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Title: Crane 
Series: Legends Saga # 1 
Author: Stacey Rourke 
Genre: NA paranormal 
Date Published: May 26, 2014 


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The Horseman is unending, 
his presence shan’t lessen. 
If you break the curse, 
you become the legend. 

Washington Irving and Rip Van Winkle had no choice but to cover up the deadly truth behind Ichabod Crane’s disappearance. Centuries later, a Crane returns to Sleepy Hollow awakening macabre secrets once believed to be buried deep. 

What if the monster that spawned the legend lived within you? 

Now, Ireland Crane, reeling from a break-up and seeking a fresh start, must rely on the newly awakened Rip Van Winkle to discover the key to channeling the darkness swirling within her. Bodies are piling high and Ireland is the only one that can save Sleepy Hollow by embracing her own damning curse. 
But is anyone truly safe when the Horseman rides? 
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“Tonight was meant to be the Harvest Ball,” Katrina said as she slid between the folds of her crimson and taupe gown. “Now the town is meeting, trying to concoct a plan to stop a being that death itself couldn’t tame.” 
Ichabod sat on the edge of the bed with his back, respectfully, to Katrina while she changed. His loaded musket lay across his lap. In the reflection of the window in front of him he could see the soft curve of her hips as they tapered into her narrow waist. He cleared his throat and shifted his gaze to the floor. His chin tipped to the side, ever so slightly, to ask, “Are you secure in our plan?” 
“I am to attend the summit on the arm of Brom Van Brunt,” she reaffirmed as she pulled her long, blonde locks out from the back of her gown and began tightening the laces of her bodice. “Then speak with as many people as I can, searching for anyone that may have motives leading to the Horseman.” 
Ichabod nodded. Mostly to himself, he muttered the remaining details they were depending upon, “Rip will be inside as well. That man can finesse a crowd with a skill that truly baffles. If there are secrets to be found, he will uncover them. Irv will be outside with me, primarily because the Horseman isn’t the only one in this town that would like to see his head on a spike. We will be on horseback, patrolling the grounds with a few other men that have volunteered. You will have nothing to fear.” 
Her elegant gown in place, Katrina turned to Ichabod wearing an expression equal parts timidity and fear. “What of Brom?” 
The bed squeaked as Ichabod shifted his weight to face her. “Boorish as his ways may be, he cares for you. If you adopt the guise that you have interest in him, he will do all he can to protect you inside the gathering, while I provide you the same service outside.” 
“And,” her long lashes brushed the tops of her cheeks as she cast her gaze to the floor, “you aren’t bothered by me being on his arm?” 
In the midst of the plotting and planning, Ichabod had slipped into the role he knew well of military strategist. He had detached himself from the emotional aspects—until that very moment. The reality of his request sank in like a heavy stone. He had asked her to take another man’s arm, asserting her place beside him. The implications of that dug into his gut like a dull blade, churning and twisting deep. 
“The mere idea of that makes me ache,” he stated, forcing the words through his suddenly parched throat. “Yet I would endure this hardship, and countless others, to keep you safe.” 
She moistened her lips with a flick of her tongue, seemingly wrestling with words that gave her pause. “Ichabod, when this is over … w-would you call yourself mine?” 
Ichabod closed his eyes. The euphoria of that question washed over him, cleansing him of all his sins with the promise of tomorrow. Rising to his feet, he took her velvet soft hand in his. A love he hadn’t known possible illuminated her striking face. “From the moment I saw you, my heart belonged to you alone. If by some miracle you were to give me your love in return, I would need nothing else to sustain me the rest of my days.” 
Katrina’s palm tenderly brushed his cheek. “You have already claimed that.” 
Allowing no further hesitation, Ichabod gathered her in his arms. Katrina tipped her head back, the soft curves of her body molding to his. Full lips parted in an alluring invitation it would take a stronger man than him to resist. 
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book2 covergifTitle: Raven 
Series: Legends Saga # 2 
Author: Stacey Rourke 
Audience: NA Paranormal 
Genre: Thriller/Suspense 
Date Published: Sept 22, 2014 


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An infamous love, destined nevermore, 
For death could not claim, the enchanting Lenore.
 

Cursed by the malevolent spirit of the Headless Horseman, Ireland Crane ventures to Manhattan in search of a way to break her soul crushing bond. Instead, she discovers the lines between fact and fiction are blurring once more. Croaking ravens. Telltale hearts. Could the works of Poe be coming to pass with handsome Wall Street Midas Ridley Peolte as their unwilling target? 

She walks the Earth, a plague on mankind, 
searching for he, her rotted heart doth pine. 

Together, the two unknowingly release a dark force death itself could not tame. Surrounded by the unrelenting violence and mayhem they’ve unleashed, Ireland feels her control over the Horseman slipping. Before the beast within consumes her, she and her crew must follow the clues of the dead to right a centuries’ old wrong. Will it be enough to sate the Horseman’s appetite? 

Hell hath no fury like a ghoul scorned. 


