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Blog Tour + Giveaway: Stone the Crows (Wolf Winter #2) by T.A. Moore



Welcome author T.A. Moore to the clubhouse as she promotes her latest release from Dreamspinner Press, Stone the Crows (Wolf Winter #2) She drops by with goodies: an exclusive Wolf Tale by Granny and a $20 Dreamspinner gift card giveaway! Learn more about the paranormal romance today!




Title: Stone the Crows by TA Moore
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release: May 29, 2018
Cover Artist: Bree Archer - http://breearcher.com/

Blurb:
Stone the Crows - When the Winter comes, the Wolves will come down over the walls and eat little boys in their beds.
 
Doctor Nicholas Blake might still be afraid of the dark, but the monsters his grandmother tormented him with as a child aren’t real.
 
Or so he thought… until the sea froze, the country ground to a halt under the snow, and he found a half-dead man bleeding out while a dead woman watched. Now his nightmares impinge on his waking life, and the only one who knows what’s going on is his unexpected patient.
 
For Gregor it’s simple. The treacherous Prophets mutilated him and stole his brother Jack, and he’s going to kill them for it. Without his wolf, it might be difficult, but he’ll be damned if anyone else gets to kill Jack—even if he has to enlist the help of his distractingly attractive, but very human, doctor.
 
Except maybe the Prophets want something worse than death, and maybe Nick is less human than Gregor believes. As the dead gather and the old stories come true, the two men will need each other if they’re going to rescue Jack and stop the Prophets’ plan to loose something more terrible than the Wolf Winter.


Buy Links:
Amazon UK | Dreamspinner Press | Amazon US

Tour:
25 May - It’s About the Book
27 May - Boy Meets Boy
28 May - The Novel Approach
29 May - Joyfully Jay
30 May - Love Bytes
31 May - Dreamspinner Blog


When Dr Nicholas Blake was a little boy he lived with his Granny in a little grey house in a long grey street in Glasgow. His granny wasn’t like other grannies. Other grannies told their grandchildren to say their prayers before they went to bed, his Granny said it didn’t matter.
Once upon a time, she’d say after she tucked Nicholas in and turned the radiators down so far the windows would have frost lacing in the morning, the gods would listen to the prayers of men and wolves and, if it amused them, they’d answer them. It would never end well--gods don’t understand the needs of wolves and men and find disaster amusing--but at least they heard when you prayed.
Those days are past. People tried to short-change the gods, like misers at the corner shop with euros in their pocket, and the gods grew weary of the lip-service piety. So, like a cook with a sour broth, they are set to try again.
First they will send the winter. The seas will freeze and the ground will grow bones instead of wheat. Blood will freeze in the veins of the living, everything that man has built and made with falter and fail. This is the wind age, when the weak will die.
That’s when the wolves will go down over the wall. From John o’Groats to Land’s End they will harry those strong enough to have survived this long. The Run Away Man will lead them for a Wolf Winter is red as blood and has a butcher’s mercy for the sheep. This is the wolf age, when the only god who will listen for prayers is sharp-eared, bloody-tongued Fenrir.
When Fenrir is glutted, fat-bellied and sated, that is when the survivors will turn on each other. Brother will slay brother, mother will send her child to the wolf’s maw to buy herself one more day. This is the axe age, for that is all we’ll have left. Axes and knives. Sticks and stones.
After that the world will born to cinders and ashes, down to the bedrock, until there is nothing left standing that was built by men. Like a pot, scoured clean in the sink, so the dish can be cooked up better this time.
That’s when the gods will finally come back, to fight over who gets to shape this new place.
No need for you to worry about that though. A skinny little thing is barely a mouthful for a wolf. They’d eat you in your bed, from your toes to your ears, before you even have a chance to get cold.
Maybe even in your sleep, so you’d not know what happened.







Author Bio:

TA Moore genuinely believed that she was a Cabbage Patch Kid when she was a small child. This was the start of a lifelong attachment to the weird and fantastic. These days she lives in a market town on the Northern Irish coast and her friends have a rule that she can only send them three weird and disturbing links a month (although she still holds that a DIY penis bifurcation guide is interesting, not disturbing). She believes that adding ‘in space!’ to anything makes it at least 40% cooler, will try to pet pretty much any animal she meets (this includes snakes, excludes bugs), and once lied to her friend that she had climbed all the way up to Tintagel Castle in Cornwall, when actually she’d only gotten to the beach, realized it was really high, and chickened out.

 She aspires to being a cynical misanthrope, but is unfortunately held back by a sunny disposition and an inability to be mean to strangers. If TA Moore is mean to you, that means you’re friends now.





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2 comments:

  1. Congratulations on your new release, I can't wait to read it.

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  2. It's a lovely excerpt!

    --Trix, vitajex(at)Aol(Dot)com

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