Thursday, July 25, 2013

Copper Girl Promo Blitz

 
 
Title: Copper Girl

Author: Jennifer Allis Provost

Series: Copper Legacy

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Spence City

Release Date: June 25 2013

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Blurb/Synopsis: Sara had always been careful.

She never spoke of magic, never associated with those suspected of handling magic, never thought of magic, and never, ever, let anyone see her mark. After all, the last thing she wanted was to end up missing, like her father and brother.

Then, a silver elf pushed his way into Sara's dream, and her life became anything but ordinary.


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CHAPTER ONE, Part I


It seemed like a good idea at the time.
My office, like most modern offices, cranked the air
conditioning down to Arctic proportions during the summer months. Consequently,
we workers arrived in the morning dressed in sandals and sleeveless tops,
donned heavy sweaters upon reaching our desks, and ended up shivering by noon.
Ironically, when our workday ended we were hit by a wall of oppressive heat the
moment we stepped outside the main doors. No, this wasn’t a flawed system in
the slightest.
That day, I wasn’t having it. I had the grand idea of
spending my lunch hour outside, away from the icy wind stiffening my fingers
and chilling my neck. After I unwound myself from the afghan I kept in my desk
(and only used in the summer months), I gathered up my lunch and my phone and
headed out for an impromptu picnic in my car.
What I hadn’t considered was that the office runs the air
conditioning so cold because it was, well, hot outside. Very hot, in fact. So
hot that the cheese was melting in my sandwich and the lettuce looked like
something that had washed ashore months, maybe even years, ago. I was parked in
the shade and had taken down my car’s convertible top, but I still couldn’t
manage to get comfortable. I’d already shed my sandals and cardigan, which left
me wearing my sundress and…
Dare I?
I glanced around the parking lot of Real Estate Evaluation
Services, the ‘go-to firm for all your commercial real estate needs’, according
to the brochures. No one, human or drone, was taking a noontime stroll, and, by
virtue of my being on the far side of the lot, no cars were near mine. Most of
my coworkers didn’t even have cars, so the lot was rarely more than half-full.
What was more, from where I sat, I couldn’t even see the office.
I dared.
I took a deep breath and channeled my inner wild woman, then
leaned the seat back and slipped off my panties. Removing that small bit of
cotton made an incredible difference, and the heat became somewhat bearable.
Enjoyable, even. Was that a breeze?
Ignoring my decrepit sandwich, I fully reclined the seat,
set the alarm on my phone, and closed my eyes. A nap. Now that would make today
bearable.
***
Suddenly, he is there.
Here.
Kissing me, holding
me.
I know I'm dreaming,
because he's perfect. His lips are soft but insistent, his hands gentle. I
glide my fingers across his back, feeling thick cords of muscle, before sinking
my fingers into his hair. It’s superfine, like cobwebs, and when I crack an
eyelid, I learn that it’s silver. Not gray or white, but the elegant hue of
antique candlesticks and fine flatware. Cool.
I squeeze my eyes shut
again, not wanting the dream to end any sooner than it has to. He kisses me
once more, and I can’t help melting against him. His hand travels up my leg, up
past my hip… shit! No panties!
I try twisting away,
but he already knows. I feel his mouth stretch into a smile, and he moves to
nuzzle my neck. "What’s your name?" he murmurs.
"Sara," I
reply. "Yours?"
"Micah." By
now, his hands have traveled to my waist, and he slides one around to stroke
the small of my back. "Why did you summon me, Sara?"
"I didn’t,"
I protest. "I don’t know how." I would say more, but he nibbles a
trail from my neck to my shoulder, and pushes my dress to the side. As for me,
I let him.
Micah raises his head,
and I get a good look at him for the first time. His eyes are large and dark
gray, like thunderheads, his features chiseled into warm caramel skin, and his
unruly mop of silver hair seems to float around his head. He wears an odd,
buff-colored leather shirt, made all the odder in this heat, and matching leather
pants and boots. Boots?
"You did summon
me," he insists. "My Sara, you must tell me why."
"Does it
matter?" I ask. I pull him back to me, kissing him with all the passion
I’ve never felt with anyone during my waking hours. Micah kisses me back, fingers
deftly unbuttoning my dress while his other hand rubs my lower back. I’ve never
felt so free, so alive as I do in Micah’s embrace, and I have no intention of
rushing this. None at all.

Jennifer Allis Provost is a native New Englander who lives in a sprawling colonial along with her beautiful and precocious twins, a dog, a parrot, two cats, and a wonderful husband who never forgets to buy ice cream. As a child, she read anything and everything she could get her hands on, including a set of encyclopedias, but fantasy was always her favorite. She spends her days drinking vast amounts of coffee, arguing with her computer, and avoiding any and all domestic behavior.



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