The Wisdom of Blood by A.G Howard Release Day Blitz

I am so excited that THE WISDOM OF BLOOD by A.G. Howard is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for some AWESOME prizes courtesy of A.G. & Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.

About The Book:

Title: THE WISDOM OF BLOOD (Nocturnus


Author: A.G. Howard

Pub. Date: February 14, 2021

Publisher: Golden Orb Press

Pages: 431

Formats: Paperback (available in March), eBook (out now!)

Find it: Goodreads, Amazon, B&N

The gaslit gothic atmosphere of a Victorian penny dreadful meets the dangerous romance of Hades and Persephone in A.G. Howard’s newest lush adult vampire fantasy fraught with passion, horror, and mystery.

In 1832 England, to fall from the peerage is the kiss of death. Yet penniless Mordecai Dureance still has a life worth living: an honest vocation and a humble cottage where he, his new bride, Lynora, and his little brother, Isaac, can be a family. But Mordecai knows he’s meant for more than gardening, if only society wouldn’t shun the unholy byproducts of his horticultural experiments. When an ancient sect of vampires lures him into their hidden city, Nocturnus—an ornate labyrinth of tunnels deep beneath Tatabury’s substratum—they promise wealth and acceptance beyond his imaginings. Discarding his human trappings, Mordecai embraces the darkness and its foundation of sins and blood. Yet he can’t forget his light: the woman who loved him, poverty notwithstanding. To contact Lynora on topside is forbidden, but to live an eternity without her is unthinkable. So, Mordecai will break any laws—natural and unnatural alike—to bring her down into his monstrous world.

Lynora Dureance’s life has crumbled under her blue-stockinged feet. Her wealthy family turned away when she married beneath their class. And now, mere weeks after abandoning Lynora and his young brother, her groom returns to claim her. When Lynora awakens, a victim of Mordecai’s bite, she finds herself cloistered in a castle outside of Tatabury. Her rescuers, a clandestine group of women who raise bats, share her gruesome fate—not yet full vampire but starving for blood. By isolating themselves and holding galas to entrance men, the Sisterhood survives without resorting to murder. In contrast, the vampires’ lethal feedings mark them as monsters. Each sister learns to defend herself, honing combative skills that will help Lynora reclaim her humanness and retrieve Isaac from the local orphan house. The one caveat: she must kill the seductive creature who tainted her blood—if she can see past his face and forget the brilliant gardener she once loved.

Lynora’s and Mordecai’s conflicting paths converge on one explosive night as they discover a strange blood-related illness infecting the children at the orphanage. Only by violating the laws that separate them, and bridging the broken trust between their worlds, can Lynora and Mordecai uncover the real monster and stop the evil force behind the plague—before it claims Isaac as its final victim.


Ah. Vampire bats.” Sitting across from her, the priest studied the crackling fire and took a sip of tea. Lynora watched his clear, olive complexion, glazed to shadows and light by the flickering flames. “I have been studying them for some time. At first by choice. Now . . . by necessity.” His square jaw twitched, carving shrewd lines into his masculine profile. “Today I had resolved my studies futile. Had just raised a prayer for guidance and strolled outside to watch the children play, when I saw this . . . statue of gold . . . hiding in the hedges.”  He shifted to look at her. “You may be made-up to resemble an idol carved of precious metal. But I believe God sent you to me.”

“God sent me?”  Taken aback, Lynora swallowed a bitter laugh.

“Angels take many forms in biblical accounts,” he added.

“I assure you, I’m nothing of the kind. I lack the wings . . . and the halo of light.”

His mouth drew to a wide, straight-toothed smile even more inviting than one of his youthful half-grins. Before he could reply, the thunk of children’s footfalls drummed up the steps to the second floor, indicating the children had finished their meal.

The ample Miss Plum muddled into the game room with a porcelain teapot in hand along with an extra silver cup. She took one look at Lynora and nearly dropped the piping hot brew. Her double-chin bubbled beneath her neck as she gritted her teeth. She wobbled to the hearth to pour fresh tea into the silver kettle. The extra cup settled with a clink on the tray, unfilled. Wiping the side of the silver pot with a cloth napkin, the woman mumbled, “Shameless. In a house full of children, seducin’ a priest.” Her tongue clucked in resounding agreement. “Foreigners. Rag-mannered mollies, all of ye.” Then out the door she shuffled.

