Blue Manhattan (Moonlight Mayhem) Paranormal Fantasy Romance by Kyra Jacobs ➱ Book Tour with Giveaway
Excerpt
Soap suds rose from
the hot tub in the bar’s front corner, and distracted Shay from the fire water
she’d been making. A lick of yellow bit her hand as she bobbled the glass,
sending flames dancing across the bar top. Four nymphs sharing a nearby stool
took wing to avoid the fiery cascade, a litany of curses filling the air. Shay
cursed as well, reaching for a washrag to clean up her spill before it claimed
any casualties.
“Dammit Floyd, what
the hell are we paying you for?”
Their mile-high
waste-of-fur bouncer perched beside the door bristled. “What’s your problem,
Blue?”
Her cloth snagged on
a crusty spot, and she lifted it to find a chunk of charred wing. Okay, strike
that—claim any more casualties. She
cast a dark look to the yeti. “You are. Thought you patted the water kelpies
down when they were paying their cover?”
“I did.”
She tipped her head
toward the growing mound of bubbles and Floyd’s gaze flicked toward the tub.
With a muttered expletive, he slid off his personalized tree stump and strode
toward the thickening scent of lavender. At ninety-five, the guy believed he
was the best thing to come along since the invention of glamouring. Maybe in
another hundred years, he’d lose the ego and Shay would be able to tolerate the
pompous jerk.
No, probably not even
then.
He had just made it
to the kelpies when the front door burst open and a body stumbled through. A human body, judging by the way he was
gasping for breath. Usually, they hit the wards and made an about-face. So far,
this guy wasn’t that smart.
“We’ve got ourselves a crasher,” Milo
crooned from a nearby booth, his scaly green lips drawing back to reveal teeth
that desperately needed a good brushing. Like, a few decades ago.
The goblin slid his arm free of the
drunken fae nestled beside him and started to rise. But a brawl was the last
thing they needed tonight, especially with that package due to arrive from
Mauri. Shay abandoned her washrag and strode forward, giving him a
not-so-subtle shove down along the way.
“Keep your shirt on,” she said.
“But—”
“I said, keep your shirt on.”
She snapped her fingers, freezing the
little bastard in place. Goblins—always trying to be the tough guys. Her spell
wouldn’t hold him long, but it did allow her enough time to give their newcomer
a onceover. He looked to be just over six feet tall, long and lean. Not overly
muscular, but not an ounce of fat on the guy, either. Nothing she couldn’t
handle if good old Floyd chickened out again. Why he got so nervous around
humans was beyond her. This one’s dark hair was short on the sides and a little
longer on top, just like all the pretty boys on posters in Time Square. As she
stared, a pair of melted chocolate eyes began to scan the room.
Gods, he was repulsive.
“I’m looking for a woman.”
Snickering ensued as Shay continued
forward, stopping before she emerged from the shadows. Best not to give him too
big a fright, or their crasher would soon be a fainter. Fainters always made
the griffins hungry, and she’d be damned if she was gonna jump in the middle of
a herd of them to save clueless Joe Blow here.
“I think you’re lost, city boy,” she
called. “Best turn around and head back to Upper Manhattan.”
He squinted in her direction and
lifted one hand to shield his eyes from the entryway lights, a piece of
crumpled paper in its grip. “Violet. I’m looking for Violet. They took her from
me.”
His breathing was beginning to smooth;
not a good sign. If he acclimated to the wards, he’d soon be able to see them
all just as they were—a bar full of creatures he wasn’t supposed to know
existed. Shay put a little more venom behind her words.
“Don’t know nothing about none of
that. Now leave.”
The human unwadded the note in his
hand. “No? Then how about a…Storm? She’s supposed to know where I can find her.”
Shay sucked in a sharp breath. Storm?
Oh, no. No, this guy could not be the
package.
A
human, Mauri? Are you out of your friggin’ mind?
“Ain’t got one of them neither,” she
pushed. “Now scat.”
The newcomer squared his shoulders.
“Well if they’re not here,” he said, voice rising above the bar’s standard
bedlam, “then somebody better bring me that son of a bitch Mauricio Hunter.
Right. Now.”
The entire tavern
fell silent as every head turned to see what fool had said aloud the name of
Antinomy’s most notorious mob boss. From the Barbie Dream House, cracking
knuckles could be heard.
Then all hell broke loose.