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Clamping her eyes on the wash of tears that threatened, Ireland ignored the wailing of her heart … and laid a palm to each of their cheeks. One lone tear snuck between her lashes at the cascade of tingles seeping up her arms.
“You can’t blame them for not understanding,” a familiar voice drawled behind her.
She spun as he neared, leaving Rip and Noah wheezing for breath—or, more likely, completion of her task.
Techno-colored flowers bloomed in a colorless world each time the sole of Ridley’s shoes met the earth. The crisp cut of his white, tailored suit was accented by a burst of color from the button-down shirt beneath that changed in hue to match the species of flowers that sprung to life. Hydrangeas blue. Orchid purple. Lily fuchsia. Rose coral. As he neared, Ireland noticed his eyes morphed to match as well. The result hypnotic.
His haggard and troubled façade was a thing of the past. The man before her exuded confidence and a zest for life from every pore. The draw of which was so magnetic Ireland had to fight to keep her feet planted while her body insisted she close the distance between them.
“To them this is a thrill, a game of chicken against the Reaper himself.” Ridley paused beside her, his shoulder skimming hers. Even then he didn’t grace her with a glance, his attention fixed on Rip and Noah. Tipping his head toward her, the warmth of his breath teased over her breast bone. “For us, it’s destiny.” 
The moment he stepped away from her, the chill of solitude lashed at Ireland’s soul and cut deep. Bending eye-level with her withering subjects, Ridley pursed his rose petal lips to blow a soft, healing breath over both of them. Wan complexions of the dying were ripened to plump apricot. Both men blinked away their disappointment before dipping in a low bow—foreheads to the ground in a show of respect.
“No need for that, boys.” Ridley smoothed the front of his suit coat, a self-depreciating chuckle playing over his lips.
Neither humbled servant budged.
“You’re like me?” Pacing in a slow circle around him, Ireland’s eye narrowed.
He matched her steps, leading them in an intimate waltz normally reserved for predators—or lovers.
“Like you?” He tsked. “Oh no, my darling flower. There is no other like you. Our only similarity is being pawns in a game that began centuries before either of our fathers got an amorous gleam in their eyes.”
Ireland’s gaze lingered over the soft curve of his mouth, wondering if his lips could possibly taste as delectable as they looked. “How do we play?” 
Curling one finger into a ruffled tuft of her skirt, Ridley pulled her to him. Bowing his head, he brushed his cheek over the delicate curve of her collarbone. “The game is already in motion,” he murmured. “The rule sheet not meant for our eyes. All we can do now is stay alive.” 
Ireland weaved her fingers into his hair, yanking his head back with a passion driven force that bordered on violent. “I’ve taken lives. I’m a monster,” she snarled against his lips, tormenting them both with the agonizing veil of energy that denied their touch.
His hand snaked up her arm to find her fingers and loosen her grasp. Palm to palm. Fingers entwined with fingers. “Does granting it make me any better?”
Ridley didn’t give her time to answer. With one hand pressed to the small of her back he crushed her to him.  Their lips met with a desperate urgency that caused Heaven and Earth to quake in nervous anticipation of what was coming … 

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soundtrack 
1.) Sleepy Hollow Soundtrack Track 1- composed by Danny Elfman 

2.) Ready to Run by the Dixie Chicks 

3.) I’m on Fire by Mumford and Sons 

4.) Monster by Skillet 

5.) Crazy by Kat Dahlia 

6.) Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds 

7.) Voices in My Head by Randy Orton 

8.) Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace 

9.) Counting Flowers on the Wall by Eric Heatherly 

10.) The Monster by Eminem & Rihanna 

 
 
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author 
authorgifThe Gryphon Series is written by Stacey Rourke. She lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, drooly dogs. Stacey loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. She is currently hard at work on the continuations of this series as well as other literary projects. The Gryphon Series is available wherever fine books are sold. 
Contact Info: Visit the author at www.staceyrourke.com 
Twitter @Rourkewrites 

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Tour Schedule - Series Blog Tour for The Legends Saga by Stacey Rourke from Oct 23 to Oct 31, 2014

Oct 23

Coffee Books & Art - Promo, Top Ten, Dream Cast


Crazy Beautiful Reviews - Promo


Bound 2 Escape - Promo


2 Girls & A Book - Promo, Book Soundtrack & Dream Cast


Oct 24

V's Reads - Review - Raven #2


3 Partners in Shopping, Nana, Mommy, & Sissy, Too! - Promo


Angels with Attitude Book Reviews - Promo, Book Soundtrack & Dream Cast


Oct 27

Say What? Savannah Mae - Promo


The Phantom Paragrapher - Review - Raven #2


The Avid Reader - Promo, Book Soundtrack & Dream Cast


Cajun Book Lover - Promo


Word to Dreams - Promo & Book Soundtrack


Oct 28

Shayna Varadeaux Books & Reviews - Promo, Review - Crane #1 , Review - Raven #2


The Idle Musings Of A Writer's Mind - Promo, Top Ten, Dream Cast


Eclipse Reviews - Promo, Book Soundtrack & Dream Cast


Portals to New Worlds - Promo, Book Soundtrack & Dream Cast


Oct 29

Paranormal Book Club (PBC) - Promo 


Deal Sharing Aunt - Promo & Author Interview


Booky Ramblings of a Neurotic Mom - Promo, Book Soundtrack & Dream Cast


Hope To Read - Promo


Oct 30

Kelly P's Blog - Promo


Fictional Rendezvous Book Blog - Promo


Angee's After Thoughts - Promo, Book Soundtrack & Dream Cast


Book Nook Nuts - Promo


Oct 31

Movies, Shows & Books - Promo, Dream Cast, Book Soundtrack


Darkest Cravings - Promo, Book Soundtrack & Dream Cast


A Cauldron of Books - Promo, Book Soundtrack & Dream Cast


What Shall We Blog About Today? - Promo, Book Soundtrack & Dream Cast

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