Lynora’s host arched his brows at her.

Try as she might to hold her tongue, Lynora couldn’t stop from defending the ladies of the castle. “Believe what you will, Father. Rumors abound. But we are not wanton or solicitous. We’re merely entertainers. A means to an income so we might keep the castle that provides us sanctuary from a nightmare existence few others could ever conceive.” She pinched her wrist, missing the protection of her bracelets, of the tall, stony walls and the iron gates. The realization of how truly foreign she was now, in this world to which she once belonged, crackled through her chest like ice forming on water.

Placing his saucer at his feet, the priest leaned forward. His compassionate expression melted some of the frost gathered around her heart. “Earlier, you asked who I am. I’m Father Lucien Tanden. My home parish is in London. I’m not here to judge you, nor to be your confessor. I’ve come to help these children, nothing more.”

“Oh.” Lynora stroked Rime in an effort to regain some composure. “I am Starling, of Gwyndolaire.”

He surprised her by cupping a palm over the hand that protected Rime. “Be you an angel, an idol, or even a songbird, you are an answered prayer. For you hold within your grasp what I suspect might be the key to an illness isolated to the children within this home. And you have knowledge beyond any I have met, as you have tamed the desmodus.”

She tamped the urge to flinch at the word. “This is no vampire bat. He’s a pipistrelle. He feeds on bugs . . . moths, lacewings. Not blood.”

A tiny crinkle etched between the priest’s brows. “Of course.” His hold on her hand grew warmer. “The pipistrelle. I remember reading of them. No. They aren’t of the desmodus genus, are they? But perhaps similar enough to give us some insight into their habitudes?”

“You say you have been studying them?” 

“I’ve collected many books over the years.” He gestured to an avalanche of biology and zoological tomes piled in a far corner. “Only recently have my studies brought me to this home, where I find words in print are nothing to life experience. I borrowed two of the viscount’s groundmen today. Sent them to the cemetery. They returned with stories of a haunted mausoleum. Of ghostly bats . . . one such as yours, white with shimmering pale wings and a chain upon its leg. I thought they had gone mad. Then you turn up with the little culprit in tow. God sent you to me. I’m sure of it. The only question is, are you willing to share your command of these creatures to help me solve this ghastly riddle?”  As he released Lynora’s hand, his gaze caught on the bulge at her knuckle where her wedding ring resided.

“Why you?” she asked, tucking her left hand beneath Rime’s furry body while keeping her right palm securely atop his folded wings. “Where is the physician? An ordinary priest is ill-prepared to solve the mysteries of the flesh. Your expertise lies within the realm of the spirit.”

“Ah. But you see, this illness is both spirit and flesh, yet neither—all at once. And I,” his attention flitted to the bat and back again, “am not your ordinary priest.”

His words held a cautionary note, reminding Lynora of the danger she was putting herself—the entire Sisterhood—in by being here. From the window behind him, she could see the rains had slowed. She began to gather up Rime, halting abruptly when a child’s piercing cry from upstairs shattered her eardrums. Like a chain reaction, several other screams broke loose along with a rush of slamming doors.

Rime’s head shot out from beneath her hand and her host’s complexion drained deathly white. The next few minutes swam in chaos. Father Lucien scrambled for his cane and took the stairs two at a time, making up for his lack of grace with gritty determination. Cradling her shivering bat, Lynora followed.

Miss Plum nearly bowled them over when they reached the upper floor. Her lips writhed like a gasping fish. “It’s happen’ again, Father.” She indicated a cross from her forehead, shoulder to shoulder, then her chest, before kissing her crucifix. “I-I was puttin’ the younger snips down for their naps. Then, one began to levitate. Had t’hold her to the mattress. Next came the markin’s on her skin . . . Oh, sainted spirits!” 

Father Lucien clasped her hands to calm her. “The other children?” 

“Shut up in the rooms, afeared to come out. Tis little Amelia . . . the furthest door down the hall. She’s restin’ now. Poor lil tot. Just gettin’ over a cold, and now this. Oh, Father, I don’ want to send another child off to London. . .”

“First we send for the physician. We’ll notify the bishop only if we must.” Father Lucien limped toward the one door ajar in the dark hallway. Faint yellowish light streamed from the room. Without looking up, the housekeeper bustled around Lynora and descended the stairs, her shoes pounding a staccato rhythm.

