Thursday, September 19, 2013

Book blast tour stop for The Last Straw by Nia Simone

Today is a book blast tour stop for the debut romance novel The Last Straw by Nia Simone


Nia will be awarding a $25 Amazon gift card to one randomly drawn commenter during her tour. To be entered to win, leave a comment below. And to increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit other tour stops and leave comments there, too.


Blurb:
Ally Tobin left New York after one too many bad dates, determined to rebuild a stable life and career as a private investigator in Silicon Valley. But when the man she knew as one name walks into her office with another, will her curiosity once again lead her to risk her heart?

The last thing Special Agent Jared Green needs is "security risk" stamped on the resume of his latest undercover identity. Especially by the woman his job forced him to leave in New York without any explanation. She may threaten his cover, but it's his heart on the line.

He's good at playing a part. She's good at catching a fake. Can they trust enough to give love another chance?


Excerpt from The Last Straw:
He sauntered through the door, a white, button- down shirt tucked into belted khakis. When his dark gaze found her, he stopped. Stared. Her throat dried and a rustling motion stirred in her abdomen.

“Hi. I’m Darren Ray.”

Keep your cool, she commanded herself, standing and reaching across the desk. His hand was rough.

She yanked her hand back and waved at the chair. “Please, have a seat.” He waited for her to sit before settling in the visitor’s chair. “So, Darren, according to this, you’re being considered for a programmer position in the IT department. Tell me about your background.”

A professional mask settled over his features. “As you can see on my résumé, I have several years of consulting experience.”

“Tell me something about your experience as a mechanic.” Working on his prized old Mustang had been a favorite hobby.

The corner of his mouth twitched. “What do you mean? That’s not in my résumé.”

“You don’t have the hands of a programmer. More of a mechanic.” Oh, his hands.

“Okay, you got me.” He was going to confess. This should be good. “When I’m not programming computers I’m working on my car.”

“And what were you doing in New York City?”

He reached across her desk for a piece of paper, plucked a pen from its stand and scrawled something.  When she took the note their fingers brushed. Meet me for dinner at Pico’s at 7. I’ll explain everything. Can’t talk here.


Author information:
Nia Simone grew up on the side of a ski slope in Squaw Valley, USA. Later, while learning the craft of story writing, she worked in nonprofit and then high-tech.

The best part of working in the computer field was meeting her husband. He took up skiing and she helped him document his computer inventions! They live in "Silicon Valley" in California where their favorite thing to do is cook together for friends. Nia’s specialties are dessert and veggies while her husband’s are entrees and sourdough bread.

Their only pet at the moment is the sourdough starter, which lives in the fridge and requires bi-weekly feeding.

Nia blogs every day about travel, food, writing, books, skiing and photography at niasimoneauthor.com (where she won the Versatile Blogger Award and Inspiring Blogger Award).





Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Book blurb for paranorm rom novel Love Entwined by Danita Minnis

Today is an introduction to the contemporary paranormal romance novel Love Entwined, A Cardiff Novel, Book 2 by Danita Minnis.

Danita will be awarding a $10 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour and a GRAND PRIZE of a $25 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit other tour stops and enter there, too.

Blurb for Love Entwined:
Run, little witch…

AMELIE LAURENT is on her way to the top of the jewelry designing world with no time for men. Her orderly life is about to come undone when playboy and jewelry tycoon ROMAN CARDIFF steals her away on assignment to a remote English estate. Roman wants Amelie all to himself but St. Clair Manor’s resident ghost has been waiting for her much longer than he has.

Run home…

An unseen gunman takes a shot at Roman and he blames a business rival. But Amelie and Roman are to blame, for falling in love 200 years before in a time neither of them remember.

From the heartbreak of pre-Revolutionary France to modern day corporate wars, Amelie and Roman uncover a history of blood jewels, lust and demons.

Good witch, bad witch, you must decide…

When Amelie discovers her inner witch she learns the real reason she was summoned to St. Clair Manor. Il Dragone will kill to get her back. Amelie will kill if they do.

Excerpt from Love Entwined:
“Ms. Laurent, it is my pleasure to meet you.” The low timbre of his accented English curled her peachy-pink colored toes.

She couldn’t speak. He did not know her.

Of course, he could not know what happened at night in her bedroom. It was the bold lust in his eyes that made it seem as if he did.

