Friday, June 7, 2013

Book Tour: Wounded Angel by Stacy Gail Excerpt & Giveaway

Book three in The Earth Angels

A descendant of the Angel of Vengeance, Nate da Luca was gifted with an uncanny ability to find things. It made his job as a detective a breeze—until he learned the hard way that some things should remain hidden. After that, his powers vanished, along with his belief in himself. Which is going to make tracking down Gabriella Littlefield for his latest client a challenge.

Personal trainer Ella Little paid a hefty price for her life—now all she wants is to live it in peace. Then a sexy hulk of a man turns up in her gym, reigniting desires she thought she'd left behind along with her real name and hair color.

Desires she can't deny even after she discovers Nate's no stranger to her dark past.

Before he can convince her the attraction is mutual, Nate's going to have to earn Ella's trust. But a demon is playing for keeps in the world of humans, using Ella as bait, and the last thing they have is time…


“Feel free to help yourself, Nate. Those rolls come from the bakery by the gym. Ironically they do a brisk business, thanks to our clientele rewarding themselves for working out. Do twenty reps and give yourself a cookie.”

“Thanks, but I didn’t come here to bum a meal off of you.”

“Coffee and a roll could never be called a meal.” As she spoke, she placed a mug of steaming coffee at his place and settled down across from him with her own mug, then forked a gooey roll onto his plate when he didn’t serve himself. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but considering how you were trying to demolish my door, I have a feeling you didn’t drop by to see if my Southern hospitality muscles were rusty.”

His face was the grimmest she had ever seen it as he took a fortifying sip of coffee. “I thought I’d find you dead.”

“I gathered that from what you were yelling, so that doesn’t surprise me.” Surprise, no. Alarm, yes. On every possible level, her instincts were on red alert and she was ready to bolt into the nearest hole she could find. “The question is why you thought this. It’s not like I’m in any danger of spontaneously keeling over. Don’t I appear to be in relatively decent shape?”

“Whatever goddesslike shape you’re in has nothing to do with suffering a sudden accident.”

Her mind veered off into two radically different directions—the irrelevant and the ominous. “Goddesslike? You think I’m in goddesslike shape?”

Funny, how the irrelevant was so much more appealing than the ominous.


Author Bio: A competitive figure skater from the age of eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By the age of fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure skating coach who was also a published romance writer, or a romance writer who was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.

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Stacy will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn host.

The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:


  1. I must admit I'd be more inclined to latch onto "goddesslike shape" rather than anthing else,.


    1. *laughs* You and me both, Mary. Way cooler than the ominous stuff. :D

  2. Thanks for the excerpt. I love that he finds her godess-like

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  3. Nice excerpt, thank you.


    1. Thanks for dropping by, Ingeborg! :)

  4. Well, it’s Friday. Had fun following you around this week and looking forward to more good stuff next week. Have a great weekend!
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  5. Sounds intriguing

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  6. Sounds like a great read.charlahinkle @ gmail. Com

  7. What woman wouldn't want to be called "goddess-like shape". I know my mind would have focused on that first too.

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