The TIN SWIFT advanced review copy giveaway is almost done, so now it’s time for…another giveaway!!!
MAGIC WITHOUT MERCY hits stores April 3rd. That’s only eight days away! But you can score a signed copy early. Just leave a comment here on the blog, and I will pull ten (10!) winners to receive a signed copy. I will mail international.
Winners will be chosen at random and names will be posted Thursday, March 29 before midnight PST. If winners don’t contact me by April 5th, I will draw new winners.
I know I didn’t get a new excerpt from the book posted last Wednesday, so here’s a little snippet to make up for that:
Excerpt: Magic Without Mercy
“Very nice,” Zayvion murmured as he very carefully replaced the disk inside the copper webbing and pressed another lever. The disks retracted back into the box and Zayvion set the locking latch.
“That’s a beaut,” Shame said. “Your da put it together?”
I nodded. “And we’re going to get this to the Overseer. Did that get settled? Is Hayden up for it?”
“Hell no,” Shame said with a grin. “Arguing like it’s buy-one-get-one-free doomsday out there. All I know is I’m not going to be the one who flies off to England to get audience with Stafford. I’d like my internal organs, and my memories, to stay right where they are, thank you very much.”
“Someone needs to go,” I said.
“Not me,” Shame said. “Unreliable, remember? So sad.”
“I’ll go,” Zayvion said.
It felt like a punch to the stomach. “You can’t.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Why not?”
Because I don’t want you to didn’t seem like a very logical thing to say. It wasn’t even a very convincing thing to say. So instead I just held my hand out for the box. “Because you are needed here.”
“Hmm.” Zayvion placed the box in my palm, holding eye contact. I knew what he was thinking. We were close enough, his thoughts would have been easy to read even if we weren’t Soul Complements. He thought I was being overly protective of him. He thought I was going to make decisions with my heart instead of my head.
Wasn’t he going to be surprised?
“We do this right, and we do this smart,” I said. “No one’s going to martyr on my watch. That’s just a dumb way to waste manpower. Understand, Flynn?” I asked.
Shame was leaning in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. “Glare at some other sucker, Beckstrom,” he said. “I don’t throw myself in front of bullets. That’s your gig.”
“It’s not a gig if you’ve only done it once,” I said.
Shame held up three fingers. “I think you’re a little off on your bullet count.”
“Fine. Three times. But only twice to save someone.”
“You mean Zay,” he said. “Only twice to save Zay. Maybe you ought to get him out of town for a bit. Could make for a bullet-free day or two. Good for the staying-breathing portion of your plan.”
“Not talking about it anymore,” I said. “Going to go figure out who can get this info to England instead.” I pointed down the hall, and Shame turned and walked ahead of me.
“Who do you want to do this, Allie?” Zayvion asked as we followed Shame back to the living room, where everyone was waiting.
Correction, not waiting. More like strapping on weapons and preparing to leave.