Thursday, November 3, 2016

Book Tour & Giveaway ~ Hellhound Bound by D. Thomas Jerlo

Hellhound Bound
by D. Thomas Jerlo 

Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy

It’s a helluva job, but someone has to do it, and for Rhune, it’s a small price to pay for his past sins. He’s taken a new name and a somewhat normal life. Except at night, when he transforms into a hellhound to take souls to Gehenna, the City of the Dead, for purgatories legions to deliver them to Hell where they belong. For fifteen centuries he’s lived in happy solitude, until a paralegal, with the most amazing eyes, rear ends him in the small town of Rio Morden. He’s seen those eyes before, but it’s been years since the last time. Now she’s all grown up and involved in a murder trial that has its sights set on her becoming its next victim. What’s a hellhound to do? Surely not fall in love—and certainly not with a Dreamwalker.

Mix in a diabolical lawyer and his lover, some Voodoo magic, and it’s a recipe for mayhem and murder. Can Rhune keep Hanna safe, or is she destined to be Hellhound Bound?

minute she was watching Conan, the next...
Not again!
found herself on her hands and knees in the middle of a cobblestoned
road. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she’d been
transported to merry ol’ England, circa early 1800’s. Everything
was tinged dull sepia, except for the fog. It glowed like copper and
clung to her with invisible fingers. Mist puffed out from between her
lips, though the air felt thick and sauna-like. The silence sat on
her shoulders like a heavy, breathing thing.
first, it sounded like tree branches rubbing against one another in
the wind, but not a hair moved on her head. Then it got louder,
drawing closer. The ground beneath her began to thump.
her heart pounding, and her body shaking, Hanna searched for a place
to hide, but when she tried to get up and run, her body wouldn’t
move. It was as if she’d been glued to the center of the road.
vibrations in the ground drew nearer.
bounced around her hands.
closed her eyes. “Wake up! Wake up, you idiot! WAKE UP.”
heavy breathing sounded directly behind her, there was no way in hell
she was opening her eyes and looking. No freaking way at all. If she
was going to get eaten, she’d rather not see it.
crunched underfoot. Then it stopped. She heard sniffing. It took a
few steps closer.
tried to swallow, but every drop of spit had dried up. The boulder
lodged in her throat wouldn’t move. Her lungs cried for oxygen.
not supposed to be here.”
almost had an aneurysm. It spoke! That same sulfuric smell was back,
harsher and stronger than in the alley. The dead air around her
became several degrees hotter. Sweat dripped down her forehead and
into her eyes, making them sting and water. Her nose burned. The
color of the fog changed to a reddish-brown. Suddenly, the awful
smell disappeared. Her eyes stopped watering. Whatever power had been
holding her to the flagstones then let go. She bolted to her feet.
Even though she wanted to run as fast as her legs could take her,
something compelled her to turn and look up.
stood the demon-dog in all its gory glory, but this time, he
looked—curious? Not the usual insane, hell-bent monster about to
devour somebody. Eyes of flickering flames held intelligence instead
of the gruesome madness she’d seen in the alley. There was
something proverbial about them. They were the same eyes from her
nightmares, yes, but...?
shouldn’t be here. Leave Gehenna. Rouse yourself.”
voice reverberated inside her head like a trumpet blasting close to
her ear. Without realizing, she lifted her hand to touch him, but the
beast moved back. Shock shone in his eyes—eyes she’d seen before.
But from where?
a word, it continued on its way down the center of the road to
disappear into the eerie mist.
stood there, her mouth hanging open, and an annoying sound
ricocheting in her ears. It grew louder, more irritating, like a
thousand bumblebees had made a nest inside her skull.
and needles burned up and down the arm she’d fallen asleep on.
Every blanket and pillow looked as if she’d done battle with
them—and lost. Her glass of water on the nightstand had tipped
over, leaving a small puddle on the carpet.
then realized that the buzzing in her head was her alarm clock. She
slammed her hand down on the ‘off’ button and stumbled out of
bed. Her heart beat so fast, she almost swooned. Movement caught her
eye. Standing in the hallway by the bathroom door was Rhune. She
goodness, you’re safe.”
she whirled in the direction of her front door, which she could see
from her bedroom. The desk and deadbolt were exactly as she’d left
them. Her heart began pounding way too fast. “How did you...?”
The rest of the words failed to pass her lips as she fainted away.

D. Thomas Jerlo’s novels inexplicably draws readers deep into mystical worlds where magic rules and battles between good and evil are forever constant. Blending reality and illusion that leave indelible impacts, readers are riveted to the spellbinding plots and unforgettable characters. 

I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.” -Albert Einstein 

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