T's Stuff: Hex Factor by Andie Long

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

Hex Factor by Andie Long

Hex
Factor

The
Paranormals

Book
One

Andie
M. Long

Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy

Publisher: Andie M. Long

Date of Publication: 3 August
2020

ASIN: B089T6LWZQ

Number of pages: approx. 200

Word Count: 40,000

Cover Artist: Tammy Clarke at The
Graphics Shed

Tagline: Hex, Blood, Rock and
Roll.

Book Description:

Vampire
guitarist Noah is about to face the music…

At auditions for Britain's Best
New Band things get awkward when Noah bumps into his old high school sweetheart
and sassy ex. The one he dumped to form his band, The Paranormals.

Witch Stacey has never forgotten
Noah’s betrayal. Determined to charm the judges with her own band and win the
recording contract, it will be the perfect revenge on her ex.

But as the competition heats up,
so does the chemistry between them, until one of the show's presenters going
missing threatens everything.

With ghosts on the loose and
bands who will stop at nothing to win, can Noah and Stacey survive the
competition and claim each other's hearts? Or are they doomed to be just
another cliché of Hex, blood, rock and roll?

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Excerpt:

We were waiting
in turn for our audition for Britain’s Best Band, a reality show that could
take unknowns and send them stratospheric.

Being a top rock
band was our dream and had been for years.

“Are you not
cold?” Zak leaped from foot to foot rubbing his hands.

“Idiot, I’m
always cold, I’m a vampire.” I eye-rolled him. He was off his game today and I
could hazard a guess why. The guy was knackered from his extra-curricular
activities.

“Well, you must
be cold, because you’re not able to put your furry coat on.” Zak pushed at Rex.

Rex didn't move,
despite the shove. “Even when I can’t have my fur on the outside, it warms me
on the inside. PS, if you push me again, I’m going to knock you the fuck out.”
Ever the alpha wolf, Rex growled at Zak. “There are loads of women here, go
warm yourself up by screwing a few of them. Get some extra credit.”

Zak's shoulders
slumped. “I’ll not stay awake for the audition if I do that. I need to have a
word with Abaddon, seriously. My quota is too large. I could hack it when I was
eighteen, but I can’t now.”

Roman, our lead
guitarist, took a swig from the bottle of scotch he seemed to have permanently
attached to his hand. “I feel lovely and warm.”

“Piss off,
Satyr. That’s because your bloods almost 100% proof.”

“Can you keep it
down, Zak?” I narrowed my gaze at him. “I don’t think we should be broadcasting
our paranormal status to the two thousand humans we’re sharing the queue with.”

“Excuse me?” A
slim blonde tapped Zak on the shoulder. She was wearing a fluffy blanket around
her shoulders. “You can share my blanket if you like?"

Zak ran a hand
through his hair.

“Oh look, he's
responding to the female. The penis flytrap is about to ensnare another
victim.” Rex scoffed.

Roman almost
choked on his mouthful of whisky. “Penis flytrap. That’s fucking fabulous.”

Zak gave us all
a withering glare, then turned back to the blonde. “Thanks, doll. I’d like to
take you up on your invitation to share your blanket another day, if I may?
Perhaps you could give me your phone number?” Then he yawned. It didn't put the
blonde off though. She gave him a beaming smile and her contact details.