She averted her gaze so he would not see the truth of those nights in her eyes.

“Mr. Cardiff,” she whispered. Her heart was beating so fast, she was afraid she would embarrass herself and break out in a cold sweat.

Calm down.

“Please, call me Roman.”

She could think of a million reasons why she should not. There was that predatory smile again.

“Roman has commissioned Penrod’s to collaborate on the new Cardiff collection.”

She turned toward the voice and her tunnel vision broadened. Harold was still in the room.

Ah, yes, Cardiff Jewels in England…

Giles Cardiff had a stroke last year. Roman Cardiff was the owner of the company now that his father had passed away. Talk about old money. Cardiff Jewels remained one of the most successful corporations in the business. It had a stronghold on the market, and showed no signs of weakening its grip.

Until now, she had never come into contact with any of the Cardiffs. She knew their specific production requirements, which were relayed through Harold to the design department.

I have been carrying on with this hunk in my dreams.

Now that the man had infiltrated the real world, left her apartment and come out in the light of day, it was clear she had been dreaming. This man had a name, a very well-known name, and a life. He had been born to a jewel dynasty. He was not a phantom.


Author Bio and Links:
I should have known I would end up here...

My sisters and I walked ten blocks to the library every Saturday morning and picked up books to read for the week.

When I was older, I spent a couple of hundred dollars at Barnes & Noble and my mother thought I was crazy. I couldn't deny it - I just had to read (but I became sort of a closet-book-buyer after that). I started writing poems first.

Song writing was next, when I realized I had a singing voice, then singing with local bands. It wasn't long before I just knew I was going to be the next singing sensation.

And now, here I am, a shower-singer (the enclosed tile room is almost as good as a studio mike) and happier than I’ve ever been, writing paranormal romance with a healthy portion of mystery, murder and reincarnation. It's romance through the ages.

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Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Interview with paranormal author Melissa Snark

Paranormal urban fantasy author Melissa Snark is in the house today. She’s on a virtual book tour for the second book in her Victoria Storm Norse Werewolves series, Hunger Moon.


Melissa will be awarding (2) two $25 gift cards (winner's choice of Amazon or BN.com) to (2) two randomly drawn commenters during the tour. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. To increase your chances of winning, visit other tour stops and enter there, too.


Welcome, Melissa. Please tell us a little bit about yourself.
A friend asked me once how I chose my pen name. I told her the following: "Melissa, because when people mix up my first name, it's the most common goof up. Snark, because it amuses me. A) I love the word 'snarky' and B) I love Lewis Carroll."

As an individual, I'm sarcastic, stubborn and blunt to a fault. I have a strange sense of humor and I like to laugh (usually at my husband or children), but also at myself. I'm not particularly extroverted, although I do enjoy time with my family and close friends a great deal.

At the moment, I'm a stay-at-home mom who writes in my spare time. I've got a B.S. from Arizona State University in Business, and I've worked a variety of different jobs, including as a medical device documentation specialist, a technical writer, and an auto liability adjuster. I live in the San Francisco East Bay of Northern California with my husband, three kids, and three cats. My hobbies include roleplaying, cooking and reading.

Readers can watch for The Mating Game, an erotic paranormal novel published via The Wild Rose Press, to appear in 2014.

I maintain a blog, which I update regularly at http://melissasnark.blogspot.com/.  I enjoy hearing from my readers, so please drop me a line at MelissaSnark at gmail dot com.

Please tell us about your current release.
When I decided to write paranormal fantasy, I wanted to come up with a fresh angle on the werewolf origin story. Hopefully, something that hadn’t been done before. I stumbled into the idea for modern day Viking werewolves due to my love of Norse mythology and history. According to Norse myths, the great wolf, Fenrir, is descended from the God Loki. I simply extrapolated—what if Fenrir had sired descendants able to change forms the same as Loki? They became the werewolves of my Loki's Wolves series. My origin story went on to encompass Viking colonies along the coast of North America prior to the arrival of Christopher Columbus. My werewolves were driven from the Norselands and settled in the New World. Many mated with Native Americans, so many of the werewolves in my series have a mixed heritage of Norse and Native American blood.

What inspired you to write this book?
Lake Tahoe in the winter. My family goes up there every January or February on a ski vacation. The snow covered mountains and lake are simply breathtaking. My imagination conjured the beginning of Hunger Moon during a ski there about four years ago.

