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Drakkar ~ Beyond the Lie Cover Reveal!

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Drakkar ~ Beyond the Lie

Book three

Dark Order of the Dragon Series

Author : Sandra Bischoff

Genre : Paranormal / Fantasy

 

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~ Blurb ~

Drakkar Dragoni, the only son of Princess Absinthe Dragoni, always believed what his mother told him. Humans were nothing more than cattle, raised to nourish their kind and her half brother, Jared Bonatelli, stole from her a kingdom that was rightfully hers. He vowed to right this wrong even if it meant Jared dies by his hand.

But what if none of it was true?
What if it was all…. A LIE?

Who can he turn to?
Who can he trust to help him make things right again?

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~ Excerpt ~

From the edge of the clearing a dark figure lurked among the shadows. Weaving between the trees, the uninvited guest tried to get as close as he could to the soft music and candle lit tent behind the grand blue Victorian mansion. Muffled conversation and laughter drifted in his direction on the crisp February breeze.

Something inside him ached to be a part of it. To slip inside the tent and watch the celebration up close and personal. He’d never known true happiness. Never witnessed the purest form of love these people were now basking in. What he wouldn’t give to feel it for himself, just once.

Yeah, sure, and pigs will one day sprout wings and fly away.

A vibration in his back pocket stopped him in his tracks. Drakkar pulled his cellphone out glancing at the screen. Narrowing his eyes at the caller’s name, he debated about answering it. What was the worst that could happen? With any luck ignoring her would have him thrown out on the street in no time. In fact that was the lesser of two evils.

Swiping his thumb across the screen he closed his eyes readying for the rant that was about to come. All it took was a split second. His mother’s shriek made his ears bleed.

“Drakkar! Where the hell have you been? I’ve been trying to call you for hours.” Absinthe’s voice was hard and cold. It resembled nothing a mother worried about her only son’s whereabouts would sound like.

“I was in class. What do you want?” He snarled back at her. It was all a lie but she had no clue. Absinthe only cared about herself.

“That’s no way to address me, Drakaar. You forget I can have your pathetic existence squashed at any moment.” She threatened.

“So you keep reminding me.” It was getting to the point where he wished she would make good on her threat. At least then he could be free of her. Counting to ten he relaxed slightly. “Was there something you needed?” Mommy Dearest.

“Much better.” She purred making his skin crawl. “I need you to come directly home after school gets out. Something has come up.”

Oh for the love of…

Drakaar strained his neck to see two people sneaking out of the tent. The wolf and his bride made a quick check of their surroundings before disappearing through glass French doors. His sensitive hearing caught the sweet sound of her voice just as she whispered her love to him. With a growl the wolf kicked the door shut. The silhouette of the groom carrying his bride across the room vanished around a corner inside the house. The reflected glow from Drake’s eyes dimmed against the bark of the tree he hid behind.

“Drakaar?” Absinthe’s voice broke his concentration.

Gritting his teeth, he shrugged off the invisible hand he knew she would have placed on his shoulder. “What?”

“I said I need you home. Are you well? You don’t sound like yourself.”

He wasn’t fooled by the concern in her voice. Absinthe could care less if something was bothering him. The only reason she might even give it a second thought was if the issue interfered with her plans. Gods forbid he might be feeling, worrying or even needing something. If it didn’t concern her, his mother didn’t want to be bothered.

Glancing back toward the large white tent, Drakkar noticed people starting to leave. He shrunk back into the brush allowing the branches to swallow him. “Fine. I’ll be there.”

“Excellent. Do try to not be late.” And then the Poison Princess was gone.

“Thanks for small favors.” He whispered.

There was no point in telling her he cut out early to spy on the wedding. It would only piss her off and that was something he could do without. Ever since Bonatelli reared his ugly head, his mother did a complete one eighty on him. He used to actually believe Absinthe loved him. Now, he caught her looking at him with disgust. Even when she spoke to him it was infused with venom half of the time.

