Thoughts in Progress: The Brutal Time (+ Giveaway)

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

The Brutal Time (+ Giveaway)

* The Brutal Time
* by Christina Bauer
* (Angelbound Origins #6)
* Published by: Monster House Books
* Publication date: October 29th 2019
* Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal, Young Adult

“I love the Angelbound Origins world and just can’t seem to get enough of it!” – The Avid Reader

As the Great Scala, Myla Lewis is the only being who can move Purgatory’s souls to Heaven or Hell. It’s a big job. Too bad Myla goes through assistants faster than a hot knife through brownies. Not that it bothers her much; Myla’s always been a solo fighter.

Then comes the problem of the fading angels. Millions of Heavenly residents are dying. According to a prophecy, the only way Myla can save them is by traveling back in time, meeting King Arthur, and creating her own knights of the round table. The catch? Doing so might end the after-realms in a bloody demonpocalypse.
Yipes.

Myla and her main squeeze, Lincoln, aren’t afraid of taking a few chances (in between kisses). But with so much at risk, the stakes may be too high, even for them. And the biggest challenge of all? Finding those knights.

Because Myla Lewis doesn’t play well with others. At all.

“These books don’t just capture your attention, they straight up demand it. Christina Bauer has created a fascinating and unique world that you do not want to miss out on.” – Bookhalolic Brittany

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Now an excerpt for your reading pleasure.

Sample Chapter – Arena Dressing Room

Lacing my fingers with Lincoln’s, I guide my guy off the Arena floor. The moving spotlights make it easy to slip off unnoticed into a nearby archway. Then it’s a matter of navigating through the back corridors until we reach small stone room. There’s not much to speak of here, outside of some hooks on the walls and a few large wooden trunks.

I step into the center of the space and twirl. “Here it is. Changing room central.”

Lincoln slips off his jacket and sets it onto a nearby trunk. “Did you come here after we met?”

There’s a certain predatory gleam in my guy’s eyes that I’m enjoying very much indeed. “Oh, sure,” I reply. “I had lots of matches after we first met.”

My gaze lands on a particular trunk. Memories appear. My face turns eleven shades of red.

Lincoln notices the trunk in question as well as my blush. He steps up to the trunk and damn, my fantasies were all correct. The lid comes to just the right height at his waistline.

Lincoln runs his fingers over the lid. “And what is there about this particular piece of furniture, may I ask?”

“No point telling you that I don’t know what you’re talking about, huh?”

“None.”

“Well, I might have thought about you, the trunk and, um, things.”

Lincoln steps closer. “Things?”

“I’d put on my dragonscale suit and wonder what would happen if you came into the dressing room or something.”

That predatory look returns to Lincoln’s mismatched eyes. It makes me feel all woozy inside. Not a bad thing.

“I love this story. So you’d be … what?”

I gesture toward the trunk. “Sitting here.”

Lincoln scoops me up and sets me right atop the trunk. “Like this?”

“Uh-huh.”

A knowing grin rounds his mouth. “So I could stand before you like this.” He rests his hands on my knees. His skin is all warm and rough at once. Little by little, Lincoln slowly guides my legs apart and presses my skirt up to my hips. Then he steps between my legs.

“Almost like that,” I say breathlessly.

At last, Lincoln presses himself against me. At this angle, his hardness hits all the right places. “Do you mean this?” he asks.

Fire sparks inside my core. “Exactly.”

“I can see the appeal.” Lincoln slowly trails his hands over my body. Wherever he touches me, there’s an electric zing of desire. Leaning in, he stops when his mouth hovers a breath above mine. “You know what I want.”

“I do.” I lick along the seam of his lips. “And I’m calling in my prize.”

Author Bio:
Christina Bauer thinks that fantasy books are like bacon: they just make life better. All of which is why she writes romance novels that feature demons, dragons, wizards, witches, elves, elementals, and a bunch of random stuff that she brainstorms while riding the Boston T. Oh, and she includes lots of humor and kick-ass chicks, too.

Christina graduated from Syracuse University’s Newhouse School with BA’s in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.