Welcome to our stop on The Josie Hawk Chronicles blog tour. Today we'll be sharing with you an spotlight, excerpt and there will be an awesome giveaway for you to enter. Enjoy!! ^_^
Alabaster Nights
(The Josie Hawk Chronicles #0.5)
By- Elle J Rossi
Genre- Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
A Vampire with a soul. A Huntress with a knife. In Nashville, Blood equals Power.
Will one taste of Josie Hawk cost Keller everything?
Midnight Masque
(The Josie Hawk Chronicles #0.6)
By- Elle J Rossi
Genre- Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
Nashville is the newest breeding ground for the darkest creatures of the occult. Huntress Josie Hawk will protect her streets—whatever it takes.
Bar owner and paranormal ass-kicker, Josie Hawk, is dealing with the stress of how to introduce her vampire lover to her vampire-hunting father. Meanwhile, the streets are buzzing with excitement over the announcement of a masquerade themed celebration with the up-and-coming stars of country music.
Josie and Keller are forced to abandon their trip into the secret world of hunters when a mysterious crew of cloaked beings emerge from the shadows and threaten to crash the biggest party of the year.
With the supernatural activity escalating to code red, Josie must find a way to stop the insidious evil hidden behind the array of masks. If she doesn’t, the masquerade party could turn into a mass funeral.
Indigo Dawn
(The Josie Hawk Chronicles, #1)
By- Elle J Rossi
Genre- Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
Vampire Lust and Pixie Dust.
Josie Hawk is a Huntress. A killer devoted to protecting the humans of Nashville from the shadows that lurk in the night. But the shadows are gaining ground.
When an infamous pixie tricks Josie into a drug-induced nightmare, Josie envisions the death of her vampire lover, Keller O'Leary. Was the vision a threat ... maybe even a promise? But from whom?
Desperate to track down the source of the toxic psychedelic pixie dust, Josie kicks and punches her way toward the truth. But her efforts backfire, provoking a deadly attack at Wolfie’s—the bar Josie co-owns with her sister-in-arms, Sage.
Tag. You’re it.
Haunted by the threat to Keller, Josie scrambles to outwit her elusive opponent before the deadly game escalates and claims more lives. But in saving Nashville, will Josie lose those she loves?
Or will she be too late to stop the deadly game of tag?
Excerpt
He’s been following me for two nights now, hiding in the shadows, trailing me as I prowl the streets armed with more blades than a sous chef. Sage was right about one thing. Her brother is of the determined sort. What she didn’t mention is that he’s more than a little odd. He stares at me like he’s trying to steal my soul. Perhaps he simply worries for Sage and wants to know if her new partner is who she says she is. Instinct tells me it’s more than that.
I’m pretty sure he thinks I can’t see him. I’m guessing no one has ever told him that it’s kinda hard to hide when you’re six-plus feet of solid sexy vampire. Said vampire has chosen me as his object of fixation and I’d like to know why. What I do is dangerous, and I can’t afford the distraction. When I think of Keller, the word stable never enters my mind. It’s not easy keeping one eye on my crazy stalker and the other on the rest of Nashville.
Slowing, I take in my surroundings and ignore the cold air as it creeps down my spine. Each breath is a series of smoke signals, rolling toward the dark sky and evaporating into the night. I’ve never been a fan of winter and we’re having a particularly cold one this year. I’ll admit that the decorated trees and wreaths do add a bit of heart-warming ambience to the chilly season. Not enough to heat my toes, though. As soon as the sun starts shining, I’m heading straight to my apartment to sleep under the hot spray of water in my crappy-ass shower. The sun and I are about to become really good friends. Daylight seems to be my only escape from Mr. Crazy Vampire Dude.
In front of me is the rough section of town, the part of the city slathered in poverty and despair. While crime is rampant there, it’s of the human variety and not my specialty. I’m leaving that particular neck of the woods to the cops tonight. To my right are a handful of bars and restaurants, closed up tight until business hours roll back around and humans roll out of bed. Printer’s Alley is on my left and currently solely occupied by Keller O’Leary.
I see him, watching me intently, almost as if he’s ready to intervene if necessary. Like I need the help. I’ve been doing this for a while now. On my own. I feed off the adrenaline. I live for the hunt. Keller, on the other hand, is beginning to look like he’s a faded tumbleweed about to roll down the street of a ghost town.
