Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Savannah Hill Paramour for the Devil - Blog Tour

Image and video hosting by TinyPic

Book Description:

Darkly erotic. Supremely
powerful.



Haley Hawthorne is a witch. She shuns her paranormal gifts, instead escaping
into a mundane, reclusive life as an accountant for her Uncle Eli’s firm. Five
years earlier, Haley was kidnapped by Raden, brother of Lucifer, and held
captive as his personal sex slave. She escaped but still bears the scars, both
physical and emotional. Now she’s turned away from both magic and sex, and
she’s certain nothing will ever bring those lost things back into her life...



Damian, son to Lucifer, has renounced his right to the throne of Hell and has
become a soldier for Adversus, hunting evil supernatural creatures on Earth.
Unfortunately, he’s powerless to witches, and this witch can read his mind. He
can’t decide what is more dangerous—the irresistible attraction he feels for
her, or the intoxicating peace she gives him. One thing is certain, they both
share a tortured past.



After Damian rescues her from an attack by monstrous djinn, Haley discovers the
dangerously seductive soldier has secrets of his own. One of them is the
collection of whips, ropes, handcuffs, and a leather riding crops he keeps
locked away, though he refuses to show her his “Master” side. But when her
trust in him grows, she finds herself increasingly intrigued by all the kinky
things he’s hiding. But Damian has been given a new mission to kill a monster.
A monster that turns out to be her uncle... 





Excerpt:

Her fingers moved
automatically, stumbling only slightly over the same heavy melodies she’d once
played obsessively for hours. The bedroom door opened, and Damian walked into
the room, breaking her reverie.

“Oh, hi.” He
stared at her in surprise, holding a towel low around his waist, and Haley
caught herself gaping at the defined muscles of his upper body, adorned with
scars. “I didn’t know you were in here, I’m just gonna grab some clothes.”

His half naked
body had her heart beating erratically in her chest, and Haley tried not to
look at him as he pulled open a dresser drawer. She suddenly realized he was
reaching for his own clothes. “Is…is this your room?”

“Yeah.” He
retrieved a stack of folded clothes from the drawer. “You can stay in here
though, I’ll sleep somewhere else.”

“I’m so sor—”
Haley abruptly stopped speaking as he casually took off the towel, and she let
out a barely audible gasp. Turning away from him, she brought her hand to cover
her eyes. “I’m...I can go…”

Her pulse raced at
the sound of rustling cotton as he dressed a few feet away from her.

“You play guitar?”

“Uh…no, not
really… I mean… I don’t play well.” She kept her eyes hidden from him
with one hand while she loosely held the neck of the guitar with the other,
aware that her dress had hiked up around her hips in her cross-legged position.

“You can look
now.”

She opened her
eyes as he sat next to her, wearing a white T-shirt over gray sweatpants. “I
thought it sounded really good.”

Looking down at
the beautiful instrument in her lap, recognition sparked. “Is this yours?”

With a nod, he got
up to pull her red guitar from the wall. “When did you learn how to play?”

“When I was
younger,” she nervously held his shiny blue Les Paul, unsure where to put her
hands, “but I got a little obsessed with it when I stayed in here for a few
months.”

Damian sat down
with hers and started tuning it. “So this is your room...” He
concentrated on the strings in his hand. “And this is your guitar?”
“Red Velvet.” She
nodded, trying to keep her breathing even.

“You named your
guitar?” He smiled at her.
Haley relaxed a
little as he tuned the strings. “I was very close with it for a while.” She
took a steadying breath. “It kind of felt like therapy.”

“That was after
you escaped?”

“Yes.” She lowered
her gaze.

“I actually took
this room because it had an amp in it.” Damian mindlessly played a slow melody
on her guitar.

“When did you
start playing?” The sound sent a tingling warmth through her, and she found
herself staring at his fingers as they expertly moved along the strings.

“When I was a kid.
It came naturally to me.”

Her focus dimmed
at the powerful chords. “So…you were a kid…at one time…”

He nodded. “I’ve
aged normally so far, like a human, but eventually I’ll stop aging.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-two.” He
cast his gaze downward.
Haley looked
thoughtfully at the bedspread, listening to the haunting music. “I’m
twenty-seven.”

She volunteered
the information. “I feel like I’m eighty, I never go out anywhere.” Her gaze
flickered to him. “Are you really only thirty-two?”

He seemed
surprised by her remark and looked back down to the strings. “It’s a lot older
than you.”

“You’re immortal.”
She gave him a half-smile. “You could be thousands of years old.”




Bio:


Image and video hosting by TinyPic



Savannah Hill is an erotic romance novelist diligently working to
create a world that readers can truly experience and enjoy along with her.
Captivated by romance at a very young age, she began writing love stories in
grade school, always imagining new scenarios and characters. Addicted to her
passion, her first novel, Paramour for the Devil, is the story that invaded her
dreams until the final chapter was written. She is currently writing the sequel
to Paramour, Seducing the Devil.





She lives in the beautiful Pacific Northwest with her man, the love
of her life, and spends her days chasing their toddler boy who loves to giggle.





Author Links:

Buy Links:






Image and video hosting by TinyPic


Image and video hosting by TinyPic

No comments:

Post a Comment