Lynora hesitated, wondering which room was Isaac’s—terrified he might see her. Taking the maid’s word, that the children wouldn’t come out, she hurried to catch the priest. Father Lucien paused at the partially opened room and glanced over his shoulders as she caught up to him in the gloomy corridor.

“I hope you’re as inured to strangeness as you appear to be,” he murmured. “Few people can witness such an event as this, without trading their dreams for night-terrors.” He tugged a crucifix from beneath his collar and stepped within.

About A.G. Howard:

International and NYT best-selling author Anita Grace Howard lives in the Texas panhandle. She is most at home weaving the melancholy and macabre into settings and scenes, twisting the expected into the unexpected. She’s inspired by all things flawed, utilizing the complex loveliness of human conditions and raw emotions to give her characters life, then turning their world upside down so the reader’s blood will race.

Married and mother of two grown children (as well as surrogate mom to two Guinea pigs and two sweet cats), Anita divides her days between spending time with her family and plodding along or plotting on her next book.

When she’s not writing, Anita enjoys rollerblading, biking, snow skiing, gardening, and family vacations that at any given time might include an impromptu side trip to an 18th century graveyard or a condemned schoolhouse for photo ops.

Website | Twitter | Instagram | Facebook | Tumblr | Pinterest | Goodreads | Amazon | BookBub

Giveaway Details:

All tour prizes US Only:

1-Signed special edition PB with blood sprayed edges

1-8X11 Gothic art print

1-Vampire cookbook

1-Albino bat plushie

1-Fang bookmark

1-Vampire-lips mug

6 separate winners!
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Charmed By The Fox’s Heart Book Blitz

I am so excited that CHARMED BY THE FOX’S HEART by Aria Winter & Jade Waltz is available now and that I get to share the news!

If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out all the details below.

This blitz also includes a giveaway for a $10 Amazon GC courtesy of Rockstar Book Tours, Aria, & Jade. So if you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.

About The Book:

Title: CHARMED BY THE FOX’S HEART (Cosmic Guardians #1)

Author: Aria Winter & Jade Waltz

Pub. Date: January 8, 2021

Publisher: Purple Fall Publishing

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 238

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon

Read for FREE with a Kindle Unlimited Membership!

When I woke up this morning and went to my regular coffee house, I had no idea my life was about to change forever.

Cael’s devastatingly handsome smile and his intense green eyes are swoon worthy enough by themselves, but add in an air of mystery and this guy is the whole package. The excitement I never knew I was missing in my life.

As we grow closer, we find out the fate of two worlds is in our hands. And now we must work together to find allies to prevent a cycle of destruction that could end all life as we know it.

Each time we touch, we feel a connection. I’m drawn to him in ways that I don’t understand. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a recurring nightmare, and now I find out that Cael has the same dream.

But what does it mean? I know I can trust him with my life, but can I also trust him with my heart?

Pre-order the rest of the Cosmic Guardians series now!

About Aria:

Aria Winter loves to write romance. Especially science fiction and fantasy since that’s pretty much all she reads. She lives with her husband, 2 cats and 1 dog near Ft. Worth, TX.

In addition to reading and writing, she loves biking, travel, and sitting on the deck drinking coffee or tea when it rains.

Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | BookBub | Amazon | Goodreads

About Jade:

Jade Waltz lives in Illinois with her husband, two sons, and her three crazy cats. She loves knitting, playing video games, and watching Esports. Jade’s passions include the arts, green tea and mints — all while writing and teaching marching band drill in the fall.

Jade has always been an avid reader of the fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi genres and wanted to create worlds she always wanted to read.

She writes character driven romances within detailed universes, where happily-ever-afters happen for those who dare love the abnormal and the unknown. Their love may not be easy—but it is well worth it in the end.

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest | BookBub | Amazon | Goodreads

Giveaway Details:

1 lucky winner will win a $10 Amazon Gift Card, International.
a Rafflecopter giveaway

Little Hood and Her Wolf by Janie Marie Book Blitz

Little Hood and Her Wolf
Janie Marie
(The Big Bad Wolf Trilogy, #2)
Publication date: December 8th 2020
Genres: Coming of Age, Fairy Tales, Young Adult

Kylie knew Logan Grimm came with a price. She just had no idea that the price was being told what to do by the most dangerous residents of Blackwoods.

She should run and survive, but Logan’s sweet words and even sweeter kisses keep her where she is.