Blog
Interview #1 for Kyra Jacobs and BLUE MANHATTAN
Hi all! Kyra
Jacobs here, sharing a bit about my latest release, BLUE MANHATTAN. It’s a
totally fun and crazy paranormal romance, with all sorts of mythical creatures involved.
If you like witches, goblins, yetis, pixies, dragons, fae, and manticores, all
mixed with romance and humor, then this book is definitely for you.
Of course,
this isn’t my first PNR—I’ve got two books about dragon shifters in my backlist
as well (DRAGONS AMONG THEM and DRAGONS AGAINST THEM) and those were also such
fun to write. But where those were set in an alternate reality that’s got a
medieval feel, BLUE is set in contemporary NYC; Hell’s Kitchen is where the
story kicks off. The location was inspired by a work trip I took to New York
City a few years back, and while there I couldn’t help but wonder what all
might be going on in the dark alleys surrounding the NYC convention center.
And what if
those going ons involved creatures we didn’t know existed?
And what if
those creatures had similar struggles and drama as us humans?
And what if
they were way more powerful than humans, but were bound by rules that
didn’t allow them to step out from the shadows?
And what if one
of those creatures had had enough with the shadows and wanted to steal back
daylight from those unsuspecting humans???
Oh yes, this
is what happens when I let my imagination roam. In this case, that roaming is
what created Shayla Tempest’s world and all the chaos and struggles that go
along with it. Struggles that only get more complicated when unassuming Jamie
Knight comes stumbling into her supernatural pub demanding help. What he
doesn’t realize is just how much “help” he’s about to get…
If it’s a
reading escape you’re after, then I hope you’ll give BLUE MANHATTAN a try.
Heck, maybe it’ll be the escape you didn’t even know that you needed. In the
meantime, I’ll be working on the next book in this series—I’m having too much
fun with the “supes” to be done with them just yet. 😉
Kyra
Jacobs is an extroverted introvert who’s always called
Indiana home, so she’s well-versed in fickle weather, pork
tenderloins that don’t fit on a bun, and sarcasm. Putting her
Indiana University degrees in Public Management to good use by day
means Kyra does the bulk of her writing late into the night. Fueled
by caffeine and funny memes, she weaves tales of love and
relationships, including the humor and/or chaos both can bring.
Kyra’s published novels range from sweet contemporary romance to
romantic suspense and paranormal/fantasy.When
this Hoosier native isn’t at a keyboard, daydreaming through her
fingertips, she's likely outside, elbow-deep in snapdragons or on a
sideline somewhere cheering (loudly) for her sporty sons. Kyra also
loves to bowl, tries to golf, and is an avid college football fan. Be
sure to stop by kyrajacobsbooks.com
to learn more about her novels and ways to connect with Kyra on
social media.
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Excerpt
Soap suds rose from
the hot tub in the bar’s front corner, and distracted Shay from the fire water
she’d been making. A lick of yellow bit her hand as she bobbled the glass,
sending flames dancing across the bar top. Four nymphs sharing a nearby stool
took wing to avoid the fiery cascade, a litany of curses filling the air. Shay
cursed as well, reaching for a washrag to clean up her spill before it claimed
any casualties.
“Dammit Floyd, what
the hell are we paying you for?”
Their mile-high
waste-of-fur bouncer perched beside the door bristled. “What’s your problem,
Blue?”
Her cloth snagged on
a crusty spot, and she lifted it to find a chunk of charred wing. Okay, strike
that—claim any more casualties. She
cast a dark look to the yeti. “You are. Thought you patted the water kelpies
down when they were paying their cover?”
“I did.”
She tipped her head
toward the growing mound of bubbles and Floyd’s gaze flicked toward the tub.
With a muttered expletive, he slid off his personalized tree stump and strode
toward the thickening scent of lavender. At ninety-five, the guy believed he
was the best thing to come along since the invention of glamouring. Maybe in
another hundred years, he’d lose the ego and Shay would be able to tolerate the
pompous jerk.
No, probably not even
then.
He had just made it
to the kelpies when the front door burst open and a body stumbled through. A human body, judging by the way he was
gasping for breath. Usually, they hit the wards and made an about-face. So far,
this guy wasn’t that smart.
“We’ve got ourselves a crasher,” Milo
crooned from a nearby booth, his scaly green lips drawing back to reveal teeth
that desperately needed a good brushing. Like, a few decades ago.
The goblin slid his arm free of the
drunken fae nestled beside him and started to rise. But a brawl was the last
thing they needed tonight, especially with that package due to arrive from
Mauri. Shay abandoned her washrag and strode forward, giving him a
not-so-subtle shove down along the way.
