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Tuesday, October 3, 2017

The Bloodprint by Ausma Khan












Title: The Bloodprint
Author: Ausma Zehanat Khan
Publisher: Harper Voyager
Publication Date: October 3, 2017
Genres: Science Fiction & Fantasy

Touring: October 2-October 13, 2017




The author of the acclaimed mystery The Unquiet Dead delivers her first fantasy novel—the opening installment in a thrilling quartet—a tale of religion, oppression, and political intrigue that radiates with heroism, wonder, and hope.



A dark power called the Talisman has risen in the land, born of ignorance and persecution. Led by a man known only known as the One-Eyed Preacher, it is a cruel and terrifying movement bent on world domination—a superstitious patriarchy that suppresses knowledge and subjugates women. And it is growing.



But there are those who fight the Talisman's spread, including the Companions of Hira, a diverse group of influential women whose power derives from the Claim—the magic inherent in the words of a sacred scripture. Foremost among them is Arian and her apprentice, Sinnia, skilled warriors who are knowledgeable in the Claim. This daring pair have long stalked Talisman slave-chains, searching for clues and weapons to help them battle their enemy’s oppressive ways. Now, they may have discovered a miraculous symbol of hope that can destroy the One-Eyed Preacher and his fervid followers: The Bloodprint, a dangerous text the Talisman has tried to erase from the world.



Finding The Bloodprint promises to be their most perilous undertaking yet, an arduous journey that will lead them deep into Talisman territory. Though they will be helped by allies—a loyal ex-slave and Arian’s former confidante and sword master—both Arian and Sinnia know that this mission may well be their last.












Ausma Zehanat Khan is the author of The Unquiet Dead, published by St. Martin's Press/Minotaur Books, and winner of the Barry Award, the Arthur Ellis Award and the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Award for Best First Novel. Her widely acclaimed second novel, The Language of Secrets, was published in 2016. Among the Ruins, her third mystery was published in February 2017. She is also at work on a fantasy series, to be published by Harper Voyager, beginning October 2017. The Bloodprint is Book One of the Khorasan Archives. 

A frequent lecturer and commentator, Ms. Khan holds a Ph.D. in International Human Rights Law with a research specialization in military intervention and war crimes in the Balkans. Ms. Khan completed her LL.B. and LL.M. at the University of Ottawa, and her B.A. in English Literature & Sociology at the University of Toronto. 

Formerly, she served as Editor in Chief of Muslim Girl magazine. The first magazine to address a target audience of young Muslim women, Muslim Girl re-shaped the conversation about Muslim women in North America. The magazine was the subject of two documentaries, and hundreds of national and international profiles and interviews, including CNN International, Current TV, and Al Jazeera "Everywoman". 

Ms. Khan practiced immigration law in Toronto and has taught international human rights law at Northwestern University, as well as human rights and business law at York University. She is a long-time community activist and writer, and currently lives in Colorado with her husband.

Connect with her at her website: http://www.ausmazehanatkhan.com or on social media



