Right where the Big Bad Wolf lies in wait.

Goodreads / Amazon


Kylie blinked a few times and stared ahead. Janie was sitting across from her and Logan, and Ryder was pouring Dr Pepper into her glass. He opened a few prescription bottles, and Janie held her hand out without saying anything, waiting for him to pour a pill from each bottle. When she swallowed the last pill, she gagged a little before receiving a kiss to her forehead.

God, she really is crazy.

Logan squeezed Kylie’s leg under the table because she was staring with her mouth open.

“Have you never seen someone take medication before?” Ryder asked, his harsh tone biting at her skin.

“Babe,” said Janie the same time Logan called out, “Ryder.”

Kylie swallowed and looked at Janie, who only smiled at her. It wasn’t the smile she’d given her yesterday though. It was forced.

“She needs to stop staring at you like you’re a fucking science experiment,” Ryder said, his voice louder as Janie cooed to him.

“She’s just curious,” Janie said, but even then, she didn’t sound the same. She sounded like a small child. Ryder didn’t seem to like that.

“Curious my ass.” He glared at Kylie.

“Enough.” Logan kept his eyes trained on Ryder.

“I’m sorry,” Kylie whispered, her heart racing under Ryder’s stare. He might not be the killer, but he was willing to be.

Janie put her hand over Ryder’s as she replied, “I take medicine to help with my PTSD and other stuff. Ryder helps me remember to take them because I don’t like to. Swallowing pills bothers me now.” Janie finally smiled, but it was all for Ryder.

“It’s none of her business.” Ryder’s voice was so loud it hurt to listen to him speak.

Gawain spoke up, putting authority into his order. “Boys, you both need to relax, or we’re sending Kylie home and taking Janie away till this mess blows over.”

“It’s fine,” said Janie when Ryder let out an angry noise at the threat being issued. Janie kissed Ryder’s cheek and whispered in his ear until he turned to peck her lips. He started eating. “He just doesn’t like people staring,” Janie said when Kylie still couldn’t look away, “or judging me.”

“I wasn’t judging,” Kylie said quickly, her voice a hushed whisper while she covered Logan’s shaking hand.

“Yeah.” Janie smiled, but it was clear she didn’t believe her. “Everything’s fine, right, babe?”

Ryder grunted and stuffed more food in his mouth.

Janie returned her focus to Kylie, her eyes flashing with fire. “Sleep well?”

Kylie tensed. “I slept fine, thanks.”

Those vibrant hazel eyes stayed on her for a moment longer before shifting to Logan. He was still glaring at Ryder, which might’ve been why Janie’s tone darkened. “Logan, put yourself in his shoes. You wouldn’t like someone staring at Kylie over any of her personal issues either. You know why it bothers him, and you know why he’s really mad.”

Logan fumed as he glared between the couple but said nothing.

Janie’s eyes narrowed. “And don’t forget you’ve reacted worse when something was said to her. This is the same.”

“It’s not the same,” Logan said between clenched teeth. “She didn’t say shit about you!”

Ryder slammed his hand down on the table and stood, glaring at Logan. “No, you just opened your fucking mouth and spilled every one of her secrets.”

Logan stood up, his eyes dangerous. Kylie grabbed his hand as Janie wrapped her arms around Ryder to keep him from lunging over the table.

“I had no choice,” Logan yelled back.

“Bullshit.” Ryder carefully peeled Janie off him and nudged her over to Gawain before stepping around the table. “We made one rule, Grimm. And that was to keep our mouths shut. I warned you not to say anything. Everyone warned you.”

“Stop.” Janie tried to break free from Gawain, but she was held tightly against her brother as Logan and Ryder stood toe to toe. “Babe, please let me handle this.”

Ryder ignored her and smirked at Logan. “You’ve been good on your word this whole time—but Blondie sucks your dick, and suddenly you’re confessing like a church girl who touched herself for the first time.”

Logan swung before the gasp finished leaving her lips. He hit Ryder right in the jaw, and it was total chaos from there.

-Little Hood and Her Wolf, The Big Bad Wolf Trilogy #2

Author Bio:

Janie Marie is a native Texan and resides in her hometown north of Austin, Texas, where she devotes her time to family, pets, and her writing.
Much of her life experiences–good and a lot of bad–are where she has chosen to draw inspiration from to create her characters and stories. It’s important to her to create the kind of characters she needs or needed at one point in time because she wanted to create something only the saddest souls would recognize as brave and strong.
Be ready for raw, emotional tales, as Janie never holds back. With her darkest thoughts she found light is still possible, that the sad girl can sometimes glow the brightest. Because she is beauty surrounded by darkness.

