Whispers of the Nordic Draugr by Caroline Helenasdotter Book Tour! @SilverDaggerBookTours #WhispersOfTheNordicDraugr @author_helenasdotter

 

In 16th-century Scandinavia, Katarina's fate intertwines

 with Ulrik's dark demonic past. Love and darkness

 converge in a captivating tale of redemption amidst

 ancient legends. 

Whispers of the Nordic Draugr

by Caroline Helenasdotter

Genre

 Historical Paranormal Romance, Romantasy 

In the misty realms of 16th-century Scandinavia, where myths dance with reality, Katarina finds herself ensnared in a perilous dance between the mortal and the ethereal. Possessed by the elusive mare, her world fractures, and the shadows grow darker. But amidst the chaos, a reluctant guardian emerges - Ulrik, the enigmatic master of her estate, harboring demonic secrets darker than the midnight sea.

Haunted by a past veiled in blood and sorrow, Ulrik battles not only his own demons but the sinister machinations of Vasilij, his tyrannical draugr maker. Bound by an unholy pact, their fates entwine with Katarina's, as love and darkness collide in a deadly game of fate.

As Ulrik and Katarina traverse the treacherous landscapes of love and fear, they must confront not only the malevolent mare but the looming specter of Vasilij, whose hunger for power knows no bounds. In a tale woven with romance and terror, their journey unfolds, where every step taken could lead to salvation or damnation.

Enter a world where passion ignites amidst the howling winds, and where the line between hero and villain blurs in the flickering light of ancient legends. Prepare to be ensnared in the spellbinding tale of Katarina and Ulrik, where love defies even the darkest of shadows.

Experience a spellbinding blend of love, passion, folklore and mystique.

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As the night approached and darkness swallowed the surroundings, the room was illuminated by candlelight. October was on the horizon, with autumn's cold and merciless winds already making their presence known. Summer had been spent preparing for the inevitable arrival of autumn and winter. The harsh, unforgiving winters could mean the difference between survival and ruin for the household. The eerie howling winds outside served as a warning of the bitter night ahead, a harsh reminder that those who were ill-prepared would face grave consequences.

Katarina pondered how to initiate a conversation, she felt hesitant in the presence of Ulrik. With insecurity gnawing at her insides, Katarina grappled with the uncomfortable silence that pervaded the room. The weight of unspoken words flowed rhythmically in the air. Ulrik continued to stare into space, seemingly lost in his own world, his gaze fixed upon some unseen horizon. In the suffocating stillness of the night, the boundaries between reality and nightmare blurred, casting a curtain of uncertainty over the promised nightfall.

"I remember," she said, her gaze fixed on Ulrik, her words infused with gratitude.

"You remember what?" Ulrik inquired, his voice echoed with an unnerving calmness, devoid of any traceable emotion.

"Everything," Katarina replied, stumbling over her words like a startled deer. Ulrik remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the darkness beyond the candlelight. Suddenly, with a fluid grace that disguised his towering stature, he rose from his chair. Striding towards Katarina with purposeful steps, Ulrik came to a halt right in front of her. His presence seemed to command time itself, catching Katarina off guard. She knew he was a dangerous man, yet she couldn't bring herself to fear him anymore. Instead, a curious blend of apprehension and fascination coursed through her veins. After years of working for Ulrik, if he had intended harm, he could have inflicted it easily. An intense longing emanated from his eyes, his desire to protect her rooted in their childhood acquaintance. Over time, his feelings had evolved into something deeper, and Katarina could sense the passion coursing through his veins.

"Tell me, what do you mean by 'everything'?" Ulrik's voice was a low, rumbling growl, his scent and energy made her nervous.

"The mare is trying to claim my soul, and you are trying to protect me from its foul grip," Katarina almost whispered the words, her voice hoarse. She met Ulrik’s gaze, his eyes delving into the depths of her soul. Katarina could clearly see the reflection of a man willing to slay all demons and devils to rescue her from harm. He was a man haunted by the phantoms of his past yet fuelled by an unquenchable flame that burned within the hollows of his tormented soul. A man who would not bend or yield, invigorated by a fire that would consume all who dared to threaten those he held dear. 

"You should not be able to remember that." Ulrik said in a low voice, his words slithered through the air like a serpent's hiss. 

"I do remember," Katarina continued, her lips caressing the words. Each syllable was filled with an eerie certainty. He had given her hope within a dangerous situation. 

