Friday, April 26, 2013

Spotlight + Giveaway ~ Journey of the Princess of Ice - The Elementals by LaVerne Thompson

A Graphic Fantasy Romance

What happens when fire meets ice?

Ice had traveled the realms for centuries searching for the ice elementals, others of her kind but she was alone always alone. Never staying one place for long because sooner or later her mere presence caused the temperature of the land to drop to a killing freeze. Until she found the one place her powers had no effect. And perhaps the one being who could counter her freeze.

Running from a destiny not of his own choosing, Arch finally found the one person who could make him stop running. But Ice must never learn the truth. A fire demon destroyed her world and he was his father’s son.


Arch had left the others back at the boarding house. He didn’t want to draw any more attention to himself than necessary. Trying to keep a low profile knowing sooner or later, mostly sooner, his father’s goons would catch up to him. He’d lost track of how long he’d been running, fighting and running some more to keep the demons at bay. With each kill it took him one step closer to what his father wanted him to be. A clone of himself. Damn it all, he didn’t choose to be a prince of hell. His birth, not his doing. His father, Abadone didn’t rule the realms as the devil’s right hand because he was a nice guy and he expected his son to follow in those footsteps. Not gonna happen. 
Yet with each kill of the guardians Abadone sent after him, Arch took on the dark powers they possessed within himself from the souls he defeated. He gained in strength, but each victory also brought a defect for him. One step closer to fulfilling Abadone’s plan and the prophecy to eventually take on his sire. Arch knew he would have to face daddy dearest and destroy him one day, killing him and thereby staining his soul permanently, allowing the master of all to lay claim to him. Arch would take his father’s place at the nether lord’s left, allowing his father to ascend to the right. Thereby creating the unholy trinity.
Arch wanted no part of it. So he’d opted out and fought forces both without and within to stay that way. He and his allies had been lucky so far. Something about this land slowed down the legions chasing him. He and his two trusted companions had been here almost two weeks and not one vanguard had found them…yet. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d had this kind of reprieve, but alas it wouldn’t last. He’d been stuck in the suite of rooms they’d taken at an inn long enough. Harper and Carron, his guard and servant, had scouted the area out, but he needed some air.
Arch made his way to the watering hole, simply referred to by all as The Tavern. They’d found the place on the first day they’d come through. It was also the only drinking establishment unless someone wanted to venture to the next town a few days away. He’d been warned already about the rules of the establishment. Considered hallowed ground by all, there was no fighting allowed on the premises under penalty of death or exile from the land. He was cool with that. He didn’t plan on starting any fights but he sure as hells would finish one.
He pushed the heavy oak door open and entered the dim interior of the place. It had struck him the first time he’d been there it seemed different from other drinking holes. For one thing the place appeared clean, the drinks always nice and cold, and the music good and loud. People either clustered around the counter at the bar or sat at the tables clearly visible to all. A few like him preferred the shadows.
He nodded and grinned at the hawt tavern keeper as he entered and she looked over at him. He made his way to the table in the farthest corner from the bar itself, near the edge of the dance floor but well within the shadows. He turned the chair so he could sit with his back against the wall and see the tavern and anything and anyone coming at him. Arch also had a clear view of the dance floor.
The bartender handed one of the waitresses a tall frosty mug and Arch watched the girl make her way to him. After she placed it down on his table and he leaned forward to take it, he pulled a forth of a draf out of his pocket to lay down. “Thanks,” he said and tilted his head so he could raise the mug to the tavern keeper, silently thanking her for anticipating his wishes. He wondered if she anticipated maybe something more. He was more than willing to oblige, later. Right now all he wanted to do was relax and drink a beer.
The door opened again and a few more people strolled in. This truly was a strange land. The beings just entering were vampires and a human walked in after them. The vampires never even turned around to glance at the warm blood coming in behind them. Nor did the human seem particularly concerned to be in the midst of things, who at any other place would consider him dinner. He watched the man walk to a center table and sit down with nothing less than, if he read the energy signature correctly, a werewolf. Arch shook his head, a strange place indeed. But he liked it here.
He sat back and took a few sips of his beer, allowing the conversations around him to ebb and flow. Not really paying much attention. The door opened again, it had a couple of times already as the place fast becoming full, but this time the person entering captured his complete attention. For one thing the person was female, and whilst the room carried heat from all the bodies within its enclosure, she remained covered from head to toe in fur. All his senses came alive as he leaned forward. What in the hells does she hide under that coat?

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  1. OO I want more! I'll have to add this to my tbr.

  2. Very interesting excerpt! Like the concept of fire and ice. Thanks for sharing.

  3. Fire and Ice - HOT, Steamy - and SURE to melt....