Yet, as he sat in the weeds watching the way her enemies interacted and spoke to each other, it was evident what he endured was not normal. Bonatelli and his cohorts did not seem to be the monsters Absinthe painted them to be. He actually treated everyone he met with a loving respect, especially his very pregnant wife. There was no mistaking what he saw between Jared and his soon to be Queen, unconditional -I’d die to protect you- love.

When had Absinthe ever treated him that way? The answer -never.

Drakkar slipped his phone in the side pocket of the backpack resting beside him before swinging it over his shoulder. A slight tingle on the back of his neck hinted sunrise was coming soon. If he sat here wishing on fairytales much longer, his mother’s wrath would be the least of his problems.

He was just about to turn and leave when the scent of strawberries hit him. Inhaling deeply, Drakkar looked toward the tent. A couple emerged accompanied by a black haired girl roughly his age. The scent grew stronger when the girl’s toffee colored eyes gazed in his direction. He couldn’t move. Just one look from her and he was paralyzed.

Drake’s gums began to throb painfully. He covered his mouth just as his fangs began to descend in his mouth and ducked deeper into the brush. The way his body reacted to the human confused him. He’d been around his mother’s human servants all of his life and he never had the urge to claim any of them. He did feed from them on occasion but this was different. Something inside him wanted her as his.

 

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~ About the Author ~

 

Sandra Bischoff lives in the historic town of Cornwall, NY with her extremely patient husband and teenage son, she affectionately calls the Demon. She is a Pharmacist by profession but found her true calling in a simple twist of fate. A friend approached her to write in a forum on a popular networking website. Over the next five years her passion had found its niche. She went on to compose a few poems and short stories which she would post on her homepage at the same networking site.

Her debut novel, Beyond the Sun was published April 2013 by Bayou Brew Publishing. She recently was named to Amazon’s best seller list in the Fantasy/Epic category. Sandra’s second book in this series entitled Beyond Time was released earlier this spring in time for the Romantic Times Convention in New Orleans where she was a featured author at the Book Fair.

She has since left Bayou Brew Publishing to embark on the next chapter of her writing career, Independent Publishing. As of this time she has re-released both books in e-book and paperback formats. They can be found on Amazon.com.

 

~ Other books by Sandra Bischoff ~

 

Beyond the Sun   https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00OTRRM2Y

Beyond Time           https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00PKV8P8I

Beyond Time by Sandra Bischoff Release Day!!!!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on May 26, 2014 by Romancing the Darkside Reviews and Promotions

Hello and welcome to the party! Today is the release day for Beyond Time, Book Two of my Dark Order of the Dragon Series. When I tell you this was a labor of love, hate, frustration and tears I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I only hope all of you feel the same way.
Thank you for joining me on this epic journey back to Lance’s birthplace, Camelot.

Beyond Time

Title ~ Beyond Time
Author ~ Sandra Bischoff
Genre ~ Paranormal/Fantasy
Publisher ~ Bayou Brew Publishing
Release Date ~ May 27, 2014

~ Blurb ~

Christian Lancelot Du Lac was never one to take a situation seriously. Growing up he had always been the comedic relief to Jared Bonatelli’s brooding nature. Now, just as The Dark Order welcomes Jared as its new Prince, Du Lac is informed that he must become a first in command the future King can truly rely on. When he repeatedly fails in his attempts to prove himself, Lance is thrown back in time to where his life began, Camelot. What he finds there is more than he could have bargained for.

Drawn to the forest surrounding Camelot, Lady Elizabeth Payne searches for something that seems just out of her reach. Tormented by a pair glowing eyes in the mist she steals away in the middle of the night to find their owner. Thieves, a wolf and the most infuriating savior she has ever met turn her simple world upside down. But it’s the attraction she feels to the newcomer that truly takes her by surprise. Learning that he is Christian Du Lac, the long lost son of the First Knight himself peaks her curiosity even more.

Now on the cusp of meeting her betrothed for the first time, Elizabeth’s heart has been claimed by another. But even a betrothal written in blood is no match for fate.

For Lance and Elizabeth, the odds are stacked against them. Their worlds are destined to remain forever apart. Can time heal all wounds or will the fates change their course and let the star crossed lovers find each other once again?