Excerpt:
She caught the scent of a male wolf behind her. Her hackles rose when his whiskey voice mocked her. "Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a tiny woman."
Victoria spun to face the offending male wolf intruder. Her upper lip peeled back to reveal her canines and a rumbling snarl issued from her throat. He towered over her, standing at least a foot and a half taller, and had at least a hundred pounds of lean muscle on her. He wore a short-sleeve tan shirt featuring a Chinese dragon, faded blue jeans, and black Doc Martens.
She assumed a defensive stance, extending her right hand to reach for her dagger, when he caught her gaze. She found no threat in his amber eyes, only naked lust and wicked humor. His generous mouth twisted into a smirk. In her assessment, he did not present an immediate physical threat.
"Well, halloo, Blondie. Has daddy found himself a new playmate?"
She modified her snarl into a cold smile. They might be wolves, but they were also human. She was a guest in his home. Relaxing her guard, she assessed him with an appreciative glance.
"You must be Logan."
"I must be." He regarded her with a lascivious leer.
Victoria rolled her eyes. She had no doubt. The physical resemblance to Arik became apparent upon consideration. Father and son shared the same high forehead, strong thin-profiled nose, cheekbones and jaw. The boy wore his light-brown hair in a spiky style and lacked his father's sturdy build. Broad shoulders, long limbs, and a narrow waist kept with his youth. In time, he would fill out. She could tell he'd be huge once he reached maturity.
A quick glance over her shoulder revealed that the woman among the trees had vanished. With a shrug, Victoria dismissed the incident.
"You have me at a disadvantage. What's your name?" Logan stepped forward, invading her personal space even more. He tilted his head back, mocking the surrender of his throat.
She refused to give ground, so they were almost touching. "Victoria Storm."
"Victoria—sounds like an old lady," Logan said. "Can I call you Vicky?"
"Do so and die." Victoria glared. She expected he got away with murder, thanks to an uncanny beauty that even a distinct lack of charm failed to eradicate.
Logan threw back his head and laughed, further exposing his throat. He oozed arrogance from every pore. "Are you always so defensive, Vic?"
Her fists clenched, and she reined in the impulse to pummel him. "Does that facile charm work with the little high school girls? Do they call you Wolverine and swoon when you walk by?"
"Ouch." He smirked. "You know, they do. Swoon. But I'm long out of high school and good ol' dad is to blame for my namesake. Is it my fault he's a secret comic book fan boy?"
"Our parents' literary tastes are never our fault." She felt his heat on her skin and longed to wrap her mouth around the thick column of his throat. He smelled delicious.
"The real question is whether it’s your fault that you're a bitter disappointment to your father?" She delivered the final cut with a cruel smile.
A facial tick in his jaw showed she had scored a direct hit. His glib tongue formed a quick reply. "It's always easier to slip under my father's bar than to try to go over it."


What exciting story are you working on next?
Currently, I have two works in progress. Hell on High Heels is a contemporary romance and the sequel to Learning to Fly. The story follows the relationship between a wealthy heiress with a shoe fetish and a cool CIA agent over the course of three-and-a-half-years, weaving together present day sequences with flashbacks. The second WIP is Battle Cry, which is a sequel to Hunger Moon. Victoria finally faces her past and returns to Arizona to avenge her dead lover.

When did you first consider yourself a writer?
Going back, I guess I came to the realization in 4th grade that I wanted to write. It's been a lifelong pursuit and there have been times when I was unable to write due to other constraints but it is the one thing I have always returned to. Without a doubt, I'd consider it my calling.

Do you write full-time? If so, what's your work day like? If not, what do you do other than write and how do you find time to write?
No. I'm a full-time mom. I write during those in-between times when I can grab a few moments to myself. Some days, I don't have time to write at all but most days I manage an hour. On good days, I write for two or three hours, but it usually means that I sacrifice something else that I should (or would like) to be doing.

