Monday, November 14, 2011

Blog Tour: Excerpt Till Abandon by Avril Ashton

AUTHOR'S BIO: A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y with a Spousal Equivalent of eight years. Together they raise a 7 y/o daughter who loves reading and school (wonder how long that will last). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing plot points of The Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother

Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Avril remains a believer of love in all its forms.

SYNOPSIS: They call her ‘The woman in white,’ whisper ‘Death-Bringer’ with their last breath, but no one knows exactly what she is. Not even Voltaire herself. The deadly magic within her is a living thing, able to crush anyone and everything with a blink. Abandoning the blood-soaked world she’s used to, Voltaire seeks out the one constant in her tired life—the green-eyed wolf in her dreams. She’s ignored the wolf’s call for years, afraid to surrender, but danger haunts her mate. He needs her.

Wolf-shifter Blake Montez is in the middle of a war, battling the usurpers intent on taking over his territory. Unfamiliar magic hums in the air, unnoticed—it seems—by everyone but him. He finds the source already under his nose, in his home. The delicate woman in white knows things no one should know, and the heat simmering between them is unlike anything he’s ever felt. His wolf recognizes her as his mate, though Blake remains unsure he can trust her.

Voltaire sets out to prove herself with time running out, enemies are on the prowl, some foreseen, others remain cloaked in shadow. She and Blake team up, fighting side by side, but in the end Voltaire might be the biggest threat to their love.

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EXCERPT Rated R, language: 

Blake took a deep breath and strode across to the woman in white. 

“You didn’t have to make them leave on my account.” She swung around on the stool to face him. 

Blake’s breath seized; his wolf roared. His cock, neglected for longer than necessary, stirred. Her smooth skin glowed the palest ivory, making her appear fragile and untouchable. Bone straight, white hair fell to her waist, getting lost in the white of her tight blouse, distressed jeans and floor length coat. The killer heels on her feet were an obscene red, matching her lips. 

I can hear your wolf, she whispered in his head. Why do you suppose he’s fighting so hard to get out? 

Blake flinched and stared into her mismatched eyes, feeling like he was floating. He tried getting into her thoughts but came up against a black wall. 

That’s right. I can read your mind, but alas, she sighed dramatically, you can’t fuck with mine. 

He closed the gap between them on unsteady legs, hands at his sides, heart hammering in his chest. Sweaty skin tightened painfully as his wolf clawed under his skin. 

“Who are you?” 

“Who do you want me to be, Blake?” Sex dripped from her low voice. Husky and silky-smooth. She posed a threat to him, to his wolf, to— 

Now, now. A threat? Li’l ole me? She winked her right eye, the gold one. The left eye sparked a vibrant, violet hue. 

“What are you?” Standing next to her with his teeth clenched, Blake couldn’t decide whether to grab her and spread her legs across the bar, or shoot her between those weird, gorgeous eyes. 

“Um.” She licked her lips. “I vote for the first option.” He narrowed his eyes and she shrugged. “Just saying.” 

“Strange magic surrounds you,” he rasped. “And you bring it here, to my pack.” 

“Well, if you want to get technical, the strange magic doesn’t surround me so much as it lives in me.” 

Blake reached a hand out, but snatched it back at the last second. “Get out now before I kill you.” He couldn’t have her here, distracting him with her strange pull and her particular brand of magic. 

She laughed. Invisible arms wrapped around his waist and jerked him forward. To her. 

“There are many reasons you can’t kill me, but let’s start with the one you refuse to acknowledge.” Rising off the stool, she leaned over and dragged her tongue down his neck. 

His wolf erupted, awakened further by her touch. His cock, aroused before, hardened to painful proportions. Blake growled and grabbed her by the neck. She stared at him with her lips curved, those eyes twinkling. 

The name’s Voltaire, but what do you call me, Blake? 

He tightened his fingers around her neck. Her strange-ass pupils dilated. The wolf scented her arousal and went crazy, ready to mark. To claim. 

Say it, Blake. 

His eyesight dimmed as the wolf grew stronger, his other half already accepting what he fought to deny. Blake jerked her to him, speaking the word before his mouth descended on hers. 



 I love the cover! :D What do you guys think? 



  1. The cover looks amazing :) Definitly a book I would pick up if I saw it in the store :)

    And who doesn`t like wolfshifters :P Interesting :D

  2. Thank you for hosting Avril today.

  3. Thank you for having me over. The cover is just delectable, isn't it? It captures Voltaire to perfection ;0)

  4. The cover is awesome! And i can't wait to read this story :)


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