Love Bytes is happy to say hello to author Jacob Z Flores today who stops by to talk about his new release “Blood Drop”.
Jacob introduces us to the story and shares with us part 3 of his prologue he has written for his blog tour.
Also he brought a wonderful giveaway to participate in!
Welcome Jacob 🙂
A single drop of blood might hold the key to the fate of the magical world, and Aiden Teine must choose between his bond of love and embracing the power to defeat his enemies.
Aiden’s adjustment to being the first vampyre fae hasn’t been easy, but his ties to warlock Thad Blackmoor prevent him from becoming a monster. With Thad, Aiden has a new family, a new purpose, and a new reason to live, though he’s technically undead. There’s one problem: Aiden’s control over his vampyre is weakening. He must learn what’s triggering his violent reactions before he surrenders to the creature within. To complicate matters, Aiden discovers his transformation might not be complete, and he fears what he will become.
Aiden’s search for answers thrusts him into a frightening world filled with deception, new dangers, and apocalyptic visions. The part destiny intends Aiden to play could alter his relationship with Thad forever. If Aiden, Thad, and the entire magical community are to survive Icarian’s latest scheme, Aiden must interpret the meaning of the prophetic blood drop before it falls and ushers in the destruction of all creation, and the warlock he loves.
The Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge (Book 5)
by Jacob Z. Flores
Magic has enthralled me since I was a child. I can still remember those summer afternoons, running around my grandparents, yard and pretending that I was levitating my enemies or moving objects with my mind. As I grew into an adult, my fascination with the mystical world only grew. The only thing that changed was my realization that I wasn’t telekinetic and couldn’t cast spells.
But, I was only partially wrong.
While I couldn’t summon arcane energies, as an author I could create a magical world and populate it with magical characters. Thus, I began constructing the world on which the Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge is based.
As hard as it is to believe, the journey began in 2015. Two years and four books later, the fifth (and most likely the last) book of the series is set to release on November 6.
I’ve enjoyed exploring this world with everyone. I’ve also had great fun re-imagining warlocks, witches, and wizards and vampires, shifters, and fae. I’m also extremely proud of my boys, Mason, Thad, and Pierce. They have come a long way since book one, but I’m not done with them yet.
There’s one story left to tell, and it belongs to Aiden Teine, the fire fairy who captured Thad Blackmoor’s heart. Aiden is the narrator for the fifth book, which will answer all the remaining questions from the series. Readers will finally learn the identities of Icarian and the Warlock Hag as well as the devastating truth about the Prophecy of the Three.
However, all endings have a beginning, and that is what I want to share with readers on this tour. I have written a six-part prologue to Blood Drop that will fill in the gap between books four and five and lead right into chapter one. I’ll be sharing each part at the first six blog stops and an exclusive excerpt at the final one. I hope you’ll come along for the ride.
So kick back, grab your favorite snack, and enjoy. Don’t forget to enter the blog’s giveaway. One person at every stop will win a $10 Amazon gift card.
Release date: November 6, 2017
Blood Drop Prologue: Part 3
I moved silently through the darkened woods. My vampyren talons flexed, and my prehensile tongue rattled in the air before me, searching for the slightest tang of blood in the air.
I sensed Thad, moving in the woods behind me.
The fairy inside me smacked his forehead. Why couldn’t Thad do the one thing I asked and wait for me to come back? The answer was easy. Thad loved me, and he wanted to protect me as much as I wanted to protect him. Thad knew his presence was the only thing capable of controlling my vampyre, even though his presence placed him in great danger.
My vampyren instinct urged me to turn around and strike, to claim my bloody prize from the persistent and foolish warlock. The fairy wouldn’t hear it. It wrapped the reins I used to keep the beast under control in his massive hands and pulled, refusing to allow the monster to turn and instead guiding it toward a more suitable meal.
The demon hissed and complained, but it sped forward, dodging from shadow to shadow in search of the meal that would briefly satiate its hunger. Once I fed, I would be able to focus my vampyren senses away from its appetite and onto whatever threat it sensed.
Then I would find and eliminate it. It was the only way to save Thad.
I stopped. Save Thad from what? It wasn’t as if Thad hadn’t been in danger these past few months. Heck, his entire family and I had been faced with death in more forms than I cared to imagine, but my instinct told me this was something even deadlier than we first imagined, something that had the power to sever the blood tie that kept Thad and me together.
If that threat wasn’t Icarian, what could it possibly be?
A loud hiss escaped my throat. My vampyre wasn’t pleased with the distraction from its hunt. Although I wanted to revert to my fairy form and rush to Thad’s side, I couldn’t. My vampyre might be able to give me the answers I needed. In order to get them, it had to eat.
The bushes to my right rustled, and my tongue snaked in the direction of the noise. It wasn’t Thad. He still trailed behind me, so I crouched low as my fangs lengthened.
A large two hundred pound buck emerged onto the clearing, and my tense legs propelled me onto the prey. Seconds later, I drank to my vampyren heart’s content while the fire fairy within me wept. But the more I drank, the hungrier the vampyre became. It demanded more, and my prehensile tongue already scarlet from the feast came alive.
It slithered in the air, trembling in want and pointing at the man who stood behind me, the one I couldn’t see clearly through the red haze that dominated my vision. I hissed, ready to claim another kill.
The musical sound of the voice gave me pause. I recognized it from somewhere, but the pulsing highways of blood I could see coursing underneath his flesh made me not care.
All I wanted was to drink.
“I said. Stop!”
I hissed at the auburn-haired meal. How dare it think to command me? I was a vampyre. I was an unstoppable magical force capable of laying waste to all before me. It was nothing but food.
My prehensile tongue shot out of my mouth as my muscles tensed. It would take me less than a minute to sever the main artery on what had to be the most delicious neck I’d ever seen. Just staring upon it made me thirsty, and it caused other parts of my body to come to life.
A mischievous smile spread across my food’s lips as it stared at my rigid groin. “Well, I see a part of you still remembers me.”
What was it talking about? I didn’t distinguish one morsel from the next. All that mattered was the bloody feast I’d enjoy. That was what excited me, and the fear my prey felt before death made the drink even sweeter.
I lunged, yet this prey didn’t tremble, scream, or attempt to run away. It stood there, opening its arms as if to embrace me.
I came to a full stop mere inches from my kill. Though I towered over it with my prehensile tongue rattling in anger, my food did the unthinkable. It smiled up at me and crossed the distance that separated us.
What trickery was this? I took two steps back, checking its hands for a wooden stake. I was impervious to most magic and earthly weapons, but one stake could reduce me to ash.
“Don’t worry.”Its words came out low and gentle like the bleat of a newborn lamb. “I’m not going to hurt you just like you’re not going to hurt me.”
How was it possible for food to know what I’d been thinking?
To read all 6 parts of the prologue, follow the Blood Drop blog tour and enter to win a $10 Amazon gift card at each stop!
Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.
Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse.
When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.
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