Cover Reveal: Falling Out by Gayle Parness
Falling Out by Gayle Parness The Triad Series #2 Publication Date: November 18, 2015 Genres: Contemporary, Fantasy, Paranormal, Young Adult
Kids are on the streets of L.A. experimenting with dangerous magic, a powerful witch has sworn to get her revenge, he and his best friend are on the outs and his fae warrior girlfriend is back in town. Can Charlie’s life get any more complicated?Yes it can. Tricked by his irritating uncle and imprisoned by a powerful enemy, Charlie must strike a magical bargain, taking him into a once familiar realm, which is still suffering the aftereffects of a corrupt queen’s rule. Accompanied by Samson, his most loyal friend, Charlie works hard to find a balance between compassion and control.
About Gayle ParnessGrowing up in Los Angeles contributed to Gayle's love of all things fantasy and science fiction, particularly movies, books, and live theatre. She's worked for many NYC community theatre companies over the years and has been writing Young Adult fantasy novels non-stop for the last five years. Gayle's current projects include finishing up book two in her new adult paranormal romance Theta Series: "Yielding to Pleasure." Currently available for preorder. Book One, "Playing with Passion" released on April 15th. This summer will be all about the second book in the Triad Series, and in the fall, Gayle should have some time to attack another Rogues Shifter book. She's so pleased to share her stories with so many wonderful readers. If you ever have a chance, an honest review at any of the vendors would be very much appreciated. Thanks for reading!
Falling Out excerpts:
A long deep breath steadied my nerves enough to enable me to withdraw my claws. What I’d done to my body to frighten the blood witch hadn’t just been physical. My entire system had been gearing up for a fight, and now I had the job of cooling down without the outlet of sinking my fangs into some well deserved flesh. Before the young cop had a chance to make it halfway down the hallway, I was dashing out the door of the building, speeding up as soon as I hit the street to the point where I wasn’t visible to anyone but the highest level supernaturals.
Despite my no-coffee morning, I pinned out right away that the stone arch was set up to repel unwanted visitors - the disturbing scent, the feelings of apprehension it triggered and the basic appearance of the structure shouting out, run away! My fae blood was perfectly comfortable around this gateway into Faerie, but my demon side was squirming vigorously. Too bad I couldn’t figure a way to block that side of my magic. It would sure make this trip a lot easier.
I urged Samson, my rottweiler, to come closer, but he was shaking and whining the way he sometimes did during a thunderstorm. “Okay, boy. I’ll carry you through the arch, but don’t start squirming. You’re no lightweight.” He relaxed as soon as I picked him up, grunting and taking advantage of his position to furiously lick my face. “Enough of that, I can’t see.” I took two careful steps, still feeling the comforting dirt road beneath my feet. The third step was met with only air. I automatically arched my back and lifted my chin to throw my head and body backwards, but Samson’s weight drove me forward and we plummeted into the void.
My cousin Zerian was seated at an ornate desk in a large room with fancy chairs that belonged in a museum and vases filled with roses and lilies. Artwork covered almost every inch of the walls: portraits and landscapes, most of them painted using the same palate so they’d match the other items in the room. I didn’t thing HGTV would approve.
Zerian looked up when I entered, stopping my forward progress. She looked so much like her mother, Fionna, beautiful beyond words. I wondered if she sometimes hated the likeness she shared with a monster the same way I did with my birth father, Kennet. Looking in the mirror was the worst part of my day.
She rose and walked around the desk, extending her hand. “It is such a pleasure to meet you at last, cousin.” I was surprised by the more modern gesture. I’d been prepared to nod in the fae style. “Is this not—“
“Of course. It’s perfect.” For some crazy reason I took her very soft hand in mine and lifted it to my mouth, kissing it lightly on the knuckles. She giggled and her smile became the brightest light in the room.
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