~ BLOG TOUR with GIVEAWAY ~ Resurgence ~ by Sharonlee Holder
Title: Resurgence
Author: Sharonlee
Holder
Genre: Paranormal
Romance
Cover Designer: Strong Image
Editing
Publisher: Changing Tides
Publishing
Blurb:
It’s been a thousand years since the Fates forced the
gods into exile. Now they are preparing for war. A prophesied weapon is sought
by both sides. Eros and the resistance want to use it to win their
freedom, while the Fates seek to find it first and destroy it. Antara
is the Tracker Eros needs, and finds herself drawn into a world she never knew
existed—with feelings she may not be ready for.
South African, born and bred,
Sharonlee Holder lives in one of the outer suburbs of Johannesburg in Gauteng,
South Africa.Life is a happy and creative jumble of a husband, three grown
daughters, one super cute grand-daughter, three dogs, a cat, and a mouthy
African Grey parrot.Endless hours at the keyboard are supported by copious
amounts of frothy coffee and ‘What ifs?’. Writing breaks are a blend of the big
outdoors astride a motorbike, reading or watching anything and everything to do
with fantasy, romance and the
paranormal.
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Antara washed her face, brushed her hair and changed
into her own clothing from the bag Murphy had picked up. Emerging from the
bedroom, she found the Irishman scooping baked beans out of a pot and heaping
it onto three plates of decent looking toast. Ross was once again out on the
balcony with his hands curled over the wrought iron railing and staring off
into the distance. Not ready to deal with his particular brand of jackass, she
padded barefoot over to the kitchen area and parked her butt on a stool at the
long granite counter. Murphy pushed a plate toward her and then held out a
knife and fork.
“You’ll feel better if you eat,” he
advised.
Antara levelled a sceptical look at him after eying the
orangey-brown mush on the toast. He tilted a lopsided grin in return and
shrugged. “I’m no Gordon Ramsey, but it’ll fill a hole.”
She could point out the various ways a simple meal like
beans on toast could be juiced up to restaurant quality, but, right now, she
was starving and more than willing to chance whatever crap was put in front of
her.
Foregoing the use of eating utensils, Murphy lifted the
whole slice of toast from his plate and took a bite. After chewing for a while,
he swallowed. “You know he’s trying to protect you,
right?”
Antara glanced up from cutting a neat corner off of her
toast and arched a brow. “Why? He doesn’t even know me. And if I need
protecting from anything, it’s from
him.”
Murphy’s attention skated over her head to the raven-haired
male on the balcony.
“He can’t help it. It's uh,” he paused and, catching a
sauced bean about to fall from his toast, licked his finger, “it's in his
DNA.”
She frowned and ate the bite she’d cut off. “What is?
Being an arsehole and scaring the shit out of a perfect
stranger?”
Murphy muffled a gruff sound of amusement with another
mouthful. “You’d think after all this time he’d be better with the charm stuff,
eh? I’ve seen him smooth talk his way past kings, politicians and into the beds
of queens. But you…” Murphy waved his toast at her, and a couple of beans slid
off and landed on hers. “You came out of nowhere. You were the one kink in his
plan he couldn’t anticipate,” he added and squared her with an unsettling
stare.
Antara dropped her gaze and with the tip of her knife
scraped the fallen offerings to the edge of her plate. Gross.
“If I’m cramping his style so damn much, then why won’t
he let me go?”
“Because first, I need to know what you are,” came Ross’
voice followed by the sound of the glass door sliding closed behind him.
She hated the way the sound of him warmed her in places
she didn’t want to think about right now.
“What I am,” she said, pushing her plate of half-eaten
food away and swivelling around to give him the stink-eye, “is fairly sure you
were raised by hyenas and have little to no social
skills.”
Behind her, Murphy made a choking sound and coughed into
a fist.
“What I am.” Antara slid off the stool and stalked over
to where Ross was standing with his arms folded over his bared chest, fixing
her with a narrowed look. “Is so over your fronting and thinking you’re all
that, with your expensive car and your la-di-da apartment when your tattoo
isn’t even real. Not to mention those creepy, glow-in-the-dark contact lenses
of yours.”
An explosive splutter came from behind her. Out of the
corner of her eye, she saw Murphy snort his coffee all over the granite
counter.
Stopping a foot away from Ross, Antara gave him the
thorough once over. “Sure. You’re a stud. Let's give you a round of applause
for going to the gym and reading Men’s Health. Maybe if you tried to be nicer,
you wouldn’t need cheap tricks to get a girl into your
bed.”
Ross stood there, an implacable expression in place,
eyes boring into her. If he expected her to fall to her knees and beg for his
mercy, he had another thing coming.
In an even, quiet voice, he said only three words.
“Murph. Catch her.”
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