Title: Revelation of Blood
Author: J.L. McCoy
Series: Skye Morrison Vampire Series (#5)
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: July 4 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: E~Book & Print
Synopsis:
After nearly dying in the battle with the monster Amun, newborn vampire Skye Morrison is more than ready to begin a peaceful life with mate Archer Rhys and their family.
Burdened with guilt by her unresolved relationship with Jameson, Skye tries desperately to mend what was broken and regain their friendship while in Boston for her Sacred Vow Ceremony. A man from Skye's past comes forward and, as the missing pieces are revealed, will she finally feel complete or is she being set up for more heartbreak?
With Skye consumed by the changes in her personal life, a surprising new enemy emerges to take control . Will the unlikely union of her vampire family and werewolf friends be enough to defeat this new threat?
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J. L. McCoy resides in the beautifully weird city of Austin, Texas with her opinionated Pekiweenie Isabel and handsome husband Kenny. She has always been a passionate reader and enjoys watching movies, traveling, listening to heavy metal/classic rock/80s music, getting mani/pedis with her girls, and singing karaoke. She loves body art and is hopelessly addicted to Sonic’s ice and Route 44 un-sweet raspberry iced tea.
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Excerpt:
“It’s pointless,” I huffed as I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up in frustration. “I can’t do it! How many more times are you going to make me try this today?”
“As many as it takes,” Hagan said stubbornly as he crossed his arms over his chest and gave me a look that plainly stated he was in this for the long haul. “Take a deep breath and try again, Morrison.”
It had been a little over two weeks since I’d almost died in the showdown with Amun and the first day that I was given the green light by Archer, my boss and new boyfriend, to begin my training again with Hagan. Hagan said he’d take it easy on me today, since my wounds had only been completely healed for a day or so, but his idea of taking it easy and mine were two totally different things.
It was early Wednesday afternoon, the day before we were set to fly to Boston for my Sacred Vow Ceremony with Cardinal Flannigan, and we were smack in the middle of the dance floor at The Mausoleum. Hagan had been trying to help me access my Divine Power of teleportation for the last two hours, but it was no use; nothing was happening.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, sir,” I sighed and rubbed my pounding temple. My headache was steadily increasing in intensity with each try I made. “I don’t even know how I was able to teleport the first time. Are you sure it wasn’t just some freak occurrence?”
“Yes, Morrison,” Hagan chuckled as he cocked one eyebrow at me. “If it happened once, it will happen again. You just need to tap into that part of yourself and cultivate the ability. Keep trying.”
I shot daggers at him with my colorless eyes and huffed unhappily as I prepared myself to start again. I ignored his amused smirk and I closed my eyes as I tried to center myself. Systematically, I blocked out all the sounds around me; the traffic outside, the liquor bottles softly clinking in their boxes as the delivery driver unloaded them into the stock room, and the sound of Hagan’s breathing. Once everything was still, I silently willed myself to teleport.
Okay, Skye…teleport! Shit. Nothing happened. Okay. Well, go on. Do something! Vibrate, damn you. White light! White light! Shit. Hmm… Uh…red team go, I silently commanded but nothing happened, as usual. Balls! I think I’m broken.
“I think I’m broken, sir,” I pouted and slumped my shoulders in defeat as I opened my eyes. “Nothing’s happening.”
I looked up to see Hagan’s face scrunched up as if he was in pain and his shoulder’s shaking. No sooner had I made the assessment, then he was exploding in thunderous laughter that had him gripping his sides as his body quaked.
“Good God! You should have seen your face, Morrison!” he guffawed as he leaned over and howled. “I thought you were going to bust a blood vessel! Your face-”
“Dammit! It’s not funny!” I growled as I took off one of my black Converse chucks and launched it at him.
He barely reached up in time to stop it from hitting his head. “I assure you, kid…it was hilarious,” he hooted and wiped at his eyes.
“Ass,” I pursed my lips unhappily and crossed my arms over my chest. I hated being made fun of…especially when I had a headache. “I’m trying here!”
“I know, I know,” Hagan breathed, holding my chuck up in surrender as his other hand gripped his side. His laughter slowly died down and he tossed my shoe back to me. “Ifreann na Fola. I haven’t laughed that hard in at least a century.”
“Glad I could amuse you,” I sarcastically puffed out as I put my shoe back on. “I’m taking five. I need a damn drink. My head is killing me."
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