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Welcome to The Wormhole and my stop on the tour.
It is my pleasure to feature Sherrel Lee and Valens Remembered.
About
the Author:
Wrangler of a fearsome Yorkiepoo
named Rogue (Half Yorkie half Poodle weighing in at a hefty five pounds).
Obsession controlled writer with a passion for making up names and twisting
myths.
Sherrel, as the daughter of an Emmy winning
cameraman, learned early in life the dark secrets of creating all those
incredible fantasy characters for the large and small screen.
Refusing to be crushed at the discovery the
monsters, aliens, and Robby the Robot weren't real, Sherrel's imagination
soared. She became a SELF-proclaimed voyeur of special-effects and expert at
fictional character creation.
Website: http://sherrellee.com/
Amazon: http://ow.ly/liYNS
Twitter: @gryphoenix
StoryFinds: http://storyfinds.com/author/8166/sherrel-lee
Valens
Remembered, The Story Begins
Valens
of Legacy, Book 1
Sherrel
Lee
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy Romance
ISBN: 9780985249687
ASIN: B00CSTZSE4
Number of pages: 92
Word Count: 26,324
Book Description:
Do
you love reading about ShapeShifters? Psychics? Genetically Engineered
Monsters?
Get
your free copy of Book One of the Valens of Legacy series now.
As Larinda Nix Thomas buries her
adoptive parents, who died in a deadly echo of the accident that took her birth
parents, hidden documents reveal that she is being threatened by a sinister
force and that she shouldn't trust even her closest allies. Fate demands she
accept her place among the Valens as a shapeshifter, a unicorn, which brings
more changes to her life than she could have imagined and puts her on a
collision course with her ultimate destiny. In this first book of the Valens of
Legacy series myth is rewritten, fantasy and science fiction blend to create a
chilling story of death, loss, and discovery.
Struggling to make a life for
herself on the streets of Seattle, Washington--Jemma a, runaway is battling to
stay safe and unmolested, find legitimate work, and secure an education.
Concerned social workers search for her and other runaways to return them to
the lives they escaped from. True friends are few and life has made it hard to
trust anyone. The memory of loving family no longer exists.
Meet the women who can't remember
their past. Discover their stories. Begin the journey into the world of the
Valens of Legacy.
Excerpt
1:
Larinda
Larinda Nix
Thomas watched, eyes filled with tears, as her parents’ coffins were lowered
into the ground. The rain took no pity
on the mourners who had gathered. It
blew in past the edges of the tent, dousing everyone who had come to say their
last goodbyes.
Grant Mayfair
and Griffin Hawke, senior executives with Legacy Protection Services and
personal friends of Larinda’s family, stood sentinel beside her. Larinda struggled to hide how much she blamed
them for her loss. Legacy, and all the
resources at their disposal, hadn’t protected her adoptive parents. Grant and Griffin hadn’t been there to
safeguard Boyd and Fiona, and now she was forced to stand beside their
graves.
Larinda hugged
herself, stroking her shoulder where the mark that resembled a unicorn was
hidden under her jacket. Today the
comforting habit didn’t work.
Grant reached
out and drew her hand into his. “I know
you’re hurting,” he murmured. “It’s so
difficult to lose those you love to a senseless accident.” He gave her hand a squeeze and raised it
toward the numerous friends, employees, and customers who had come to share her
grief—and whose safety and livelihoods depended on the company her parents had
built. “You can trust that I’ll be here
for you,” Grant said. “Help take some of
the burden off your shoulders.”
Reclaiming her
hand, she gave Grant a weak smile. It
didn’t last long.
Senseless
accident? Or something far worse? The thought swirled through Larinda’s mind.
Ambassador Magellan
came forward to shake her hand.
“Larinda, please forgive me. I
have duties to address, but I had to let you know Legacy’s services are not in
jeopardy because of your loss. I’m sure
Mr. Hawke is very capable of stepping in until you are better prepared for such
vast responsibilities.”
Larinda stared
blankly at the politician as he walked away.
Step aside? I know I’m not
completely prepared for this, but—just let Hawke take over? Looking at the faces of the men and women who
gathered to comfort her, she suddenly wondered how many of them expected the
same thing.
Her parents had
carefully groomed her in preparation for the day she would take control of
Legacy. She had been immersed in Valens
culture and schooled in the obligations she would inherit from the day she had
become a member of the family. Even at
that young age, she’d understood that their pride and high standards were the
reason for the success of the two-hundred-year-old company. Boyd’s parents had established the global
enterprise and built it into a world-renowned security firm celebrated for
protecting presidents and kings.
They had
depended on her to carry on when they were gone. She was a Thomas, even if not by birth, and
as long as her family survived, they would remain in control of Legacy. It was the least she owed the people who had
given her so much.
