Thank you for joining us on for the Release Day Celebrations for Damnation's Door, an Urban Fantasy by Amy Braun (7 June 2016, Amy Braun, 381 pages). This is the third and final book in the Cursed series.
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Author Amy Braun will be awarding a signed paperback of Damnation's Door, signed ebook copies of Demon's Daughter and Dark Divinity + swag to randomly drawn winners via Rafflecopter during the tour.
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Synopsis
Demons are free. Angels are fallen. Hope is dying…Constance Ramirez and her adopted sister, Andromeda, have stopped Lucifer’s plan– They have closed the Heaven Gate and kept the demons out. But their choice came with brutal consequences, and now every angel on earth is trapped in their mortal body.
All that remains is closing the Hell Gate and establishing a balance once and for all. That means returning to the city of Constance’s nightmares, which has become a haven for murderers and monsters. But even more dangerous than their hunt is that Andromeda’s powers and instincts are turning darker, and this time Constance doesn’t know how to protect her.
Constance is ready to fight for her life, but her enemies have plans she can’t begin to imagine, and they’re prepared to make her suffer…
Trust is lost and hearts are broken in the epic conclusion in Amy Braun’s Cursed trilogy…
Teaser: Excerpt
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Nobody was in a good mood when we got back to our current “safe house.” It was a place where I’d once done a job during my time with the Espanis de Sangre– the Blood Thorns. I’d kicked in the door of the house, scaring the fuck out of the man and his family. I remembered the way his wife tried to defend him, raising a frying pan to hit me with.I’d stopped that by grabbing her hand in one fist and breaking her nose with the other. The children cried when I took their daddy away. That had been the worst part, because I knew their father was never going to come back.
I locked the door behind me and placed a chair under the doorknob. It was a pitiful form of defense against demons and psychotic drug lords, but now that Sephiel was human and unable to make protective wards, cheap solutions were all we had.
I turned around and looked at my friends. All of them were slumped in various positions across the living room. Sephiel stood vigilantly in the corner closest to me. He was dressed in his white leather trench coat, white shirt, white pants, and boots. His wavy auburn hair was flatter now, and I thought I saw hints of grey at his temples. His blue eyes were slowly losing their brightness. I noticed the bags underneath them.
Brooding in the left corner was a professional demon slayer, and my new lover, John Warrick.Broad shouldered and tall, Warrick was the definition of ruggedly handsome. His thick, dark oak hair was almost past his ears now. He was starting to grow some stubble around his mouth and cheeks. He wore dark blue jeans, a grey T-shirt, brown leather jacket, and black boots. Warrick’s arms were folded over his chest, and I started to wish they were around me instead. Then I caught a glimpse of the angry twist of his lips, and figured this might not be the best time for some cuddling.
Sitting on the patchy olive green sofa directly across from me sat Max, who was working on honing his psychic abilities. He was able to sense things about people, like emotions and intent, though it was more powerful when he touched them. He was trying to use his gifts to discover what the demons were planning, but they were much stronger than he was. He’d be turning nineteen soon, though he looked more like an unpolished sixteen year old. Like Warrick, the young psychic was growing a small goatee. His skin was a dull gold like mine, and his eyes were a gentle, dark brown. Max didn’t have much in the muscle department, but he focused on keeping us optimistic and looking out for Dro. He was the kind of person who didn’t need physical strength to be strong.
Max was nestled beside my sister, holding her pale hand in his bronze one. I wondered if his ability was on, if he could feel the emotions rushing through my sister.
I hoped not, because she wasn’t happy.
Dro stared at me with resentment, disappointment, and guilt. I wondered how much of it was directed at me, or if she was trapped with dark reflections of herself. In the nearly seventeen years since I had found her alone in the forest, crying in patch of scorched earth, Dro had rarely ever looked at me with disappointment this obvious. Sure, I had screwed things up for both of us, but she always found a way to forgive me.
This seemed like a last look, as if I was finally drying up all of the patience she once had for me.And if she directed all these dark emotions at herself...
I matched her stare. I’d told her over and over again that what was happening to us wasn’t her fault. Dro and I wanted nothing more than to live normal lives. We hadn’t asked to be tangled in a pissing contest between Heaven and Hell. Dro hadn’t asked to be the Key to unleashing it all. She had just been born.
Being alive shouldn’t have been a burden.
Chapter 2
Nobody was in a good mood when we got back to our current “safe house.” It was a place where I’d once done a job during my time with the Espanis de Sangre– the Blood Thorns. I’d kicked in the door of the house, scaring the fuck out of the man and his family. I remembered the way his wife tried to defend him, raising a frying pan to hit me with.I’d stopped that by grabbing her hand in one fist and breaking her nose with the other. The children cried when I took their daddy away. That had been the worst part, because I knew their father was never going to come back.