"Are you not afraid?" Ulrik asked, curiosity etched in the darkness dancing across his face.

"The mare is a very dangerous creature," Katarina began, her blond hair catching the light from the flickering candles. "I do fear for my life and the state of my soul."

"I mean, are you not afraid of me?" Ulrik asked, lingering on his words as he took a step closer, standing just centimetres from Katarina. She could feel his presence, every ounce of his character leaning in towards her. Everything that was dangerous about him, and everything that was good about him, echoed within her soul. There was something truly perilous about him, the abilities of a demon combined with the past of a vicious monster. But there was also something safe about him, the memory of an innocent boy with hopeful dreams and a kind heart, blended with the ideals and morals of a noble man. Cruel and gruesome experiences had extinguished the light in his once hopeful eyes. Was Ulrik capable of killing her and every villager with his powers? Without a doubt. Had he committed heinous crimes during the war? Undoubtedly. He wore the suffering of his victims like a mask of shame. Ulrik was no longer human, he was a draugr, a demonic creature swallowed by darkness. It would be foolish not to fear him. And yet, Katarina felt no fear when looking into his eyes. Not anymore. She was confident that he would not wield his abilities to cause her harm or injury. The fear she once felt had transformed into a calm assurance. Now it seemed like Ulrik held the key to her salvation. Despite the darkness that cloaked him, she sensed a kindred spirit, a beacon of light among the endless darkness.

"No," Katarina uttered, surprising Ulrik, who found contentment within her words.

"Why not? You know my true nature; you know that I am a draugr. What is a draugr?" Ulrik's inquiry lingered in the air. 

"A demon," Katarina replied in a low voice, each syllable heavy with the weight of forbidden knowledge. "A demon with powers capable of transforming into a vicious monster that devours humans. A monster with the strength, speed, and abilities of twenty men. A demon weakened by the sun, dwelling in the dark, often feeding on humans and capable of turning whomever it desires into one of its own. A creature of the night that prowls the shadows in search of prey " Katarina whispered, her response was scarcely more than a breath.

"And still, you do not fear me?" Ulrik paused, his question swayed in the air, a fragile thread poised on the precipice of oblivion. 

"You said that you wanted to protect me, you said that you would fight for me," Katarina said honestly. "I trust that you will not harm me, even though you easily could."

"No, I will not harm you," Ulrik affirmed, sitting down on a chair, running his hand through his dark hair.

Caroline Helenasdotter is a Swedish author born in 1986, living in the south of Sweden with her partner and two small children aged 3 and 6. 

She holds a bachelor's degree in political science and language from the University of Lund. Helenasdotter has lived and worked in Switzerland, Norway, Portugal, and Russia, and she is fluent in Portuguese.

When not writing or spending time with her family, she enjoys practicing yoga, martial arts, and running.

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Fowl Play

The Maddy Whitman Mystery Series Book 1

by Carla Howatt and Monique MacDonald

Genre

Humorous Cozy Mystery

It's all fun and games until your goose gets cooked.

Maddy Whitman, the sharp-witted aficionado of the storage auction world, is on a rollercoaster ride through hilarious mishaps and heart-pounding twists in "Fowl Play". When she stumbles upon a peculiar Mexican mask in a storage unit she bought at an auction, she unwittingly sets off a chain of events that lead her straight into the heart of a gripping mystery. With danger lurking around every corner and a kidnapped woman's life on the line, Maddy must decode cryptic clues left by a cunning killer.

As tensions soar and the clock ticks, can she untangle the web of deception before it's too late? Packed with humor, suspense, and the irresistible charm of its female sleuth, "Fowl Play" is a must-read adventure that will leave you guessing until the very end.

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Carla Howatt lives in Alberta, Canada where she helped raise four children, two husbands and a few pugs. A communicator at heart, Carla is also a proud introvert, port inhaler and dark chocolate hunter.

Her pets Carrera, Mercedes, Enzo and Mufasa keep her laughing and her husband keeps her smiling.

Montreal-born, Edmonton-raised, Monique M. MacDonald started writing at her grandmother's kitchen table the moment she could scribble with a crayon. This eventually led to using a keyboard as a columnist for several newspapers and magazines.

She writes like she lives, with a sense of humor.