What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
My most interesting quirk is that some of my most pivotal scenes are the product of dreams. There are times when an important development in my story will enter my head as a result of a dream. If the idea really sticks, then I'll add it into the story. There have been a couple inconvenient moments when dream sequences altered the course of the story, but more often than not, those scenes prove to be helpful. Dreams have helped me get past writer's block when I'm stuck and even given me the ending of stories.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
As a child, I never wanted to grow up but I planned to become an author once I got too big to live at home any longer. My parents encouraged me to become something practical such as an accountant, and so I spent my first three years at Arizona State University majoring in accounting. As it happened, I despised accounting with a fiery passion. This unfortunate discovery resulted in a change of major and an extra year in college, but I eventually graduated with a Business degree. Since graduation, I've worked in a variety of different professions, including medical device documentation clerk, technical writer, and claims adjuster for auto insurance. I'm currently lucky enough to be doing the two things I always dreamed about doing: mom and author. Author mom. Those two titles cover a great many hats.

Anything additional you want to share with the readers?
Yes! Thank you so much for dropping in today and sticking with me through the entire interview! And thank you, Lisa, for having me as your guest today.

Where to find Melissa on the Internet:
E-mail: melissasnark@gmail.com

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Book blurb blitz for Cape Cursed by Janice Lane Palko

Today finds the romantic suspense novel Cape Cursed in the spotlight. This is one of several stops on the same day to share a book blurb for this novel by Janice Lane Palko

Janice will be awarding a $25 gift certificate to the OBXstore to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. To be entered for a chance to win, use the form below. And to increase your chances of winning, visit other tour stops and enter there, too.


Blurb:
Bliss Sherman doesn’t believe in curses—that is until she arrives at Cape Destiny, North Carolina. Bliss comes to the cape determined to make a name for herself and her new firm by accomplishing an incredible engineering feat—moving the Cape Destiny Lighthouse inland before it's swallowed by the Atlantic Ocean.

Bliss, who has struggled with dyslexia, discrimination, and betrayal by her ex-husband and former business partner, Jonathan, faces her greatest challenge when she falls in love with the handsome, mysterious descendant of the lighthouse keepers, Parker Swain, who is vehemently opposed to the lighthouse’s move.

When someone targets Bliss, she begins to wonder if the curse that is rumored to be attached to the lighthouse may be true. Who is sabotaging her dream? Who is trying to harm her? Who wants to kill her? When all clues point to Parker, she dismisses her suspicions, deciding to trust him and her heart. But as the evidence mounts against Parker, she begins to doubt not only herself and her heart, but also Parker.

Can she trust her judgment? Can she trust Parker? Most importantly, when she is trapped inside the lighthouse with him during a raging hurricane, can she trust Parker with her life?

A romantic suspense with all the seaside moody romance of du Maurier’s Rebecca and the spine-tingling thrills that keep you turning the pages, Cape Cursed casts a spell of sensuous deception and seductive danger. A Category 5 of a romantic suspense novel, Cape Cursed, barrels in packing a surge of suspense that knocks you off your feet and a blistering romance that sweeps you up and carries you away.


Excerpt:
When Bliss cleared the copse of trees towering over the parking lot, she walked out across the broad lawn. Stars were beginning to appear. It was so beautiful here. How could this place be cursed?

Bliss looked over at The Keeper’s House. It was dark. She walked up onto the porch, and called Parker’s name into the screen door. No answer. Perhaps he’d gone out for dinner.

Disappointed, Bliss walked back down the porch steps and headed toward the Explorer. From the direction of the ocean, she heard a faint barking. Parker and Beau must be down on the beach.

She quickened her pace and headed down the path that led over the dune, toward the pounding surf.

Bliss trudged in her heavy boots through the sand, and as she stood atop the dune, she saw Parker and Beau swimming in the frothy sea. They were gray figures in an inky ocean, and she could barely make out Beau, his snout pointed in the air, as he paddled parallel to the shore.

The white cap of a large wave barreled in, and Parker standing in waist-high water joined his hands together and dove into the bottom of it, letting it wash over him. He rose, his back to her, as the wave crashed upon the beach. As Bliss was about to call his name, the words caught in her throat. The wave spent itself on the shore and rushed out quickly, leaving Parker in thigh-high surf. Naked.

Silhouetted against the darkening sky, she could make out the carved muscles of his back, the narrow waist, and his chiseled butt perched upon his strong legs. The same dark shade of the ocean, he looked like some water-God rising out of the waves. She stood there mesmerized by his unbridled masculinity, her mouth agape, admiring him. If he was cursed, every many should be so unfortunate.


