OTHER THAN by Mia Jo Celeste blog tour and excerpt
We are super excited to be part of the Book Tour for OTHER THAN, a thrilling gaslamp fantasy by Mia Jo Celeste. The new audiobook version is now available. Check it out!
Genre: Gaslamp Fantasy, Paranormal Historical Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: January 27, 2017
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: January 27, 2017
Other Than #PNR A purgatory as dangerous as Dr. Moreau’s Island with zombies and romance.
It only takes one drink from the Water of Immortality to kill Evie Woods—halfway. Trapped in undead flesh, the world’s last skin-slider wakens on an island purgatory where a cursed spring bubbles with immortality, and zombie cannibals crave living flesh.
Her only hope of escape rests in the hands of the one man who would see her fail. Bound to her by cords stronger than death, Lord Victor Lowell is both the man of her dreams, and her darkest nightmares. Contrary and intractable, Victor preys on others to maintain his angelic charisma and preternatural prowess. Drawn to the compellingly gallant and vulnerable soul behind his mercurial humors, Evie can only watch as protecting her forces Victor to sacrifice yet more of himself to the ancient evil long tethered to his soul.
Trapped in an ever-escalating war they can’t stop, Victor and Evie fight time for a cure, but as the long days pass blackness tears at Evie, ripping her thoughts from her one memory at a time. Victor will to do whatever it takes to prevent her from deteriorating into a rotting husk, even if it means dooming himself, but Evie won’t surrender his soul without a fight. Battle lines drawn, the soul mates resolve to find redemption or die trying.
EXCERPT (Non PG)
“Yes, my dearest
dove.” Victor came to her. His closeness pressed sharp against her hips
regardless of the presence of bustle, hoop, and petticoat between. He took her
shoulders, turning her into him, so she might gaze into his lovely countenance.
“Down from the mattress. My father spared himself no indulgence. Neither will
we.”
Although his touch
was gentle, the pull he had on her was more than compelling, impossible to
resist. He ran his fingers through her hair and trailed icy tingles over her
scalp. Glowing as though reflecting candle light, his pupils widened.
Was he going to kiss
her? She tilted her head and leaned toward him. Under her shift, she grew
moist. Her breasts ached. Their lips met.
Something sharp
lanced her palm. She whistled shrilly and drew back.
“What is it, my dove?”
She opened her fist.
The feather’s quill needled her flesh. Funny, how a thing fabled for softness
could hurt.
With a pinch, she
yanked it free. A minute drop of red glistened in the white snow of her palm.
“You’re bleeding
like one of the living.” Wonder in voice and expression, Victor gripped her
wrist as though helping her support a spouting fountain.
Was she truly
bleeding? Mesmerized, she watched the pinprick of life congeal. Victor put his
lips to the slight injury in a breathless kiss.
He cut his eyes to
her. His irises sparkled, unnaturally dazzling. Then his hunger hit her. She
reeled and would have fallen had he not snaked an arm around her. His strength,
the strength of a Howler, held her upright against him.
She struggled to
keep her weight on her own feet.
He licked her tiny
wound. In delicate and chilling circles, he lapped up the evidence of her
father’s sacrifice. She bled because of the life her father had thrust upon
her. Now Victor devoured what was left of her past—that little spot of blood.
And she let him. No.
Her heart cried out. She shuddered and tried to jerk her hand away, but it was
caught. His hold on her wrist constricted.
He pulled her
closer. His dazzlingly blond hair brushed her cheeks.
Longing arced across
the scant inches between them. She craved his embrace—him. Her small clothes
grew ever damper, but she summoned the will to speak. “Let go.”
“You know you don’t
want me to stop.” He spoke, his tone soft and coercing. Then he sucked her hand
in earnest. His wintry lips sizzled and burned.
She quaked inside.
How could she desire both escape and capture?
She was the freed bird who beat her wings on her cage’s exterior. Did
she want in or out?
He nuzzled her palm
and then released her arm, holding her with only his gaze. “You’re as nervous
as a newly hatched sparrow. If you don’t wish me or this room, we’ll look
elsewhere. You’re free to go.”
Was she?
“Decide.” His irises
flared.
Invitation or
threat?
He trembled. “Go or
I’ll take you, feather and all.”
“No.” She sounded
desperate even to herself, but she stepped daringly closer and plucked the bit
of white from him. “I keep the feather.”
“Done.” He lifted,
spun and placed her on the bed in one swift movement.
She had but a
moment to realize she perched on the edge before he gently urged her further
onto the fiery quilt, yanked up her skirts and stripped her of petticoats and
hoops and the like.
She gasped at the
suddenness.
“Tell me to stop
and I will.”
“No, don’t stop.” She trembled yet
leaned back on her elbows
Book Tour Schedule
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About Mia Jo Celeste
Mia Jo Celeste comes from a family of writers and English teachers, so it was no surprise when she chose to pursue both careers. She grew up watching horror movies and reading romances. To her, the two genres go together like salty and sweet in kettle corn.
Website: http://www.miaceleste.com/
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