 

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~ Excerpt ~

His door closing woke Lance. He lay in his side, back to the door. The position gave him the opportunity to wrap his fingers tightly around the dagger beneath his pillow. The air stirred slightly, letting him know the trespasser was surveying their surroundings. Lance braced himself for the attack.
His first reaction–Zephyr had returned to test his patience again.
Instead of being assaulted by au de vampire, the soothing aroma of blooming heather filled him. Lance instantly relaxed, recognizing Elizabeth’s unique scent. Confused, he lay still waiting for her to make her move, but she stood near the door still as a statue. Silently he willed her to come closer. As if she heard him, Elizabeth stepped closer until she was mere inches from the bed.
Releasing the dagger, Lance rolled onto his back, eyes closed, waiting. Expecting to sense her fear, he was surprised when he felt was hesitence. He cracked open one eye, thankful the wolf’s night vision was still part of him. She stood, watching him sleep. The moonlight illuminated her face. Her emerald eyes sparkled. The soft curve of her cheek beckoned him to touch it. Her full pink lips parted slightly as she breathed. It took all of his resolve not to reach out to her and taste them.
The mattress creaked under her weight as she sat beside him. Lance immediately shut his eye. With a shaking hand she brushed the hair back from his face revealing a dark bruise on his cheekbone.
“This is entirely my fault. I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
Elizabeth touched it lightly. He winced, opening his eyes. His scalding hazel gaze met hers. Before she could pull back, he caught her wrist and pulled her closer. She gasped but did not pull away. His other hand cupped her cheek; his thumb caressing the velvet softness of it. Her lips parted to speak. Lance never gave her the chance. He pulled her down onto the bed, rolled over her, trapping her beneath him.
He nudged her nose with the tip of his. “You have no idea how dangerous this game is you play, cher.”
“I assure you, My Lord, ‘tis not a game I play.” She wiggled beneath him attempting to loosen his hold.
“Ah, I’d be very careful if I were you. Don’t start something you aren’t prepared to go through with, My Lady.” He pressed his arousal against the juncture of her thighs.
Elizabeth gasped. “You would not!”
He rubbed his stubbled cheek against her smooth one leaving a blush of pink flesh in its wake. Burying his nose in her wavy ginger tresses, he inhaled her scent, sighing. “No, I wouldn’t.” Lifting his head, Lance stared into the green eyes. “But I won’t lie and say the idea hasn’t occurred to me.”
“How dare you speak to me thus.” She tried to slap him, but Lance caught her hand, pinning it to the bed.
“How dare I? Okay, let’s examine this, shall we?” The corner of his mouth tugged with amusement. “You snuck into my room and caressed my face. I’m quite sure if I hadn’t stopped you, you would have crawled into bed with me to cuddle. Am I right?”
“Nay!” She hissed. “I came to make sure you were well. Your mother told me–”
Lance groaned leaning his forehead on hers. “And the mood is gone.”
“What? What did I do?”
Lance smirked. “A little lesson for you. When there is a man in your bed, never, and I do mean never mention his mother. Its cock-block central.”
She frowned. “I swear to the heavens your words confuse me. Cock-block? What does a rooster have to do with any of this?”
Laughter rumbled in his chest. “Not a rooster. It means, cher, that mentioning my mother has officially put me out of the mood to bed you. Is that better?” He let go of her hands and shifted off her.
“Nay.”
“Would you rather I did bed you then?” Lance wrapped a stray tendril of her hair around his index finger hiding his smile.
“Nay! ‘Tis not what I said.”
“Then tell me, Beth, what is it you came looking for? Why are you here?”
Instead of answering him, her hands framed his face and pulled him down to her. Their lips met. A bolt of lightning shot through him. Lance growled. The wolf pushed its way to the front, wanting to devour her. His tongue teased hers, tasting the sweet honey her mouth had to offer. Breaking the kiss, he nipped her bottom lip. “For someone who doesn’t want to be in bed with me, you have a hell of a way of showing it.”
She stroked the bruise on his cheek with her fingertips. “I did not come here to lay with you, Christian. I came to make sure you were safe. I was told that you fought with Sir Galahad.”
“Another lesson, cher. Don’t bring up the lil’ bro either.” He chuckled.
She let out a frustrated breath. “Then pray tell me, what I can say? I am trying to explain why I am here.”
“I’m teasing. Please, go on.” He brushed her lips with his.
“Like I said, I was told of the fight and had to see for myself that you were unharmed. I know the strength Sir Galahad has in his sword arm.”
Lance growled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She rolled her eyes. “It means he is a powerful knight. You shall see for yourself at the tournament.” She cupped the bruised cheek. “Judging from this, I can see you already know that.”
His hand covered hers as he turned his lips into her palm. “Yeah, well you should see him. I got in a few good punches too.”
“Oh, I fully intend to.” She pushed up and sat on the edge of the bed, arranging her cloak around her.
“What? Wait, there’s no way I’m letting you do that.”
“No way you will let me? I am sorry, Christian, you may be appointed my personal guard, but you have no claim over me. I am free to do as I wish. See who I want to see.” Standing abruptly, she put distance between them.
“And go from one bed to another in the middle of the night? Really, Elizabeth?”
“I am not a common whore and you will not address me that way.” Her hand connected with his already bruised cheek quicker than a cobra strike. The slap echoed in the darkness. Pain flared across Lance’s face.
His lip curled in a snarl. “If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck . . .”
She stared at him blankly. “Nothing you say ever makes sense to me.” Elizabeth backed away till her heels hit the door behind her. “I was wrong to come here. I should have heeded your mother’s warning.” She turned and wrapped her fingers around the door handle.
“Beth, wait.” Lance rose and stepped behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. “What did my mother say to you?”
“Lady Elaine said she would bend the King’s ear to break my betrothal, but . . .”
He turned her to face him. “But? What condition did she put on her help?”
Elizabeth kept her eyes downcast, focusing on the fabric she twisted in her fingers. “Her ladyship bade me to stay away from both you and Galahad.”
Lance cupped her face in his hands, gently forcing her to look at him. “And what reason did she give for that?” The wolf was alert and pacing in his mind.
“She said Sir Galahad was meant for something greater and you would be leaving again. She warned me to stay away from you both.”
His thumb traced her bottom lip. “And what is it you want?” He leaned in closer, his lips a breath away from hers.
“I do not know.” Her whisper was barely audible.
Reaching behind her, Lance opened the door. “Until you do, cher, I suggest you heed her warning and stay away.”
Elizabeth blinked and pulled away, pausing to glance in his direction once more before slipping into the torch lit passageway.