“Keep your shirt on,” she said.
“But—”
“I said, keep your shirt on.”
She snapped her fingers, freezing the
little bastard in place. Goblins—always trying to be the tough guys. Her spell
wouldn’t hold him long, but it did allow her enough time to give their newcomer
a onceover. He looked to be just over six feet tall, long and lean. Not overly
muscular, but not an ounce of fat on the guy, either. Nothing she couldn’t
handle if good old Floyd chickened out again. Why he got so nervous around
humans was beyond her. This one’s dark hair was short on the sides and a little
longer on top, just like all the pretty boys on posters in Time Square. As she
stared, a pair of melted chocolate eyes began to scan the room.
Gods, he was repulsive.
“I’m looking for a woman.”
Snickering ensued as Shay continued
forward, stopping before she emerged from the shadows. Best not to give him too
big a fright, or their crasher would soon be a fainter. Fainters always made
the griffins hungry, and she’d be damned if she was gonna jump in the middle of
a herd of them to save clueless Joe Blow here.
“I think you’re lost, city boy,” she
called. “Best turn around and head back to Upper Manhattan.”
He squinted in her direction and
lifted one hand to shield his eyes from the entryway lights, a piece of
crumpled paper in its grip. “Violet. I’m looking for Violet. They took her from
me.”
His breathing was beginning to smooth;
not a good sign. If he acclimated to the wards, he’d soon be able to see them
all just as they were—a bar full of creatures he wasn’t supposed to know
existed. Shay put a little more venom behind her words.
“Don’t know nothing about none of
that. Now leave.”
The human unwadded the note in his
hand. “No? Then how about a…Storm? She’s supposed to know where I can find her.”
Shay sucked in a sharp breath. Storm?
Oh, no. No, this guy could not be the
package.
A
human, Mauri? Are you out of your friggin’ mind?
“Ain’t got one of them neither,” she
pushed. “Now scat.”
The newcomer squared his shoulders.
“Well if they’re not here,” he said, voice rising above the bar’s standard
bedlam, “then somebody better bring me that son of a bitch Mauricio Hunter.
Right. Now.”
The entire tavern
fell silent as every head turned to see what fool had said aloud the name of
Antinomy’s most notorious mob boss. From the Barbie Dream House, cracking
knuckles could be heard.
Then all hell broke loose.
Blog
Interview #1 for Kyra Jacobs and BLUE MANHATTAN
Hi all! Kyra
Jacobs here, sharing a bit about my latest release, BLUE MANHATTAN. It’s a
totally fun and crazy paranormal romance, with all sorts of mythical creatures involved.
If you like witches, goblins, yetis, pixies, dragons, fae, and manticores, all
mixed with romance and humor, then this book is definitely for you.
Of course,
this isn’t my first PNR—I’ve got two books about dragon shifters in my backlist
as well (DRAGONS AMONG THEM and DRAGONS AGAINST THEM) and those were also such
fun to write. But where those were set in an alternate reality that’s got a
medieval feel, BLUE is set in contemporary NYC; Hell’s Kitchen is where the
story kicks off. The location was inspired by a work trip I took to New York
City a few years back, and while there I couldn’t help but wonder what all
might be going on in the dark alleys surrounding the NYC convention center.
And what if
those going ons involved creatures we didn’t know existed?
And what if
those creatures had similar struggles and drama as us humans?
And what if
they were way more powerful than humans, but were bound by rules that
didn’t allow them to step out from the shadows?
And what if one
of those creatures had had enough with the shadows and wanted to steal back
daylight from those unsuspecting humans???
Oh yes, this
is what happens when I let my imagination roam. In this case, that roaming is
what created Shayla Tempest’s world and all the chaos and struggles that go
along with it. Struggles that only get more complicated when unassuming Jamie
Knight comes stumbling into her supernatural pub demanding help. What he
doesn’t realize is just how much “help” he’s about to get…
If it’s a
reading escape you’re after, then I hope you’ll give BLUE MANHATTAN a try.
Heck, maybe it’ll be the escape you didn’t even know that you needed. In the
meantime, I’ll be working on the next book in this series—I’m having too much
fun with the “supes” to be done with them just yet. 😉
Thanks so much for hosting BLUE today!! 😁💙💙
ReplyDeleteSounds like a good read.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like a great book and my kind of read.
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