Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Master of Umbra by Poppet - your chance to win a free digital copy

I have a treat for you on the blog today. Below is an excerpt from the Master of Umbra, book 2 in The Valhalla series from the uber-talented author, Poppet.

For a chance to win a .mobi copy, please leave a comment below and I will select (lucky dip) and inform the winner by Friday 14th June. Good luck!

Title: Master of Umbra by Poppet
Genre: Paranormal Romance

 Book description:

Deliah is in grave danger, running for her life from a man who needs her dead, when serendipity plants her in the path of the Master of Umbra.

Inducted into the mysterious Eagle clan of the Scottish highlands, Deliah is torn between her fate and destiny when kin clash for her affections. Falling for the scandalous villain who heads the Berserkers of the Hebrides, her fragile hope is snuffed out early by revelation and impending war.

The only mantra she can cling to is the one uttered in heartfelt promise; that love comes back.

Because that's what love does.


“What do you want?” he snaps, in that impatient drawl.
“Er... I can't get confrontational in the dark,” I mumble, losing courage.
“I bet you're plenty confrontational in the dark.” Gripping my arm in the 'master is not pleased' grind, he marches me deeper into the darkness, muttering, “Dressed like that only reinforces the image.”
“What's wrong with the way I'm dressed?” I argue, wishing he'd slow down already.
He laughs, and it's cold, “Sweetie, it looks like you're either going to put me over your knee, or beg me to put you over mine.”
“Oh go get knotted–”
“Did you leave any beer in the vat when you finished sucking it dry? Ulfhednar head is white and frothy, just the way you like it.”
“I did not–”
“You're more baked than clay and you're going to be just as dehydrated come sunup. What the hell were you thinking?” he chastises, hauling me into a grotto ready to raise the dead. Candles and steam haunt the room like old lovers getting nostalgic.
“What the hell was I thinking?” Now you've done it mister twat. “I was thinking you require trepanning so you can deflate your fucking ego.”
He turns to scowl down at me, his chest embroidered with white scars which map bridges over his extreme musculature. I'm trying very hard not to gawk, but bleedin' heck, he looks like an action man who grew up on a uranium farm, except of course for the tortured gaze he pegs me with when he folds his arms and bursts veins out in wild rivulets. They ridge in the flickering candlelight, shadowing his bulk with a net of strength.
What was he doing here exactly, in just his baggies?
Fuck! Was he expecting his date to show up and I walked in where I'm not welcome?

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Shalini Boland said...

More Poppet wonderfulness! I'd love to win a copy, it looks brilliant :)

prerna pickett said...

oooh, this sounds wonderful! Will check it out.

Monique Lomino said...

You are my Favorite author and everything you write is Magnificent!! I already have a copy and it is BRILLIANT!!

Poppet said...

Thank you to everyone! Hugs! Thank you Mandy for having me on your blog. You are the best! xx

Amanda Leigh Cowley said...

Thank you Shalini, Prerna and Monique for commenting, and Poppet, you're very welcome, it was my pleasure :) xxx

Tess said...

This sounds great, will definitely be checking it out (o:

Amanda Leigh Cowley said...

Thank you everyone for commenting. I have picked a winner using a very sophisticated system (writing names on post-its and picking one out of a bowl). And now I'd like to announce the winner *does a drum roll on desk.* The winner is .... Tess! Congratulations. Please send your email address to mandy(dot)cowley@talktalk.net and I will forward a .mobi copy of the book. As someone who has read Poppet's books, I know you will love it!

Tess said...

Yay, thank you very much x