I locked the door behind me and placed a chair under the doorknob. It was a pitiful form of defense against demons and psychotic drug lords, but now that Sephiel was human and unable to make protective wards, cheap solutions were all we had.
I turned around and looked at my friends. All of them were slumped in various positions across the living room. Sephiel stood vigilantly in the corner closest to me. He was dressed in his white leather trench coat, white shirt, white pants, and boots. His wavy auburn hair was flatter now, and I thought I saw hints of grey at his temples. His blue eyes were slowly losing their brightness. I noticed the bags underneath them.
Brooding in the left corner was a professional demon slayer, and my new lover, John Warrick.Broad shouldered and tall, Warrick was the definition of ruggedly handsome. His thick, dark oak hair was almost past his ears now. He was starting to grow some stubble around his mouth and cheeks. He wore dark blue jeans, a grey T-shirt, brown leather jacket, and black boots. Warrick’s arms were folded over his chest, and I started to wish they were around me instead. Then I caught a glimpse of the angry twist of his lips, and figured this might not be the best time for some cuddling.
Sitting on the patchy olive green sofa directly across from me sat Max, who was working on honing his psychic abilities. He was able to sense things about people, like emotions and intent, though it was more powerful when he touched them. He was trying to use his gifts to discover what the demons were planning, but they were much stronger than he was. He’d be turning nineteen soon, though he looked more like an unpolished sixteen year old. Like Warrick, the young psychic was growing a small goatee. His skin was a dull gold like mine, and his eyes were a gentle, dark brown. Max didn’t have much in the muscle department, but he focused on keeping us optimistic and looking out for Dro. He was the kind of person who didn’t need physical strength to be strong.
Max was nestled beside my sister, holding her pale hand in his bronze one. I wondered if his ability was on, if he could feel the emotions rushing through my sister.
I hoped not, because she wasn’t happy.
Dro stared at me with resentment, disappointment, and guilt. I wondered how much of it was directed at me, or if she was trapped with dark reflections of herself. In the nearly seventeen years since I had found her alone in the forest, crying in patch of scorched earth, Dro had rarely ever looked at me with disappointment this obvious. Sure, I had screwed things up for both of us, but she always found a way to forgive me.
This seemed like a last look, as if I was finally drying up all of the patience she once had for me.And if she directed all these dark emotions at herself...
I matched her stare. I’d told her over and over again that what was happening to us wasn’t her fault. Dro and I wanted nothing more than to live normal lives. We hadn’t asked to be tangled in a pissing contest between Heaven and Hell. Dro hadn’t asked to be the Key to unleashing it all. She had just been born.
Being alive shouldn’t have been a burden.
Damnation's Door
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The Series: Cursed
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Demon's Daughter [1]
Wanted by law enforcement. Chased by drug cartels. Hunted by demons...
Constance Ramirez has more than her share of problems when it comes to protecting her adopted sister, Andromeda. Especially since Andromeda isn’t fully human, and her strange powers are dangerous and out of control.
But Constance will do anything to keep her safe, which won’t be easy with bounty hunters hired by the drug cartel she betrayed looking to capture her, and savage monsters seeking to take Andromeda for their own dark purposes.
Being a big sister has never been so hard... Or so deadly.
[Published 7 June 2015, 325 pages]
Dark Divinity [2]
Hell has risen. Heaven is descending.Sacrifices are made...
It’s been two months since Constance Ramirez’s adopted sister Andromeda was used as the Key to opening the Gates of Heaven and Hell. They escaped with their lives, but made countless enemies as a result.
Now that demons are beginning to weave into ordinary lives, their only hope is to find a way to close the Gates of Heaven and Hell before the angels and demons begin a war. Something that becomes only harder as one of Constance’s deadliest enemies resurfaces.
But as they struggle to stay alive and find the Gates, they learn that a huge sacrifice will be required if they succeed, and this time, Constance isn’t sure the cost will outweigh the reward...
[Published 1 December 2015, 298 pages]
About the Author
Amy is a Canadian urban fantasy and horror author. Her work revolves around monsters, magic, mythology, and mayhem. She started writing in her early teens, and never stopped. She loves building unique worlds filled with fun characters and intense action.
She is the recipient of April Moon Books Editor Award for "author voice, world-building and general bad-assery," and the One Book Two Standout Award in 2015 for her Cursed trilogy. She has been featured on various author blogs and publishing websites, and is an active member of the Writing GIAM and Weekend Writing Warrior communities.
When she isn't writing, she's reading, watching movies, taking photos, gaming, and struggling with chocoholism and ice cream addiction.
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