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Tour giveaway:
5 ebook copies of Valens Rise, Book 2, The Valens of Legacy Series - Electronic format of choice (US, Canada and international)
5 prize packs open to US Shipping Only- Each prize pack contains -1 Paperback of Valens Remembered, The Story Begins , Book 1 of the Valens of Legacy Series; 1 Paperback of Valens Rise, Book 2, the Valens of Legacy Series; Valens Remembered lined note book; Bookmark; Coupon for Valens Rise from Smashwords; Key-chain with image of a Phoenix
My thoughts:
Unique and creative, this book is short - but the story is so much more. I enjoyed the characters and the storyline. I was thrilled by the originality of the ideas. Well worth the read. I look forward to reading the rest of the series.
Book Trailer – Valens Rebel, Book 5. Just released, June 1.
Excerpt – Valens Rebel, Book 5
Prologue
Miranda crept through
the dark palazzo toward the bedroom where Giovanni Belledini slept as though he
were already dead. He wasn’t her primary
target, but he would have to suffice tonight.
His death would start the endgame and with any luck, the bitch scientist
he was supervising would get the blame.
When they saw Belledini dissected like a specimen, she’d be the obvious
suspect. But before Belledini died,
Miranda had a few questions for him.
Where was the Blood Map? How had
it been created? How many people were
aware of how powerful it still was? If
she could locate the Blood Map and bring it to her grandfather, his
creations—the Humani—would become the most powerful weapons in an arsenal of
monstrous killers.
Miranda reached
Belledini’s bedroom and slipped inside, silent as a shadow. Her unsuspecting target was snoring loud
enough to have shaken walls in most other residences, but the walls of the
palazzo were a foot thick and had withstood war, natural disasters, and
bloodbaths without revealing the screams and secrets they had witnessed through
the centuries.
Miranda sat on the
edge of the oversized bed, running her hand across the expensive duvet and
sliding it under the downy pillows. She
had always loved Italy, with its secret societies that had existed since memory
began. The country had been part of her
life for over a hundred years. The feuds
between the powerful families and the inventive methods they used to torture
and kill their enemies were endlessly fascinating. She had learned so much from these masters,
but Belledini wasn’t a master of anything.
He was a low-level, dull-witted dupe who would change loyalties at the
drop of two lire. It insulted her that
he had been entrusted with the secret to the Blood Map she sought. He wasn’t worth wasting funds to try to bribe
him. However, it pleased her greatly to
plan all the ways he would suffer while she encouraged him to tell her
everything he knew.
The mattress shifted
and Giovanni woke with a start, shocked to see Miranda so close. “Who are you?
How did you get in?” He shouted.
Miranda bared her
teeth in a threatening smile. “Mr.
Belledini, I’m surprised you are so shocked to find a woman on your bed. Your reputation had me expecting a much more
enthusiastic welcome.”
Belledini sat up,
shifting away from her, his eyes narrowed to angry slits. “Again, who are you? What do you want?” he demanded, his hand
slipping under the pillow beside him.
Miranda laughed at
the sight of his shocked face when he came up empty-handed. “Do you think I would be foolish enough to
leave your pathetic little toy where you can reach it so easily? I am so disappointed. I had hoped the stories of your half-wit
antics had been exaggerated.” Miranda
gave a heavy sigh. “I see we are not
going to be friends, so I guess it’s time to go to work. Tell me, Giovanni, where is the Blood Map?”
Belledini glowered at
her. Then, without warning, he threw the
covers off his naked body and tossed them at Miranda. While she fought her way out from under them,
he leaped off the bed and ran toward the bathroom.
Miranda fired through
the duvet, the bullet striking the floor in front of Belledini’s foot. He came to an abrupt stop. She tossed the torn duvet to the floor. “Not a weapon of my choosing,” she said,
nodding at the gun in her hand. “I much
prefer a knife for close work, but the gun is effective when people think they
can run away. Now, turn around and come
here. I think we have things to
discuss.” She shook her head as she
watched him stumble toward her on hairy feet, his stomach juddering with each
step. Miranda directed Belledini to pull
one of the straight-backed chairs from beside the fireplace into the middle of
the room. “Now. Sit down.
I am going to give you one more opportunity to tell me where the Blood
Map is before I bind you to the chair. I
love helping people tell me what I want to know, but I try to be a fair and
compassionate person.”
Belledini dropped
heavily into the chair, staring through her.
“I do not know what this Blood Map is.
You have been misinformed. I can
tell you nothing.”
Miranda pulled a roll
of duct tape from the small pack she carried at her waist and tossed it to
him. “Bind your legs to the chair,” she
said. “Tightly.” He hesitated, but she gestured impatiently
with the gun, and he began to bind his thick legs to those of the antique
chair. It was a pity—such a beautiful
piece of furniture, and it would be blood-soaked when she had finished her
task. Perhaps his heirs would find a way
to restore it. Otherwise they would have
to replace the pair.
When he finished, she
instructed him to roll the tape back to her.
She moved behind him and began to wrap his chest and arms with the
remainder of the tape. She couldn’t wait
for the sweet music of his screams.