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I have to be careful. As a federal judge, all eyes are on me to make the right choices regarding the fate of those convicted of crimes. But when I’m off the bench, all I want is to sit back, have someone else make decisions, and let them control the narrative. Meeting an ex-convict with everything I'm looking for in and out of the bedroom wasn't on my bucket list, but here we are. And now, I want nothing more than this man and his dominance.

The big case I’ve been hoping for brings danger, and when someone threatens my life and kidnaps me, all hands are on deck to save me. The FBI and the Appalachian STAR team are determined to find me, but there's only one person I trust enough to rescue me—the tormented man who holds my heart.

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Harleigh Sinclair and the Raiders of the Lost Ankh The Harleigh Sinclair Series Book 1 by Tamara Grantham Blog Tour! #TheHarleighSinclairSeries @tamaraclairegrantham @authortamaragrantham @SilverDaggerBookTours

 

Finding lost artifacts? Not a problem. 

Doing it with a too-cocky billionaire? Impossible. 

Harleigh Sinclair and the Raiders of the Lost Ankh

The Harleigh Sinclair Series Book 1

by Tamara Grantham

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Adventure  

Getting confessions from notorious serial killers? Easy.

Stealing priceless Egyptian artifacts? No problem.

Doing it with a cocky, too-handsome-for-his-own-good bad boy?

 Impossible.

My name is Harleigh Sinclair, and I’m a Neotact. That’s a fancy word for a person who has special powers using touch. My special power? I can touch a person, see into their mind, and find any object they’ve physically contacted. Comes in handy when you’re employed by San Antonio’s wealthiest entrepreneur who’s in the business of finding lost relics. However, my job description does come with a few hitches.

My most recent client is a man named Jagg Ransom. He’s arrogant and too attractive for his own good. My mission is to purchase an ancient Egyptian ankh from him and deliver it to my boss. Sounds easy, right?

But Ransom refuses to cooperate, so I have no choice but to break into his apartment and steal the location of the amulet from his mind. Bad idea. Like, really bad idea.

I find out that this relic happens to be the relic that gave five percent of Earth’s population Neotact powers. I also learn that Ransom isn’t who he says he is, and I’m forced onto a path that will take me from my home in Texas to a hidden dungeon of a Scottish castle, and then into the heart of a deadly Egyptian desert. Finding the ankh is hard enough. Fighting my feelings for Jagg Ransom is worse.

If I can’t find the ankh in time, not only will I be out of a job, but I’ll lose everything I value—including my own life.

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HARLEIGH SINCLAIR AND THE RAIDERS OF THE LOST ANKH

CHAPTER THREE

Tamara Grantham

I waited near the bar at Bohanan’s, clenching my gloved hands, resisting the

urge to move the strands of hair tickling my cheeks. Lexi had curled it in

flowing waves, then styled it in a loose knot at the back of my neck,

carefully arranging a few curls to fall down my face. The scent of

hair product—natural botanical leave-in-conditioner, as Lexi had

informed me—left a light fragrant scent lingering in the air.

You had to give it to my sister, she was a genius when it came to fashion

and beauty. As I pulled at my skirt, my exposed legs felt cold in the air

conditioning. Sitting here waiting was wearing on me. He was supposed

to be here ten minutes ago. Where was this guy? Jagg Ransom.

Sounded like a con-artist or some rich schmuck. If he’d purchased

the amulet, he must’ve been. 

I groaned under my breath. This evening couldn’t get over soon enough. 

The host approached me. “Miss Sinclair, I have your table ready,

if you’ll follow me.”

Nodding, I sauntered appropriately while wearing heels. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t

know how to walk in them. Doing previous jobs for Greyson had given me

a certain amount of training, and I’d learned my way around a pair of stilettos.

Didn’t make me comfortable in them, but I could hold my own.

Soft conversations came from the people sitting around the tables

covered with white cloths. Lamps centered on each surface gave a muted

light to the space. The host stopped near a table by the back wall, but I politely

cleared my throat.

“Would it be too much trouble to be seated by the window?” I pointed to

an empty spot near the wall of glass overlooking Houston Street. 

“No problem at all. This way.”

I followed him, then sat in the cushioned chair as he placed a menu

in front of me. I ordered breadsticks and a water. When he left, I peered

out the window. Round bulbs glowed around the historic Majestic

Theater sign across the street, and tall buildings rose in the distance

against a dark evening sky. A few people walked past.

