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Good morning you guys!!

I am delighted to be a part of the ENTRANCED SUMMER BLOG HOP!!  We’ve got stuff to giveaway and a bucket load of brilliant books to tell you about. To visit the start of this hop you might want to head over here: . Go. Check it out. I’ll wait …

Now I have to convince you how my book will Entrance you as a reader this summer…

First and foremost my MC is a mother-fudging gargoyle ya’ll. Yep. He has a tail and lives in a stone shell above a church door. When this immortal slaying knife appears he’s forced to shed the stone in favor of gorgeous-guy skin and embark on a mission to save his kind and the humans from extinction.

Gargoyle Jack is smart and he’s sexy and he’s on a mission to *ENTERTAIN* as he takes you on an intense trip across Europe and attempts to save the human race from a demon invasion.

He’s kind of like James Bond on speed!

So, here’s the officially official blurb of In Stone:

In Stone

Beau Bailey is suffering from a post-break-up meltdown when she
happens across a knife in her local park and takes it home. Less than a week later, the new boy in school has her trapped in an alley; he’s sprouted horns and is going to kill Beau unless she hands over the knife.

Until Eighteenth-century gargoyle, Jack, shows up to save her.

Jack has woken from a century-long slumber to tell Beau that she’s unwittingly been drafted into a power struggle between two
immortal races: Demons and Gargoyles. The knife is the only one in existence capable of killing immortals and they’ll tear the world apart to get it back. To draw the warring immortals away from her home, Beau goes with Jack in search of the mind-bending realm known as the Underworld, a place where they’ll hopefully be able to destroy the knife and prevent all hell from breaking loose. That is, provided they can outrun the demons chasing them.

And an excerpt:

As a general rule, nobody walks the Switch on account of the overgrown nettle bushes, a pungent aroma of foot infection, and a collective fear of encountering something feral. However, the Switch shaves at least ten minutes off my journey, and lately I don’t trust the dark. I blame my encounter with the almost-corpse, two nights ago. Before then the dark was just a natural progression; something to be slept in, a different color in the sky. Now, shadows make me jump, and the dark carries a silence that makes me think of funerals. It breathes life into creatures that had always been safely contained behind a TV screen. I make my way down the Switch, striding over vicious flora and trying to ignore the occasional nip that sinks straight through my jeans.

“Hey, Beau!” A voice from behind startles me. When I turn, Gray is jogging in my direction, thwarting thorn bushes with his bare hands. “I was looking for you.”

The hairs on the back of my neck bristle. My hand is in my pocket, and my fingers are wrapped around a slender cylinder of pepper spray as he reaches me.

“Well you found me. What’s up?”

“There’s something I need to ask you,” he says sheepishly. He hammers his toe against the ground, grinding it nervously into the dirt and crushing several stems of dandelion into gold dust. He giggles; it’s a soft, sweet sound that suffocates my hostility. He reminds me of Mark moments before he’d asked me out on our first date. Maybe this guy could be the one to liberate me from my social network sabbatical. Maybe my slightly-too-heavy eyeliner and my reputation as the mortician’s daughter hasn’t freaked him out.

“Really?” Surprise raises my pitch. “What’s that?” The pepper spray is abandoned in my pocket.

“Where’s the knife?” he replies, snatching my throat and slamming my back up against the concrete wall. It’s so forceful, so hard, that my spine ripples. Red flashes across my vision. The muscles in my neck go slack, and my head flops forward. He stabs his thumb up under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eye. His eyes are like the moon; cold, giant circles of icy-silver. But a change in his eye color is nothing in comparison to the change happening on either side of his head. I don’t understand it. It makes me wonder, briefly, if what I’m seeing is a side effect of the migraine pills Leah slipped me at lunch. Gray is growing horns. Giant grey horns that slide out of the side of his skull and then curl like springs around his ears. They’re animal.

So, if you fancy grabbing a copy of my book, you can find it…

At B&N:

At Kobo:

At Amazon:

and now, because no hop would be complete without some free stuff, we’re giving away a Kindle…

a Rafflecopter giveaway

You might notice that there’s a bonus entry on the Rafflecopter. Us Entranced authors have created a super secret scavenger hunt sentence that’s been running throughout the hop. On each post a word has been highlighted for you to find. All these words strung together make up a sentence, and if you’ve been following the posts and  know what that sentence is, good news, you get an extra entry into the Rafflecopter!!

So all that’s left for me to do is point you in the direction of my hop neighbor. That would be the lovely Melinda Dozier: Check out her post, learn about her book and be sure to keep your eyes open for the highlighted word:

Thanks for playing! Louise x


About bookishblurb

YA writer. Jedi. Junk food enthusiast. Rumored pink Power Ranger, and avid collector of book boyfriends.

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