Friday, January 12, 2024

Blog Tour with a Excerpt for Moonflower: Vampires of Los Angeles by Heather Ewen-Foster with a GIVEAWAY

Moonflower: Vampires of Los Angeles by Heather Ewen-Foster
Publication date: November 7th 2023
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy


Sonia, a 250-year-old Australian vampire, thought she had found peace in the quiet neighborhood of Whitley Heights, Hollywood. But when a mysterious creature starts slaughtering young vampires, Sonia is thrust into a deadly game of cat and mouse.

With her friend Sunny targeted by an ancient monster, Sonia must uncover the truth behind these brutal attacks. Desperate to save her friend and end the bloodshed, Sonia navigates the treacherous politics of the vampire world. Along the way, she finds herself torn between her irresistible attraction to Alex, the enigmatic human journalist helping in her investigation, and her deep bond with sexy and charismatic Sunny, Alpha Vampire extraordinaire.

As the sinister plot unravels, Sonia’s race against time becomes a pulse-pounding battle against an impossibly powerful foe. Will she uncover the truth before more lives are lost? And what sacrifices will she have to make to protect those she loves?

Moon Flower is a spellbinding urban fantasy that will leave you breathless. Heather Ewen-Foster’s suspenseful tale immerses you in a world of danger, romance, and mythical creatures. Get ready for an electrifying adventure that will keep you turning the pages late into the night.

EXCERPT:  “Your Archoatess?”
Damn. This is a dangerous word in the vampire world, one that’s caused entire
communities to be wiped from existence. It’s the language of blood feud, of war. If Bianca is indeed now an Archoatess, and has cultivated a following of lesser vampires, as the word
suggests, then it seems Vladimir’s theory is correct.

“Why, the Lady Bianca, of course.” Constanzo’s smile widens, and his canines become
more pronounced.

I smile back, shifting through the change in front of the Italian prat. If he wants to play,
we’ll play. Meanwhile, Sunny remains silent in the corner, lounging casually in his seat, his face fixed in a bored expression. But no one has forgotten his presence. Constanzo has fixed his attention solely on me for the time being, but each of his three goons flash a wary glance towards Sunny’s corner at regular intervals.

I wonder how much they know about him. Do they think they can take him? They
outnumber him, and Sunny is still recovering from the creature’s venom. I have a feeling the
goons’ confidence, or lack-there-of, is the only thing keeping this charming little tête-à-tête from disintegrating into an all-out brawl. Unfortunately, I’m not even sure how up to the fight Sunny is.

As if reading my thoughts, Constanzo turns his attention to Sunny’s silent form. “And
you, my brave warrior,” he purrs seductively. “My Archoatess heard you had become terribly ill after some sort of attack. I must confess that, when we could not locate you at your home, we feared the worst.”

Sunny responds by focusing his eyes on Constanzo for the first time. I can see from
where I sit they are entirely black, as if the pupil has spread to devour not only the blue irises but also the whites of his eyes. I know right then there will be no peaceful conclusion to these threatening little demonstrations. Somebody is going to die. I hope it’s Constanzo. I unhinge my jaw and nonchalantly lace my clawed fingers to grip my knee.

Meanwhile, Constanzo, idiot that he is, shows no hint of awareness that anything is amiss
with Sunny. He has turned his attention back to me. Big mistake.

“I am afraid you’ll have to cancel the rest of your plans for today,” he says. “My
associates and I are under orders to bring you to Archoatess Bianca immediately.”
As if on cue, the three goons behind him unclasp their hands and flex them at their sides,
bodies rigid with the promise of violence.

“I don’t think so.” I speak slowly, uncrossing my legs and planting my feet firmly on the
ground as I rest my hands loosely on the arms of the rocking chair. I give a little push with the balls of my feet and begin to rock back and forth in the chair, quietly radiating menace. Sunny continues to stare at Constanzo with his deadly black eyes.

Suddenly, the blond goon closest to Sunny turns towards him and rushes. Not daring to
take my eyes off of Constanzo, I have only the blurred impression of movement before I hear the distinct cracking sound of breaking bones. I see from the corners of my eyes that Sunny is holding up the limp body of the blond goon in one hand.

The blond vampire struggles against Sunny, trying to reach him with outstretched arms,
but Sunny holds something in his other hand. Another blurry sight and then the wet squelching sounds of a head being severed from its body, the sharp blade cutting expertly through meat, tendons, and bone. The dull thud of a body hitting the floor, the thump of a head following.
Nobody dares to move. Constanzo keeps his eyes fixed on me, a sick smile still plastered
on his face.

Sunny crouches, throws his arms wide, and tilts his head back. The most terrifying
scream comes from him. He sounds for all the world like a pissed off Pterodactyl from one of the Jurassic World movies. And holy fuck, I’ve heard that sound before: something similar came from the vrykolokas the night we were attacked.

The two remaining goons face Sunny, their promised violence somewhat diminished.
Drenched in blood and gore, Sunny straightens back up and turns his black stare onto Constanzo.

I know Constanzo can feel the weight of Sunny’s deadened eyes. Almost imperceptibly, his neck seems to shrink as if he’s trying to pull his head down between his shoulders like a turtle.

“I think you had better leave now,”

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