It took something out of me to sit here and pretend to be someone I wasn’t.

Get the amulet’s location, I reminded myself. That’s all that matters.

My basket of breadsticks arrived, and I nibbled on one as I watched

people walk past outside. Ransom should’ve been easy enough to notice.

I’d spot his ride first. A Porsche or Lamborghini. Maybe a Lexus.

I’d know for sure when he stepped out of his car. Most likely he’d be

wearing a tailored suit. It wouldn’t be store bought. That wouldn’t

be his type. He’d wear a sensible monochromatic tie. Nothing too flashy.

His shoes would be the giveaway. They’d be recently polished, no scuffs,

no marks, nothing that would hint at spending any time outdoors or

walking through mud puddles. His shoes would tread only on the marble

tiles of billion-dollar estates.

A shadow loomed. My gaze wandered up to a mammoth of a man standing

over me. 

“Sinclair?” he asked, his voice deep and laced with a dangerous edge.

I gave him a shrewd glare in an attempt to hide my surprise. “Ransom?”

I stood, berating myself for not recognizing him. 

“Yeah,” he said casually, his tone bored and uninterested. “We meeting tonight?”

“We were meeting,” I answered. “Twenty minutes ago.” 

He shrugged, looked past me, and grabbed a breadstick off the table.

“Damn I’m starving,” he said as he ripped off a bite with his teeth. 

I watched him eat with one-part shock and another part disgust.

Who was this idiot? I stood tall and placed my hands on my hips,

though the top of my head barely reached his chin. He must’ve been

part Tongan or Samoan. His deeply tanned skin hinted at a life s

pent outdoors. Bleached brunette hair had been braided into cornrows

that hung down to his shoulders. His frame rivaled any bodybuilder,

and his suit hugged his muscles so tightly, I was surprised the seams hadn’t ripped.

He wore no tie, and beneath his purple suit jacket with leather elbow

patches, he sported a Hawaiian shirt. When I glanced at his feet, my shock deepened.

He wore a pair of orange flip-flops.

A drop of anger simmered in my chest. Being so incredibly wrong about

someone didn’t happen often, and annoyance clawed at me that I’d let it happen now. 

He grabbed a chair, spun it around backward, and sat.

Harleigh Sinclair and the Ice Crusade

The Harleigh Sinclair Series Book 2

Finding lost artifacts is my specialty, but when an Inuit artifact is hidden

 in the wilds of Alaska, finding it could be more difficult than I’ve

 bargained for.

My name is Harleigh Sinclair. I’ve been using my abilities as a Neotact to find ancient relics with special powers. After teaming up with a man named Jagg Ransom—a Crimson Knight with a mysterious past—we’re on the search for five lost artifacts with immense powers.

Our current quest takes us to a remote village in the Alaskan wilderness. But when we arrive, we’re greeted by angry villagers who blame us for the disappearance of one of their trackers. He’s been kidnapped by my former coworker, and the two are on the path to find the relic before us.

If we can’t find the relic first, the object will fall into the hands of an evil organization called the Blood Raiders. Worse, we’re not alone. The Inuit artifact is guarded by a giant beast of lore—one that would rather see us dead than accomplish our mission.

But failure isn’t an option. If the Blood Raiders succeed in obtaining the

 relic, they’ll use it in a plot to destroy the world as we know it.

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Tamara Grantham is the award-winning author of more than a dozen books and novellas, including the Olive Kennedy: Fairy World MD series, the Shine novellas, and the Twisted Ever After trilogy. Dreamthief, the first book of her Fairy World MD series, won first place for fantasy in INDIEFAB’S Book of the Year Awards, a RONE award for best New Adult Romance, and is a #1 bestseller on Amazon with over 200 five-star reviews.

Tamara holds a Bachelor’s degree in English from Lamar University. She has been a featured speaker at multiple writing conferences, and she has been a panelist at Comic Con Wizard World speaking on the topic of female leads. For her first published project, she collaborated with New York-Times bestselling author, William Bernhardt, in writing the Shine series.

Born and raised in Texas, Tamara now lives with her husband and five children in Wichita, Kansas. She rarely has any free time, but when the stars align and she gets a moment to relax, she enjoys reading fantasy novels, taking nature walks--which fuel her inspiration for creating fantastical worlds--and watching every Star Wars or Star Trek movie ever made. You can find her online at www.TamaraGrantham.com.

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