Leaning against the wall, he shifts from one foot to the other, either restless or desperate, I can’t tell which. I haven’t seen him feed since the incident with the blonde, and I’ve been watching closely. Almost as closely as he watches me. His dark eyes are full of ghosts. If I cared, I’d ask him what demons haunt him, what has he seen—or done—in his life that makes his eyes so disturbing and calculating. He closes those dark eyes now and I make my move.
“Who hired you to be my babysitter?”
The sharp edge of my knife presses against his jugular. Keller keeps his eyes closed. Even though he’s feigning nonchalance, his muscles tighten in a way that has me on high alert. I can’t afford to be trapped. I’ve seen what he can do when hungry and I’ve probably just roused a sleeping bear. I apply more pressure. Slicing him open wouldn’t kill him, but it would make me feel better.
“I’m not daft, Josephine,” he says in that Irish lilt that makes the pit of my stomach hotter than the glowing end of a branding iron.
I haven’t been attracted to anyone in quite awhile. Why now? Why Sage’s brother?
“I know ya would never stand for a babysitter.”
“I’m not a baby.” Go, me. Great comeback. Usually I’m snappier with my retorts. I’m off my game and it’s his fault. I think it might be his artfully mussed hair. Or maybe it’s the dimple in his chin. He’s too pretty. I should kick him in the face, though I’d probably need a ladder to reach that high. If I leave a mark he won’t look so perfect and then I can get back to business rather than daydreaming that I’m a painter and he’s my subject. That’s pretty hysterical considering my stick figures look more like blobs. “And stop calling me Josephine.” Yeah. I stop short of stomping my foot.
Keller slowly opens his eyes, studies me with that sharp gaze of his until I squirm, and then smiles like he’s just scored an A on his biology test. “Why?”
Sighing, I withdraw the knife and tuck it back into the nylon sheath strapped to my right thigh. Too bad. I’m eager for a kill, but if I kill Keller, I’m out a best friend. Sage and I have plans—big plans that don’t include a family member’s funeral. Though I’m sure Keller would be quite comfortable in a casket. I crack myself up.
Keller is still staring at me, waiting for an answer.
“You don’t need a reason other than I told you not to.” my fingers toy with the frayed edges of my shirt hem. I stop and stand perfectly still, silently chastising myself for fidgeting. The only person who calls me Josephine is my father, who I happen to think walks on water. No one else, including Irish here, has earned the right to call me by my given name.
Keller nods. “So ya did. I’ll do my best to adhere to your command.”
“I’d appreciate that.” Pulling my jacket closed, I glance behind me.
“You’ve got tall walls.”
Turning back to him, my eyebrows draw together for the briefest of moments. I smooth them out and try to appear bored. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”
Keller slides his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. I swear I do not notice anything below the belt region.
“It’s too quiet tonight,” I say, changing subjects. I’m pretty sure I know exactly what he means by tall walls and I have every intention of keeping them firmly in place. In fact, I might even add a few more rows of bricks and put a roof on top. I’ve always wanted to live in a fortress.
Keller shrugs slowly, as if the effort costs him. “Everyone needs a night off at some point. Perhaps ya could wrap it up early. Maybe we could get to know each other a little better. For Sage, of course.”
I have a feeling his definition of better is intimately and includes dinner. His dinner. I shake my head. “No. In my world quiet is like the calm before the storm.” Besides, I’m not the one who needs to go take a nap. Judging by the circles under Keller’s eyes, he’s in need of sleep and more. If he thinks I’m tonight’s special on the menu, he’s sorely mistaken. My neck is a no-fang zone. “It’s going to be a bad night. You should probably find a place to hide. Sage wouldn’t be happy if you got hurt.”
Reaching out, he wraps his finger around a lock of my hair. Instinct tells me to jerk away and run. Run until I can’t run anymore. Instead, I stand very still.
About The Author
Elle J Rossi is a writer of Dark Paranormal and Fantasy Romance. Overly fond of the happily ever after, Elle lets her characters take control as they lead her down dark and twisted paths on their haunting journey toward love.
When not writing, you'll more than likely catch her hanging with her husband, two kids and a cat who truly does rule the roost, or stealing the mic from her friends as the duel over country karaoke.
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