Dreams of Mariposa by L.T. Getty

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Welcome to my stop on the tour for Dreams of Mariposa by L.T. Getty. Read on for the synopsis, an excerpt, author bio and links, and don’t forget to enter the giveaway where you have the chance to win a $50 Amazon or B&N gift card! 

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Genre: Steampunk horror

Every decade, Marie must leave her home and everything she loves to start anew. She can’t risk the locals learning the truth of her immortality, much less her vampiric need to feed off fear. Fortunately for Marie, fear comes easily, and she spends her endless days mourning the loss of her beloved. When she is summoned to the leaders of the masquerade, she is persuaded to assist them in uncovering a mystery of powers possibly more ancient than their own order. As a rare daywalker of exquisite beauty, there is no society she cannot infiltrate. Having spent the last few centuries growing into her power, she expects to learn of the old powers then return to her lonely eternity of mourning. She doesn’t expect to fall in love, and everything changes.

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Excerpt

“Where is this fool taking us?” one of Raoul’s men asked.

I realized then that they hadn’t been paying attention.

“Driver!” He reached his arm outside the open window to rap and get his attention, but I could smell the hiss of venom and knew it was intentional.

The horses ran quicker, and I could hear more coming up. They sought to isolate us and do their deed in the woods. Interesting choice, as there was no need to restrain ourselves without potential witnesses.

One of Raoul’s guards kicked open the door. He glided out. His gift included some manipulation of his form, and like a shadow he leapt onto the path, while his fellow went to climb up on the stagecoach.

Raoul glanced at me. “You’ll be safest in here.”

“Do not leave your men, guardian mine.”

His gaze darted from mine as I recognized the smell of flesh turning to ash, and light pierced the chest of the fellow on the roof of the coach. He exploded into dust before he could scream. The stench of sulphur was undeniable, even without our honed senses. The other fellow met a similar end a moment later.

Unfazed by the strange tool on a chain, Raoul unsheathed a rapier from his cane and struck the driver in the leg. The man was young. He met a knife at the rapier for the second strike, but the riders coming up were too late. Raoul knocked aside the gun and slashed the driver’s face before he pierced his heart. I bounced along uncomfortably as the driver was pushed forward and went under the back left wheel.

The horses squealed and ran faster. Raoul reached for the reins, but a rider came up from beside the carriage, then put her pistol in through the open window at me. I grabbed the weapon with such force I nearly knocked her off her horse and into the carriage’s paneling.

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Author Bio & Links

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L.T. Getty is a science fiction and fantasy writer who hails from the Canadian Prairies. When she’s not writing, you can likely find her driving an ambulance and dreaming about travel.

Blog: https://ltgetty.wordpress.com/

 

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6479207.L_T_Getty https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/48991028-dreams-of-mariposa

Champagne Books: http://champagnebooks.com/store/

Kobo https://www.kobo.com/ca/en/ebook/dreams-of-mariposa

Amazon https://www.amazon.ca/Dreams-Mariposa-Beautiful-Immortal-Deadly-ebook/dp/B084G9RV9D

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Victoria Alexander says:

    Great post – thanks for sharing!

    Liked by 1 person

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