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Date Released: December 18th 2013
About the Book:
"Being a vampire isn't all it's cracked up to be. Anyone who tells you otherwise is prowling for a snack."
Tybalt Jones is not your typical creature of the night. He prefers Havana shirts to capes and his "sidekick" is a curvy faerie girl. Not a hunchback in sight. He's been out of the vampire "scene" for years, and he'd be happy to stay out for the rest of his unlife.
But vampires connected to Tybalt are disappearing from St. Sebastian's streets. To make matters worse, he's on a literal deadline to clean up the city.
With a little gypsy know-how, a dab of faerie luck and a crash course in using his unusual gifts, he might just survive to restore peace.
For now.
Tybalt Jones is not your typical creature of the night. He prefers Havana shirts to capes and his "sidekick" is a curvy faerie girl. Not a hunchback in sight. He's been out of the vampire "scene" for years, and he'd be happy to stay out for the rest of his unlife.
But vampires connected to Tybalt are disappearing from St. Sebastian's streets. To make matters worse, he's on a literal deadline to clean up the city.
With a little gypsy know-how, a dab of faerie luck and a crash course in using his unusual gifts, he might just survive to restore peace.
For now.
Excerpt:
I heard Vi slide onto the stool beside me again, then felt her hand against my arm. Keyed up as I was, I could smell her distinctly and the warm, familiar scent of her muted the stench of death in my nose.
"What'd you put in your pocket?"
Of course she'd seen me palm the bag. The days she missed the little details were the ones that worried me. Now that she knew I'd hidden something, she couldn't leave it alone. She'd been quiet about asking, at least, mouth close by my ear and voice pitched low. I couldn't lie, not to her. I reached into my pocket as discreetly as I could, then let the bag dangle from my finger, hiding it from plain sight in the space between our bodies. It twisted slowly as the cord unwound.
She arched an eyebrow, not at all impressed. "I already saw that. I meant, what's inside?"
"Don't know. Didn't look."
"Well, aren't you going to open it?"
I smirked. "Maybe you'll recall how well the last round went."
"Oh, come on." She put her chin against my shoulder. "It's a little bag. What smelly thing could be in there?"
Between us, I didn't really want to know. I hoped for the best. Maybe I'd find a ring. A tie-tack. Something that hadn't been attached to someone else. My imagination wanted something gory. An eyeball or a tongue would satisfy. My rational mind argued for pocket lint and a stick of gum.
"All right, all right," I said when she took my sleeve in her teeth and tugged gently. "But if it gets us thrown out, it's on your head." She grinned, unconcerned, and I slipped the bag off my finger. I tugged open the drawstring, braced myself, and dumped the contents into my hand.
Teeth. A pair of teeth rested on my palm, long and white and ending in wicked points. Not teeth. Fangs
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About the Author:
What's in a pseudonym? A writer by any other name called would make words as sweet. So S. L. Gray would,were she not S. L. Gray called.
But then how would you find her books?
S. L. Gray is a fantasy author (urban, epic and otherwise) transplanted from many places to the not-so-wilds of northern California. A storyteller for as long as she can remember, she's tamed her magpie-like attention span, somewhat, and dedicated herself to writing stories other people might enjoy as much as she does.
She is also, as you might have guessed, a huge fan of Shakespeare. She has done theatre on both coasts. She makes beaded boxes and jewelry and is a fiber artist. She loves words in all sorts of languages, knows her way around a computer and was once an EMT.
She did mention those magpie interests were *mostly* tamed, right?
She shares her home with one husband, two cats, a varying number of snakes and a wise old fish.
But then how would you find her books?
S. L. Gray is a fantasy author (urban, epic and otherwise) transplanted from many places to the not-so-wilds of northern California. A storyteller for as long as she can remember, she's tamed her magpie-like attention span, somewhat, and dedicated herself to writing stories other people might enjoy as much as she does.
She is also, as you might have guessed, a huge fan of Shakespeare. She has done theatre on both coasts. She makes beaded boxes and jewelry and is a fiber artist. She loves words in all sorts of languages, knows her way around a computer and was once an EMT.
She did mention those magpie interests were *mostly* tamed, right?
She shares her home with one husband, two cats, a varying number of snakes and a wise old fish.
Giveaway Time!
S.L. Gray has been so kind as to donate not one but TWO ebook copies of Immortal Lies for me to give away to go along with spotlight. Enter below for your chance to win!
Giveaway Over:
Congrats to Emily!
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