I mentioned how much into garoyles I am right now and voila, I was handed another pretty great story! And one on sale for a little while longer so hurry up!
The story is Not Her Gargoyle by Annie Nicholas just published into the Adult, Paranormal, Romance Genre.
Ruby is done with jerks, dead-end jobs, and eviction notices. Everyone else she knows is finding ways out of this crappy neighborhood, so why can’t she? Since opportunities refuse to fall from the sky, Ruby makes her own. To hell with the little voice in her heart whispering about love. She never met a man she wanted to keep…then she met a gargoyle. Men were boring after all.
Nick was a con, a thief, and a rogue. He couldn’t keep a dime in his pocket even if it was glued. Then he met a ruby. Not one from the earth but one of flesh and blood. And ass. Let’s not forget the ass. Stealing her heart was now all he wanted.
He has a plan that could make both their dreams come true. It only involves an itsy-bitsy risk. All they must do is rob a witch.
Oh, and avoid the dragons.
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“Is it gone?” a familiar voice whispered above Nick’s head.
A huge grin cracked his face and he cranked his head back to scan the top of the tower. “Norm?” It was about time his brothers found him. They had separated a few weeks ago just before Eoin had taken Nick prisoner.
A dark shadow blocked out the stars. “I don’t see it.” A different voice and a different brother.
“It?” Nick twisted for a better look. “You mean the dragon? Angie has gone inside the castle.” Where were they? Gargoyle skin blended well with stone, making them difficult to spot.
Three gargoyle-shaped shadows drifted from the top of the tower. They landed silently next to him. His three brothers—Norm, Neil, and Nate.
Nick opened his arms wide and pulled Neil, the youngest, into a spine cracking hug. “How did you find me?”
Neil returned his hug then knocked his forehead to Nick’s in a brotherly headbutt. “Dumbass, why are you chained to a castle?”
Nick pressed his finger to his lips. “Shhh, one of them might hear you.”
Nate fingered the lock clasping the collar around his neck. “This is top of the line. Picking it will be difficult.”
“Be careful, there’s a spell set within the lock.” Nick pried the lock loose from Nate’s grasp. “I attempted to pick it my first night and woke up twelve hours later. It knocked me out cold.”
Luckily, he hadn’t fallen off the ledge and hanged himself. He’d awoken snug in an alcove with a blanket and a hot cup of coffee waiting for him. Both dragons denied the kindness. Nick knew better.
Norm, the oldest and biggest, reached past Nate and slammed Nick’s shoulder with his hand. More like a sledgehammer. “Good to see you, boy.” Nick could grow to be three hundred years old and Norm would still treat him like he was three. “Did you try sawing through the chain?”
“With what? My teeth? The dragons don’t leave tools lying around outside their castle.”
“Did you say dragons? As in plural?” Neil twisted around, scanning the night sky.
“There are two of them. The male is black and you won’t see him coming at night until he swallows you whole.” Nick grinned as Neil shuddered, then turned his attention to Nate as he picked at the anchor fastening the chain to the wall. “But it’s the white one you really need to be careful of.”
Norm crossed his massive arms. “She’s not much bigger than me and she brought you food. How dangerous can she be?”
Annie Nicholas writes paranormal romance with a twist. She has courted vampires, hunted with shifters, and slain a dragon’s ego all with the might of her pen. Riding the wind of her imagination, she travels beyond the restraints of reality and shares them with anyone wanting to read her stories. Mother, daughter, and wife are some of the other hats she wears while hiking through the hills and dales of her adopted state of Vermont.
Annie writes for Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, and Lyrical Press.
More information can be found at: www.annienicholas.com
Blitz-wide giveaway (US/CAN)
- A surprise bag that will contain at least signed print copies of Not His Dragon, Not His Werewolf, and Not His Vampire