Author Bio and Links:
In addition to Cape Cursed, Janice Lane Palko is the author of the romantic comedy St. Anne’s Day and the Christmas novel, A Shepherd’s Song. She has been a professional writer for nearly 20 years. During her career, she has written everything from greeting cards to web content and has taught several classes at the local community college, including Building English Skills to Creative and Memoir writing.

She is currently on the staff of the website Popular Pittsburgh and has been the executive editor of Northern Connection and Pittsburgh 55+ magazines, where she also contributed to the editorial content, writing her own column and numerous features. Palko has also been a columnist with the North Hills News Record.

Her work has appeared in publications such as The Reader’s Digest, Guideposts for Teens, Woman’s World, The Christian Science Monitor, The Pittsburgh Tribune-Review, and The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette, and her essays have been featured in the books A Cup of Comfort for Inspiration, A Cup of Comfort for Expectant Mothers, and Chicken Soup for the Single’s Soul.

A graduate of Union Institute & University with a B.A. in Writing & Literature, Palko has won several awards for her writing including the prestigious Amy Foundation Award of Merit. Her writings have also garnered accolades at the Kent State Writer's Conference, and she has been selected as Writer of the Month by Oatmeal Studio greeting cards.

She is at work on her next novel, another romantic suspense entitled Most Highly Favored Daughter.

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Monday, September 16, 2013

Book excerpt for Sweet Sexy Sadie by Christine Young

Today is a book excerpt tour stop for the paranormal erotic romance, Sweet Sexy Sadie, by Christine Young. 


Christine will be awarding a $20 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. To be entered to win, leave a comment below (and a way for Christine to get in touch). To increase your chances of winning, feel free to visit other tour stops and leave comments there, too.

Blurb for Sweet Sexy Sadie:
From the first time Sadie’s eyes met those of Brody McKenna in the hot Sierra Madre Mountains, theirs was a potent attraction—not gentle, slow, and easy, but hot, hard, and all-consuming. The daughter of a dysfunctional family, Sadie had dreams no man could wrench from her with hot sex and an all-consuming passion. She’d challenge this alpha male with all the strength she possessed. But her red hair, fiery temperament, and indomitable spirit obsessed Brody...and he knew he had to find a way to show her he was more than he appeared and convince her to make a life with him.

Excerpt from Sweet Sexy Sadie:
Brody stood at the top of Infinity Cliff, Sadie at his side. He'd wrapped his arm around her as if the gesture would keep her with him for eternity. She didn't lean into him as she usually did. The physical separation didn't alarm him as much as the emotional distance. Day by day they should be growing closer, melding as one.

Instead there was a chasm between them as deep and as wide as the Grand Canyon. A shield so thick even superman's x-ray vision wouldn't be able to penetrate its depth. He sought answers but none were forthcoming. For each step forward he took two backwards.

The sky stretched on forever. Stars blinked in the evening light and a soft wind blew across his face. He closed his eyes, letting the atmosphere settle inside and allowing his soul to cleanse.

Sadie stood stiff and tall against him. When he looked at her, her face was pale and she trembled. He didn't want to do that to her. He needed to make her happy.

"I don't get why we're here." She sounded petulant and irritable. He had hoped she would see the significance and the astounding beauty of Infinity Cliff.

"You need to see where I came from and the journey through time we travel together." He should have bit his tongue before he finished that sentence. With his words, she shifted farther away. A frigid cold swept through him. It was not the chill of the Chullachaqui but a coldness he had created.

"Brody," she turned toward him, "we've had this conversation. It isn't going anywhere. I'm not staying. I might return if this is where my team decides to study, but we might never see each other again."

For a while at least, he could ignore the negativity and think only positive thoughts. Compromise meant a great deal to him. He was more than willing to do his part. And what she didn't know was that he wouldn't rest until he called Sadie Monroe his wife.

He pointed toward the vast emptiness in front of them. His words were spoken softly and with a reverence that came deep within his heart. "The McKennas lived in the highlands of Scotland. How they came there no one knew. Some say they arrived after a long journey across Pangaea."

He inhaled a long deep breath for courage. What he was about to show Sadie could set back their relationship, could put them in jeopardy of ever moving forward.

"More folk legends?" She stepped toward the edge of the cliff then peered over it. "My God, there is no bottom."

"That is why we call this place Infinity Cliff." He wanted to laugh but held his breath instead.

