Welcome to one of the January 10th stops on the blog and Bookstagram tour for Pawn by Angela J. Ford, organized by Feather & Dove Book Tours. These guys are a brand new tour organizer that I’m excited to work with, and this is the final day of the tour, so let’s make it a good one! I have been assign an excerpt post, so in an unusual twist for my Instagram account, if you got here from my Instagram profile then you were teased with part of the excerpt I selected, not the opening of the synopsis or my own thoughts on the book. Here on the actual blog post I will include the synopsis as well because that’s what I do on book tour posts, but please do read/scroll on for the complete version of the excerpt I teased.
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About the Book
Night of the Dark Fae Book One
by Angela J. Ford
Published 14 February 2020
Genre: Epic Fantasy
Page Count: 238
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A day will come, when curses will be broken, the lost shall be found, the found shall be lost, and the rift between mortal and celestial will cease to exist.
-Prophecy of Erinyes
Maeve of Carn is a warrior of warriors, but she’s no hero.
Born with superhuman strength she sells her abilities to mercenaries and warlords in exchange for wealth.
Until the night of the full moon. . .
In the midst of a raid, led by the warlord she just might be falling in love with, Maeve is taken by the Dark Fae.
After leaving her to rot in the dungeon of the damned they offer her a deal. Freedom.
If she finds a divine relic rumored to have the power to break all curses.
Left with no other choice, Maeve sets off on a perilous quest, guided by the Scholar.
Crossing her arms, Maeve marched up to the table and waited, towering above Sandrine, the shadow of Caspian behind her.
Sandrine’s eyes shot up, and the barest hint of surprise registered on her face, quickly covered by a scowl. Peering past Maeve, she pointed an accusing finger. “Who is he?”
Maeve lifted her chin, eyes narrowed. “I had to hire some help. Due to the nature of our quest, it’s not enough for me to go in alone, without help. I need extra muscle to ensure the safety of our items. I have worked with him before and he will be content to be paid in gold.”
The spoon in Sandrine’s hand clattered on the table, and she shoved the bowl of gruel away. Standing, she yanked up her pack and glared at Maeve. All pretense of friendliness, if it had ever been there, was gone. “Maeve. A private word.” She pointed farther into the inn, toward a staircase hidden in shadows. Then her eyes locked on Caspian’s face, and she sniffed. “Hired muscle indeed. Wait for a moment like a good watchdog while we discuss.”
Maeve flinched at the term: watchdog. How could Caspian stand there and take it? But he played his part well, and not a word left his lips. He sat down at the table, pretending to be dumb, while Maeve followed Sandrine toward the shadows. She glanced back at Caspian, mouthing the word “sorry,” but if he saw his expression did not change.
The rafters above squeaked, and the air smelled musty and moldy. Maeve wrinkled her nose, reminding herself that nothing was worse than the dungeon. Sandrine led her to a corner next to the stairway, which curved upward into gray light.
“Are you daft?” Sandrine scoffed. “What does that man mean to you? Who is he? Because whoever he is, you are giving him a death sentence.”
Maeve leaned away from Sandrine’s bad breath and the rehearsed words came tumbling out, “I told you earlier, I hired him to help. He’s a warrior I’ve worked with before. He’s loyal and does well with a blade, he can follow directions, and as long as he’s paid in gold, he will not interfere with the quest nor try to take the shards for himself.”
Maeve’s thoughts rang as the lies slipped from her lips. They were harder to say than she’d expected, and for a moment her heart quailed. This was dangerous. Should she tell Caspian to run? If he were harmed or even slain because of this quest . . . she shivered and rubbed her arms, suddenly uncomfortable. The situation was terrible, but what else could she do? If she sent him away, he’d likely follow her. For him, there was more at stake than her freedom—he also felt a responsibility, a duty to the world and a calling from the Divine.
Miserable, Maeve looked away from Sandrine’s penetrating gaze.
The scholar clearly did not trust her tale. She humphed and shifted from foot to foot. “You think this is a game, don’t you? You’ve never interacted with the fae. You don’t know what they are like, what they will take from you.”
About the Author
Angela J. Ford is a bestselling author who writes epic fantasy and steamy fantasy romance with vivid worlds, gray characters and endings you just can’t guess. She has published 14 novels, 6 short stories and sold over 32,000 copies.
Angela is also a Co-Founder of Booksniffer. A new app for book lovers, plus an effective way for authors to market their books to new readers.
She enjoys traveling, hiking, and playing World of Warcraft with her husband. First and foremost, Angela is a reader and can often be found with her nose in a book.
Aside from writing she enjoys the challenge of working with marketing technology and builds websites for authors.
Angela is passionate about helping indie authors succeed and co-hosts a podcast called Indie Author Lifestyle.
If you happen to be in Nashville, you’ll most likely find her enjoying a white chocolate mocha and daydreaming about her next book.
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