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Wednesday, 27 March 2013

Re-Release! Mystic Series by B.C. Burgess


Author Bio:
B. C. Burgess is a small town girl born and raised in Oklahoma, where she still resides with her devoted husband and their young son. She’s addicted to coffee and writing and thinks the combination is heaven. Inspired to write by her love of reading, she feels fiction provides a healthy escape from the hardships of life, and hopes her stories touch the hearts of her readers, just as she’s been touched time and again. Though most of her visions flower in the form of fiction, she dreams of the day her passion for writing, along with determination and hard work, will prove to her son creative dreams can come true.
If you like the tales B. C. weaves, let her know. She loves hearing from her readers.

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At the Other End of Descension (Mystic #1):


Layla
After three years caring for her dying mother, Layla Callaway learns she was adopted under unusual circumstances. Following a cryptic message to seek her birth family in Oregon, Layla uproots her life to find out the truth about her past. And herself.

Quin
Quin’s natural charisma is attractive to plenty of women, but he longs for the one he’s been dreaming of his entire life. When that day arrives, not only is he breathless, he’s confronted with the challenge of a lifetime – an innate need to keep her safe and forever by his side.

The Enemy
Through manipulation and dark magic, Agro uses the powers of others to elevate his supremacy and wealth. When he discovers Layla didn’t die at birth, he sets out to find and possess her.

Stretching from coast to coast and teeming with loathed villains and beloved heroes, The Mystic Series is rich with emotion, magic and intrigue. Whether the reader is laughing, crying or falling in love, they'll find themselves invested in Layla's fate through the rich dialogue and emotionally driven characters that weave the web of this fiery tale.


Shhh... Don't Tell:

Layla jolted when Quin opened her door. Then she rolled her eyes and took his hand, letting him pull her from the car. With a flick of his wrist, he shut and locked the doors. Then he pulled her close, keeping one arm around her as they walked into the surrounding forest.

Once they were shadowed, he opened his cloak, and she slipped her arms in, loving the soothing warmth of luxurious velvet. “You never told me how you keep from freezing,” she remembered.

“Magic,” he answered, carefully pulling her hair from the collar. Then he covered the tresses with a roomy hood.

“That’s all I get?” she objected.

“Are you cold?” he returned, an ornery twinkle in his eye as hooked the platinum clasp.

“No,” she answered.

“Then you don’t need more,” he refused.

She scowled, and he grinned, slipping his hands under the cloak and around her waist. Layla’s breath caught in her chest as he lifted her from the ground. Then she was face-to-face with him, lips fluttering around tiny bursts of oxygen laced with his scent, heart thundering as her cheeks burned.

“Is this okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she breathed. Aside from her embarrassing physical reactions, she was quite content.
“It’s nice.”

“I think so, too,” he replied, supporting her with one arm as he reached up with the other. “I’m going to cast a spell to protect your ears from the pressure, but you shouldn’t feel any effects. Tell me if you do.”

“Okay,” she agreed, and he cupped his hand over her ears one at a time.

“Feel normal?” he asked, and she nodded. “Good,” he approved. “Tell me if that changes. Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“I’m not.”

She meant what she said, but couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut and tighten her grip as he shot into the air, darting through a thick canopy of needle covered branches. When they reached open sky, he leaned back, letting her rest on his torso, and she opened her eyes, feeling foolish for closing them in the first place.


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At the Other End of Impassion (Mystic #2):



Layla
According to the fairy tales Layla Callaway read as a child, she’d stepped into one. She suddenly has the extended family she always wanted, a beautiful home in Oregon, and the ability to perform astonishing magic. But her perfect world has a price, and she may end up paying with her life.

Quin
Quin Kavanagh wants nothing more than to shed his playboy past and devote himself to Layla, but his womanizing reputation threatens to destroy their budding relationship and shatter his dreams.

The Enemy
Obsessed with Layla’s immense power, Agro eliminates leads on his way to Oregon. But there’s a stranger lurking much closer to Layla’s new home, and he’s closing in quicker than anyone knows. Leaving a trail of tragedy in their wakes, both wizards crave what Layla has, and they’ll stop at nothing to get it.

Stretching from coast to coast and teeming with loathed villains and beloved heroes, The Mystic Series is rich with emotion, magic and intrigue. Whether the reader is laughing, crying or falling in love, they'll find themselves invested in Layla's fate through the rich dialogue and emotionally driven characters that weave the web of this fiery tale.


Shhh... Don't Tell:

Layla closed her eyes, sighing her agreement as Quin’s hands slid under her shirt. He flexed his fingers, inciting goose bumps and a shiver. Then he took her by the ribs and squeezed.

A laugh burst from her diaphragm as she jolted and twisted away, reaching for the safety of the floor, but he pulled her back in.

“No you don’t,” he refused, somehow finding every ticklish spot on her body.

“Quin!”

“What?”

She struggled to breathe as she pushed on his chest. “Stop.”

“Or what?” he challenged, sliding a hand to her thigh.

She yanked in air as she stretched for his neck, and in her desperation, she sucked harder than she’d intended. His game ceased, and she softened, puckering around his strong pulse.

“Mmm…” he murmured. “You could calm a battlefield with those lips.”

She slid her fingers into his hair as she pressed closer, kissing again and again; and it made her heady, as if he’d bathed in wine. He swept her hair aside, exposing the sensitive dip between her shoulder blades, and as his hand spanned bare skin, she quivered with an internal throb she’d never felt before. Her heart stuttered then sped, and warmth surged her veins, intensely flaring in some areas while soothing others.

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1 comment:

  1. Thank you for the feature! The bookmarks are gorgeous!

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