"I see." She leaned farther.


Author Bio and Links:
Born in Medford, Oregon, novelist Christine Young has lived in Oregon all of her life. After graduating from Oregon State University with a BS in science, she spent another year at Southern Oregon State University working on her teaching certificate, and a few years later received her Master's degree in secondary education and counseling. Now the long, hot days of summer provide the perfect setting for creating romance. She sold her first book, Dakota's Bride, the summer of 1998 and her second book, My Angel to Kensington. Her teaching and writing careers have intertwined with raising three children. Christine's newest venture is the creation of Rogue Phoenix Press. Christine is the founder, editor, and co-owner with her husband. They live in Salem, Oregon.






Sunday, September 15, 2013

Live chat with mystery author Barbara Ross - Sep 15, 7-9PM EST

The Writer's Chatroom presents mystery author Barbara Ross.

WHEN?
Sunday, September 15, 2013

Eastern USA Time.....7-9 PM

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Friday, September 13, 2013

Excerpt from YA action/adventure Blue Moon Chronicles by Bryant Golden



About the Author:

Bryant Golden started writing “Blue Moon Chronicles, Book I” when he was twelve years old and sick at home. The story and the genre changed significantly in the seven years it took to finish, hopefully for the better, but the title and the themes never changed. Born and raised in Los Angeles, California, he originally settled his characters into fantasy worlds with magic and creatures to abandon life in the city. When he was rewriting the story for the final time he realized that the story needs to be personal for it to matter, to the writer and to readers, so he created new characters and settled the story into a fictional but realistic world.




Genre: Fiction/Action & Adventure/Young Adult
Publisher: Self-published with CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform.
Released June 4, 2013.

Book Description:

It’s been a century since the Civil War split the continent into two provinces, Sanctum and Alexandria, and now another war is on the horizon: the Continent War. The end of this war means the end of one of the provinces. This is the story of Ian Hirst as he finds himself in the fray and fights to defend his province and loved ones. Isaiah, a young boy from the newest locale in Sanctum, struggles to learn what it means to grow up and become “a proper man” in the middle of it all.



Excerpt, “A Night In Sanctum”:


Ian was shown the cheapest inn to spend the night, far out on the outskirts of the city. They get cheaper the farther away from the castle, according to what the man told him. When he got to his room for the night he pulled off his boots and his parka, hung the empty rifle on the bedpost and changed his bandages.
He dozed off for a few hours and woke up to the sound of the doorknob turning. He grabbed the rifle and silently positioned himself behind the door in the blink of an eye. He’s a lot quicker on his feet when he isn’t inches deep in snow.
Hi there,” he said, closing the door with the rifle pointed at the mysterious hooded figure that just walked in. “Don’t do anything stupid or you’ll be dead before you can regret it.”
A deep chuckle, male, Ian thought, then silence. The hooded man turned to face him. He noticed the large beard, definitely a man then.
Who are you?” he asked.
Not your enemy. Well, not yet.”
The man pulled down his hood to reveal an aged face, half of it covered by his large dark beard. “You were given a package by that ridiculous man earlier,” he started. “I’ve been following those fools for days.”
Ian sat down on the floor, still aiming the rifle at the man. “That’s none of my business but I won’t give it to you,” he said. He kept switching his focus between the man and the rucksack to make sure he doesn’t reach for it.
Fool, this is no ordinary delivery. Did you not see the ribbon? It means ‘royalty’. Those ridiculous merchants are only overlooked swindlers, friend.”
I’m not your friend, old-timer. Also, I don’t make a habit of peeking at other people’s mail. Neither should you,” said Ian with a glare. “Wait, so…‘royalty’ then? Did that man expect me to deliver this to the king?” he asked.
No, of course not… You don’t deliver it directly to the king. Why don’t you know that? What kind of courier are you?”
I’m not a courier. I have my own reasons for being in the city. You’d know that if you were better at what you do. I didn’t even see you at the fork in the road.”
You didn’t see me because I’m that good at what I do, you fool.”
Ah, well… I’m not giving it to you,” mumbled Ian, the lack of confidence is embarrassingly obvious.
Well, I’m not really giving you a choice,” said the man with a smile. In one quick motion the man pulled his cloak off, threw it at Ian, disarmed him in the confusion and had it pointed at his forehead.