Friday, October 26, 2012

Fearless Tour



Synopsis: 
Abby White was seven years old when she killed the monster under her bed. Now she slays creatures spawned by the fertile imaginations of children, and the number of these nightmares are on the rise. Neither she nor her guide - a stuffed hippo named Tawa - know why.

When she rescues Demetrius from an iron prison, he pledges his life to protect hers until he can return the favor. She doesn't want the help. And how can she concentrate on her job when the gorgeous wild fae throws himself in front of her during every fight? No matter how tempting, she can't take the time to lose herself to him.

To save the children and all she loves, Abby must be truly Fearless.
 

Excerpt:
“Abby.” Demetrius called as he came outside. When she didn’t turn, he put her jacket over her shoulders and nudged her chin with his fingers to turn her head his way. “Abby. What’s going on?” His eyes narrowed. “What happened?”

“I was attacked in the restroom.” She slipped her arms through her jacket sleeves and pulled it tighter around her. “By a monster.”
“What?” Demetrius’ face hardened and his hands clenched into fists.
“It’s dead. It’s gone.” Abby waved it off. The monster was no more. There was something bigger ahead of them. Something the writer was involved with. “Have you learned anything from Burrows? She has to know something.”
“No, nothing useful. I can’t manage to steer the conversation in the direction I want to go.” He grunted with the admission, and Abby couldn’t help but smirk a little. “All she wants to talk about is me and how she enjoys chocolate truffles and long massages.”
“Maybe if you give her a massage, she might talk what you want to talk about.”
Demetrius made a small choking sound. Abby had to muffle a snicker.
“Okay. Here’s the new plan.” Abby hugged herself tighter. “Go back inside and tell Burrows that I’m not feeling well. You’re going to take me back to our hotel room so I can rest. Invite her to dinner, but say you want to have a private dinner. Since I’m at the hotel, the other logical option is her house. I bet she’ll suggest it on her own, but if she doesn’t, do it yourself. She won’t say no to you. Then we’ll both show up tonight and have a chat with her.”
“Done.” Demetrius turned and went back inside. Two minutes later, he was back and handed her the backpack. “Dinner at her house at seven o’clock.”
“Good. This has to end tonight.” Abby didn’t protest as he put an arm around her to lead her away from the café. He was warm and strong. She needed that right now. Night would bring the cold, and then she would have to be the strongest one. If she wasn’t, she was certain she would die tonight.
  

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About the Author:

Christine Rains is a writer, blogger, and geek mom. When she's not writing or reading, she's going on adventures with her son or watching cheesy movies on the SyFy channel. She has four degrees which help nothing with motherhood but make her a great Jeopardy player. Christine has one novella and sixteen short stories published with three forthcoming. She's a member of RWA and S.C.I.F.I.



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