Did the Bloodprint represent deliverance or deception?
            There were
only three among them who would be able to read it, even if by some fortuitous working
of fate, Arian was able to find it. Herself, Ash, and Ilea.
            And why
would the Black Khan help them? Solely for the sake of the Sacred Cloak?
She raised her eyes to his
face.           
            “You do not
seek the Bloodprint for yourself, Excellency? You were the one who thought
to—intercept it.”
            Thief, her
eyes called him. And liar, as well.
            “Rukh,” he
reminded her.
            She
pretended to soften. “Rukh, then. You said you have proof of the Bloodprint.
Are you able to read the Claim? Is it true you were schooled in the High
Tongue?”
            A glimmer of
amusement in his eyes suggested he fully understood the things she hadn’t expressed,
her private dismissal of his character.
            “I’m not as
fluent as the Companions of Hira.” He made a small bow to Ilea. “But neither am
I ignorant.”
            No, Arian
thought. He wouldn’t be. And he’d evaded the more important question. She
returned to it.
            “You do not
expect to retain the Bloodprint, if I am able to retrieve it?”
            “If you are
able to retrieve it, all of Khorasan will be at your feet.”
            “That is not
why I pursue it.”
            It was
important to her that she convince him of this, though she couldn’t have said
why.
            His eyes
narrowed, as if he’d grown tired of her.
            “A Companion
who does not seek power, perhaps because she wields it so wholly.” There was a
caustic note in his voice. “The Bloodprint doesn’t matter to me. I have taken
the Cloak as payment, it will serve me well enough.”
            His words
challenged her to deny him.
            Arian didn’t
think twice.
            “It isn’t a
prize to be bartered.” She turned to Ilea, prepared to risk the High
Companion’s wrath. “And the Cloak isn’t yours to cede. It belongs at Hira. We
are its rightful guardians.”
An indefinable expression
crossed Ilea’s face.
“It was the price I paid for
the Black Khan’s counsel. A counsel we desperately need.” There was a bitter
edge to her voice. “You’ve been away too long, in pursuit of your misguided
quest. I’ve had other priorities at Hira.” She made an impatient gesture with
her hand. “Either accept your Audacy, or refuse it. I will not countenance
further debate.”
Why not? And then
realization struck Arian. For all of her discouragement of Arian’s efforts with
the slave-chains, Ilea had expected
Arian to bring the Cloak to Hira. How else could she have known to make her
bargain with Rukh?
She had known Arian would seek it. And she had meant to trade it away.
            She was
swamped by a feeling of grief. How had she and Ilea come to this point?
            “Why do you
look so betrayed? You chose to pursue the Cloak for your own ends. I understood
it would serve a larger purpose.”
            “What
purpose?” Arian whispered.
             “The defence of Hira. The defence your actions
made necessary.”
            “My
actions?” Arian echoed the words without understanding their meaning.
            Ilea’s
response was cruel. She had found a way to strike back.
“Yes, your actions. Your unceasing war against the slave-chains has put
the Citadel at risk. The One-Eyed Preacher brings his war to Hira. And when he
comes, the Citadel will fall.”
            Arian
blanched at the words. Was the High Companion right? Had she brought
destruction to the Citadel? When everything she treasured was at Hira?
            “No,” she
said, grief in her voice. “That cannot be true.”
            The Black
Khan murmured something to Ilea, and the waters of the All Ways resumed their
careful dance. Ilea crossed her arms, pressing both hands to her circlets. She
waited impatiently for Arian to mimic the gesture.
“This is not an Audacy to
undertake only as it suits you. Our very survival is at stake—the lives of the
Companions, the sanctity of the scriptorium, the Citadel itself. Will you
accept this Audacy? Or does your courage forsake you at the outset of the war?”
This
isn’t the outset.
I’ve
been waging this war for a decade.
At too great a cost, she now
realized. But Arian accepted the Audacy’s rites. The time for dissent had
passed. She had no choice but to seek out the Bloodprint.
Or face the end of the
world.










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Blurb Blitz Tour: Lust, Lace & Lingerie by Brandi Evans




Lust, Lace & Lingerie
by Brandi Evans


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GENRE:   contemporary BDSM


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BLURB:


I love managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to spend my days talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and enhancement lotions for all occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic job perk is my sexy British boss, Maxwell Penn.


Max is a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and domineering pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed him” and “I want to strangle him.” But still, yum.


The paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a lingerie designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to stand in for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend.


I’d be in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue eyes. I have no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out.


Publisher’s Note: This book contains descriptions of consensual activities, including eroticism and discipline. If you object to these elements, please do not read this book.



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Excerpt Two:
(R+)


I yanked against my restraints. The material stretched with my movements, but my hands stayed firmly bound at the small of my back.


“See, Max? This is one sturdy piece of lingerie.”


My mind exploded with images of what they could do to me, completely helpless and practically naked. Should I worry? A smart woman probably would—but the look in Max’s eyes—


I’d never wanted him more than I did at that moment.


Garrett’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Also, I designed the top so the two front halves can be pushed together to allow quick and easy access to the tits without having to untie any restraints already put in place. Would you like a demonstration of that, too?”


Max’s gaze stayed locked with mine, never veering, never faltering. “I’m thinking.”


I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. But who was I fooling? I’d wanted Max to touch me for a long time. I’d dreamed about it and gotten off while imagining him fucking me. But what about Garrett? I’d fantasized about being with multiple men, too, so I’d consider his presence icing on the beefcake.


Part of me wished Max and I were alone, but it was probably better we weren’t. Less intimate, which I needed. As it was, the intensity of his stare threatened to melt me into a puddle.


“Please touch me, Max,” I whispered, unable to stop myself. At least, I think I verbalized the words, but I may have simply mouthed them. “Please.”


Max’s eyes widened. His nostrils flared. And he hesitated a long, tortuous moment before stepping into me and yanking the garment’s outer edges into the valley between my breasts, completely exposing me—and then cupping the undersides of my breasts.




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AUTHOR Bio and Links:



Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!


In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.


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GIVEAWAY INFORMATION


Brandi Evans will be awarding 3 $10 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to three randomly drawn winners via rafflecopter during the tour.