Sunday, November 16, 2014

Book Tour Review: Deamhan by Isaiyan Morrison

Title: Deamhan

Author: Isaiyan Morrison

Series: Deamhan Chronicles (#1)

Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Rainstorm Press

Release Date: Aug 12 2013

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print

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Purchase Link: Amazon | B&N Paperback

Blurb/Synopsis: Deamhan have survived by remaining hidden in the shadows. Ramanga, Lamia, Metusba, and Lugat have been overshadowed by what humans know as the modern vampire. But what if vampires aren’t the real threat?

One woman’s search for her mother who disappeared without a trace on the streets of Minneapolis takes her into the precarious world of Deamhan, psychic vampires who rule the underground nightlife in the city’s most darkest corners.

She gains the trust of the only other human familiar with the Deamhan lifestyle. With his help she finds not only can the Deamhan not be trusted but it’s her own father, president of a ruthless organization of researchers, who has diabolically maintained that distrust.

FTC Disclosure: I received this book for free from the author, editor, publisher, or Promo Host. This is my honest opinion about this book and I did not receive any monetary compensation for writing this review nor was I obligated to write a positive one.

The wind picked up tremendously, scattering trash along the pavement. She turned the corner and walked down the desolate street; her pace slowed. A glaze of frost covered the front windows of the parked cars; overfilled garbage cans sat on the sidewalk, moving slightly left and right from the wind. She heard police sirens in the distance and the sound of a screeching car. The smell of urine fumigated her nose. Her body shivered and goose bumps appeared on her forearms.
            Veronica reached for her phone but stopped herself. Why leave Dark Sepulcher just like that? She told herself nothing would get in her way, but she didn’t think her own feelings could threaten her search. Both Lambert and Nathan knew more; maybe something that could help her.
She crossed the empty street, turning around to head back to Dark Sepulcher when a cold hand quickly covered her mouth. She felt an arm wrap around her stomach, pulling her from the street to a nearby alley. She struggled against this force, dropping her phone. She kicked her feet and tried to scream. Suddenly the strong force tossed her against the brick wall and she fell to the ground, landing on broken bottles and trash. She felt the sharp stings in her forearm from the embedded fragments of glass shards. Dizziness overcame her and she looked up, struggling to concentrate on who had thrown her like a rag doll.
            Someone giggled. 
Brandy flicked back her long brown hair, revealing a face that Veronica was all too familiar with. She recognized her immediately as one of the two Deamhan twins who attacked her in the bathroom at Dark Sepulcher a few nights ago. A jagged scar extended from the left top of her forehead, over her closed right eye and to the lower right portion of her jaw. From the indentation, she no longer had a right eye.
            “I just love it when I run across a free meal.” Brandy slowly knelt down next to Veronica and tilted her head slightly. 
            Veronica slowly stood up in shock, using the wall for leverage.
            “Do you like it?” She pointed to her scar, giggling again. She raised herself up, and the left corner of her mouth slowly curled in a malicious smile. “Well, you should like it.” She took a couple of steps back.
            Veronica’s eyes scoured the dirtied ground for anything she could use against her as a weapon. Brandy jumped forward and Veronica slid back against the wall, feeling a warm trickle of blood draining from her forehead and down the side of her face. Brandy slightly covered her mouth and giggled again. She reached out with her hand and attempted to touch Veronica’s face. Her eyes began to twitch, and soon she busted out into a calm whistle.
            “Please.” Veronica found herself gasping and stuttering.
Brandy wiped the blood from her face. A small throb of pain pierced Veronica’s forehead. Veronica searched for the wound and when she found it, she discovered that it was deep and bleeding profusely.
“She killed her.” Brandy leaned up against the wall next to her with the same dark and mischievous look her eyes. “That Deamhan bitch killed my sister to save you that night and gave me this nice, little scar.” Again, she pointed to the scar on her face. “And these.” She revealed her palms covered in rippled and jagged scar tissue.
Veronica didn’t know who Brandy referred to.  “Please.” Veronica felt the corner of the wall against her back.
“Please what?” Brandy grabbed Veronica’s wrists, pinning both of them to the wall. “I’m gonna rip you apart.” She slightly opened her thin lips. In a slow, shocking appearance, her teeth extended to three times the normal size. They were now sharp and materialized into the pointy teeth of a Ramanga. She moved her arms above her head and re-grasped Veronica’s wrists with one hand while the other forced Veronica’s head to the side.
 “I’m going to drain you into a pretty corpse.” Brandy’s raspy voice frightened Veronica.  “And if you survive, I’m going to do to you what she did to my sister.”
            “I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Veronica tried unsuccessfully to pull her arms free. Brandy slammed her against the wall again, and Veronica lost her breath for a second. She grabbed Veronica’s hair and yanked, throwing whatever strands she managed to tear from Veronica’s scalp. Her strength was superior. She moved Veronica as if she weighed absolutely nothing.
            “Or I could sire you,” Brandy whispered. Veronica flinched, feeling her sharp teeth sinking into her neck. The pressure of her blood being sucked was excruciating. Veronica struggled and scratched, drawing blood from her attacker’s face. Her fighting did little, and Brandy refused to let her go. She felt her arms being the first part of her body to succumb. Her strength soon followed, and her legs buckled from under her. She became weaker, paralyzed, and on the verge of passing out.
            In an instant, Brandy stopped and loosened her grip. She stared down the alleyway. She cringed, looking back at Veronica then back down the dark alleyway.
            “I knew that bitch would come.” Brandy released Veronica. Veronica fell, landing on the right side of her body. She had little energy to look up at what made Brandy release her. Her blurred vision made it hard for her to see the shadowy figure at the end of the alleyway. Brandy snarled at the dark figure that didn’t respond. It took a step forward and again there was silence.
            “Why did you kill her?” Brandy shouted at the figure as it took another step forward. “You were her sire!”
            The figure didn’t respond. Instead it disappeared in a blurred image only to suddenly reappear feet from them. Veronica heard Brandy gawk as she and the figure began to scuffle, throwing each other into the brick walls. Veronica attempted to raise her body and catch a better glimpse of this Deamhan squabble, but she fell back to the floor. The fight moved too quickly for the human eye to see. They streaked back and forth, crashing into walls and garbage cans. The fight paused long enough for Veronica to witness the dark figure; a female, with her hands on the side of the Brandy’s neck. The figure twisted.
             Brandy’s body went limp and the female moved the head aside and gracefully sunk her teeth into the base of Brandy’s neck. A considerable amount of blood spurted from the wound followed by the gentle suckling as the figure drank. Veronica focused her eyes. She’d seen this figure before.
The victorious Deamhan leaned her head back, vivaciously licking the remaining blood from her lips. Veronica panted, and her heart pumped frantically.
            The woman turned her attention toward her. The white portions of her eyes were exorbitantly blood shot red, and her Ramanga teeth began to retreat to the size of normal teeth. Splotches of blood covered her face and dripped from the ends of her dark hair. The dark figure was the woman at Nathan’s sanctuary.