 

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~ About the Author ~

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Sandra Bischoff lives in the historic town of Cornwall, NY with her extremely patient husband and teenage son, she affectionately calls the Demon. She is a Pharmacist by profession but found her true calling in a simple twist of fate. A friend approached her to write in a forum on a popular networking website. Over the next five years her passion had found its niche. She went on to compose a few poems and short stories which she would post on her homepage at the same networking site.

Her debut novel, Beyond the Sun was published April 2013 by Bayou Brew Publishing. She recently was named to Amazon’s best seller list in the Fantasy/Epic category.

Sandra most recently attended the Romantic Times Convention in New Orleans where she signed copies of her first novel Beyond the Sun and plenty of swag at the Book Fair.

 

~ Links ~

Website ~ http://sandibischoff.webs.com/
Blog ~ https://sbischoff.wordpress.com/
Facebook ~ https://www.facebook.com/AuthorSandiBischoff
Twitter ~ https://twitter.com/SandiBischoff
Goodreads ~ https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7031254
Google+ ~ https://plus.google.com/u/0/+SandiBischoffAuthor/posts
YouTube ~ https://www.youtube.com/user/rsb6494

~ Book Links ~

Beyond the Sun ~ Amazon ~ http://amzn.to/1dExsVl

Beyond Time ~ Amazon ~ http://www.amazon.com/Beyond-Time-Order-Dragon-Series-ebook/dp/B00KKYC8PG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1401160266&sr=8-1&keywords=Beyond+Time+Sandra+Bischoff

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