Website / Goodreads / Facebook Page / Facebook Group / Twitter / Instagram / Newsletter / Bookbub

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Ruinsong by Julia Ember Book Blitz

Julia Ember
Published by: Farrar Straus and Giroux
Publication date: November 24th 2020
Genres: Fantasy, LGBTQ+, Romance, Young Adult

In Julia Ember’s dark and lush LGBTQ+ romantic fantasy Ruinsong, two young women from rival factions must work together to reunite their country, as they wrestle with their feelings for each other.

Her voice was her prison…
Now it’s her weapon.

In a world where magic is sung, a powerful mage named Cadence must choose between the two. For years, she has been forced to torture her country’s disgraced nobility at her ruthless queen’s bidding.

But when she is reunited with her childhood friend, a noblewoman with ties to the underground rebellion, she must finally make a choice: Take a stand to free their country from oppression, or follow in the queen’s footsteps and become a monster herself.

Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo / Google Play



I allow Lacerde to dress me without turning to examine myself in the mirror. I don’t want to see how I look, how they’ve fashioned me. In my mind, I already see stains of blood on the muslin fabric of my skirt, dotting the white leather of my gloves. Lacerde adjusts my skirt and smooths my hair. Then, with a grunt, she bends down and buffs my new shoes to a gleam.

She opens the door for me so I don’t get my gloves dirty and leads me down the dark corridor. My dressing room is the only one in use. All the others are boarded up, so that no one will use them to hide.

I imagine what the Opera Hall must have been like years ago, when so many singers performed here together for more willing audiences. The corridors would have been filled with the sounds of laughter, rustling taffeta costumes, and a chorus of warm-up scales. Above, the audience would be straining to get inside the house, clinking glasses together at the theatre bar, speculating on the wonders to come.

If I strain my ear, I can still hear the echo of their merriment in the walls, obscured by the more recent cacophony of despair and pain. The smell of thousands of spellsongs, layered atop one another for centuries, lingers in the musty air. It’s been eight years since this place functioned as a real theatre, but the Opera Hall remembers.

We climb the stairs up onto the stage. Elene and Lord Durand, her newly elevated pet footman, stand together on the edge, shouting instructions down to the conductor in the orchestra pit.

Elene glances up and nods to Lacerde, who positions me at center stage without releasing me. It’s as if they think I will run, even though there is no where to go.

No one has dimmed the gas lamps that line the theatre’s aisles yet, so I have a full view. The theatre is much grander than our replica at the academy. The ceiling bears a centuries-old mural of Adela gifting the first mage with magic. The singer kneels beside the sacred pool, and the goddess rises from the water, her mouth open with song and her arms spread wide. Musical notes surround them, each flecked with real gold leaf.

Portraits of the three other goddesses border the mural. Odetta, the goddess of spring and renewal, wearing a silver mask that covers her eyes and cheeks, and holding a sparrow’s skeleton in her cupped hands. Karina, goddess of justice and winter, thin and draped in a linen sheath, with her arms wide. Marena, the autumn goddess of war, chin lifted proudly, staring down with her hypnotic purple eyes, bejeweled with human teeth.

Beneath, row upon row of tightly packed red velvet seats stretch back to the imposing black doors at the rear of the theatre. They’re made from mageglass, a material designed by the elementals: sand spun, dyed and hardened so that not even diamond bullets could shatter it. Hundreds of people will fill the house tonight. Dame Ava, the queen’s former principal, told me that sometimes there are so many that folk have to stand along the walls.

My knees start to shake at the sight. My mouth goes dry.

All these seats. All these people. My unshed tears blur the rows of red seats together, like a smear of blood.

Author Bio:

Julia Ember is the author of The Seafarer’s Kiss duology, a Norse myth inspired retelling of The Little Mermaid, published by Interlude Press (Duet Books), and Ruinsong, a standalone high fantasy reimagining of The Phantom of the Opera, forthcoming from Macmillan Kids (FSG) in November 2020. She lives with her wife and two fluffy cats in the Pacific Northwest.

Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram

a Rafflecopter giveaway