Blog Tour:

Fury’s Kiss

(New England

Furies #1)

by Nicola R.

White

Aug 8th – Aug 18th


Hawthorne,

Massachusetts has always been a nice place, a safe place – a boring place. At

least to waitress Tara Walker, who dreams of more excitement than slinging

plates of seafood for Cape Cod tourists. But as Tara learns when she is

attacked and forced to fight for her life, fate sometimes has a funny way of

giving you exactly what you wish for. Faced with strange new powers and

embroiled in a murder investigation, Tara must now race to uncover the secrets

of the ancient Fury that has woken inside of her – and of the evil that stalks

her.

As if Tara’s life hasn’t gotten complicated enough, she is forced to ally

herself with Jackson Byrne, witness to her assault and uncle to a pint-sized

oracle whose fate is intertwined with hers. Sceptical, stubborn, and

oh-so-sexy, Jackson wrestles with demons of his own. He is determined to ignore

the attraction rising between them even faster than the body count, but like it

or not, he and Tara need each other if they are to unravel the mysteries that

surround them.

“Kill,

Alecto whispered again.

Her

voice was persistent, persuasive. But this wasn’t like the night before, when I

hadn’t realized

what

was happening. My actions were my own, no matter how much she whispered in my

ear. Whatever I

did

to this guy, I couldn’t blame it on her.

I

looked at my blood-smeared reflection in the mirror over the sink, then down at

the man I held at

arm’s

length, and made a choice. Whoever Tara Walker had been before last night,

things

were different now. 

I

was a Fury and my instincts screamed at me to kill.”

Excerpt

2:

“Then

Jackson leaned in toward me and I forgot about the gun altogether. I bit my lip

hard. This was

stupid.

So, so stupid. I was supposed to be getting rid of him, not giving in to what

felt like a bad case of

horny

teenage hormones. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to tell him to stop,

but the words

died

in my throat as I inhaled another breath of his clean, male scent.

He

braced himself against the door with one hand and pressed himself against me.

He ran his other hand

up

my thigh and over my hip, stopping at the waistband of my jeans. He was hard

all over,

especially

where he pressed against my belly, long and thick. I reached up and dug my

fingers into his

shoulders.

My head spun, but I didn’t tell him to stop.”

Nicola

R. White is no stranger to the fantastic. Although there are no Furies in her

family tree (that she knows of), she comes from a small city on the east coast

of Canada where ghost stories and superstitions abound. She has worked on movie

sets, as a bartender, in a lighthouse, and as a lawyer, and though she’s never

been an exotic dancer like her character, Alex Hughes, she does know how to

pole dance.

She has always been fascinated by the strange and morbid, and often stays up

too late reading books that give her nightmares. She believes truth is stranger

than fiction, and just a few of her heroes are Buffy, Dana Scully, and Xena.

Nicola is a member of Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of

Atlantic Canada, and is an active member and supporter of the award-winning

Romance Divas website and online forum.


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