            Veronica struggled to keep her eyes open, but it seemed impossible. Slowly her eyelids grew heavy and she drifted into darkness.

My Rant: Vampires and the supernatural world always seem to fascinate me. Every writer brings their own twist to the story. Fight scenes were engaging the fight between good and bad vampires kept me interested and panting for more especially when the vampires act like true vampires, LOL.  The author’s story was captivating, her writing style was smooth and her story and characters moves at a extraordinary pace. Fear, courage and determination are emotions that consume you in this story. I like that veronica seemed fragile and poor brandy actually got what she and her sister deserved.  I enjoyed this story and because I love the characters I went a downloaded the next book in the series. I have never read work by this author but I am looking forward to diving more into this series and plot.  

My Recommendation:

I rated this nook 4 out of 5 purple rant hearts and I would recommend this story to readers that love wicked vampires.

Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minnesota. She moved to San Diego, California while in the Navy. After serving four years of active duty, she moved to Los Angeles. After a few years, she moved back to Minnesota where she started to pursue her dream to be an author. Her novel Deamhan, is the first book in the Deamhan Chronicles. She now resides in Texas with her two cats, a pit bull dog, and two guinea pigs.

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Other Works by Isaiyan Morrison
Deamhan Chronicles
Deamhan (#1)
Deamhan Tales

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