Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Book Tours: Blood Myth by Stacy Moran


Blood MythTitle: Blood Myth
Author: Stacy A. Moran
Date of Publication: March 31, 2013
Publisher: The Art of Safkhet
Pages: 188
ISBN-10
0615793762
ISBN-13
978-0615793764
 
 
 

Zakah Sange was born into a world of dark magick, always living in the shadows of his father, the Raka King. He was dangerously sexy and enigmatic; he used power and control to shape himself into a hard and cunning man. Zakah became a warrior, a weapon and the master of his own violence lurking within. 


Sorina Ruzicka was the great granddaughter of the evil god Akhekh. She was born into a legacy of magickal gifts that she wanted no part of. After years touring as a blues singer she returned home where she only wanted the seclusion of the mountains. A chance meeting with the mysterious club owner forced Sorina into the battle of her life.

Can a willful witch, accept the controlling nature of a demon who demands submission? Trusts will be tested, lines will be crossed and a fate neither of them expected will be played out. 
Available in Print and Ebook
  EXCERPT
 CHAPTER TWELVE


Zakah was not a fool; he knew the trail was too well marked. No one would be so obvious unless it was a trap. It did not matter, Tanerk had his female. He would go where the trail led. Tanerk was an ancient Raka, a species nearly immortal, and his părinte was their king. But, Zakah was a predator also, capable of becoming just as loathsome and dangerous as his ancestors.  He heard the same insidious whispers and felt the same hunger for power his părinte and other Raka did. Zakah also had the same incredible need to create pain, but he fought and controlled the violence clawing to get out of him every day. He had come close to giving into the calls of evil on more than one occasion. Ironically, Zakah’s need for control included his own internal demons. 

He lifted his head to the sky and scanned his surroundings. Zakah took in the large area, discovering two other beings near. He maneuvered through the wooded area. Easily, he shifted through the branches, bushes, leaves, and darkness of the forest. He came to a clearing, and he saw the tall figure of Tanerk emerge from mist with Sergei Raka. Tanerk’s nephew stood a few feet behind his unchi.

The wind rushed through the grove of trees and dark clouds swirled into a boiling cauldron. Whips of white hot energy illuminated the midnight sky. The earth rumbled with the deep sound of thunder. Zakah smirked in his părinte’s direction. “No need to put on a show, Babac. A bit of a cliché, don’t you think?” He stood alert, his mind and body prepared for whatever Tanerk had planned.

“Discretion was never my thing, sonny boy. Why have power and magick if you do not flaunt it?” Tanerk shrugged casually. 

Zakah looked over to his right. “Your minion can back off. I’m coming with you freely.” 
Tanerk threw his head back and laughed. The sick, menacing sound echoed through the forest. “I did not come to collect you. I came to kill you,” the elder Raka continued. “I have two Saka witches now. One is moments from giving herself freely, and the other, well,” his voice purred the words, “your little rabbit has been caught, and she will make a delicious feast.” 

Zakah started for his Tanerk, but he caught movement from the corner of his eye. Sergei had made his way to Zakah’s left. He reacted quickly, jumping into the air; Zakah somersaulted through the sky and landed in front of an unmoving Tanerk. The leader of the Raka just looked at him, grinning. Abruptly, the trees caught fire; showers of hot embers fell, penetrating and engulfing Zakah in pain. The fiery cinders burrowed into his skin and drove their way into his blood. 

Zakah knew he was in serious trouble, but he shoved the thought aside. He pushed off of the ground and burst through the air, shifting for the first time into his diavol form. Zakah’s fists tripled in size and led his dive from the sky toward Tanerk. He intended to smash through his părinte’s chest and rip out his evil heart, but Tanerk’s body had already turned to mist... Zakah’s fist passed through the Raka’s physique unharmed. He felt knife-like nails dive deep into his arm. Sergei had hurled himself onto Zakah’s back. Razor sharp talons sunk into his shoulder. He howled out from the pain. Zakah thrust the Raka off his back and dissolved into mist. 

In his vapor state, he went straight for Tanerk, shifting at the last second back into his solid demonic form; his morphed hands went around his părinte’s throat. Tanerk hissed and transformed into his demon shape, retaliating with a swipe of his vicious claws at Zakah’s eyes. A brutal head-butt followed which allowed the Raka to free himself from his băiat’s grasp. 

“I have a banquet of prime witch to feast upon.” Tanerk grinned and disappeared. 

Zakah’s body was damaged and needed to begin repairing so he could find Sorina. He knew it was time to begin the retreat, but Sergei was still there. Zakah turned toward the Raka and started approaching him. The two men circled each other for a moment. Zakah watched Sergei jump into the air, so he mimicked his actions. The two of them collided. Zakah’s fist met Sergei’s face with a loud crack, starting their decent to the ground. Zakah grabbed his enemy’s body and threw him against a nearby tree. 

Zakah lifted his hands to the heavens, summoning his inner power with a few ancient words and threw a bolt of lightning into Sergei’s chest. He repeated this over and over until there was nothing but ashes left on the ground.
 

Stacy (SAM) was born in West Virginia but now finds herself living in Texas. She has loved writing since the first grade when she completed her first book, The Land without Rules. Her mother will tell you it was a brilliant book.


Throughout her school years she was in journalism and has been an avid reader of all literature. She has always craved the feeling of discovering an author's world for the first time. Now she devotes her time to creating her own worlds. Stacy focuses mainly on paranormal romance and poetry. She loves creating dominant male characters and headstrong females for her books. 

Stacy now finds herself on a new journey and finally has taken the leap to go after her dreams. She recently finished a poetry book, Whispers in the Dark with two fellow authors and finished her first novel Blood Myth in her Myth Series.


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