Excerpt & Giveaway: The Fae Games Duet by Jill Ramsower

The Fae Games Duet
Jill Ramsower
(The Fae Games #1 & 2)
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

When Rebecca Peterson walks away from everything she knows to follow her dreams in Ireland, she never expects to be thrown into a world of vicious Fae and deadly secrets. On the dreary streets of Belfast, her terrifying nightmares are rekindled, and this time they aren’t confined to her imagination. Complicating her life further, Becca crosses paths with two mysterious strangers—both alluring in different ways, but are either of them to be trusted?

Her journey takes her deep into the treacherous Shadow Lands, where both her knowledge and courage will be tested. Navigating this new landscape of deceit and manipulation is paramount if she is to stop hordes of blood-thirsty Faeries from invading Earth. With time running out, will her limited training be enough to take on a centuries old enemy hell-bent on death and destruction? To keep those she loves safe, Becca is willing to risk it all.

In this captivating duet, Jill Ramsower takes her readers from the streets of Belfast on a harrowing journey to the most dangerous corners of Faery, where fear is a lethal enemy and trust is a luxury few can afford.

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EXCERPT

Reflecting on my lunch with Ronan as I walked down the dark sidewalk, I hadn’t noticed a large crack in the pavers and my heel lodged itself deep inside, rolling my ankle. I caught myself before I face-planted on the wet ground. I was fairly certain I hadn’t done any damage to my ankle besides some mild discomfort. However, I could tell in a glance that the heel of my pump had twisted loose. I took off the shoe and hobbled over to lean on a spot against the nearby wall where I could assess my shoe and determine whether it was salvageable. The awning I was under cast a heavy shadow and made it hard to see so I moved myself to a better spot. Just as I resituated myself a few feet down the wall beneath the lamplight, my eyes were drawn to a woman walking down the sidewalk.
At first glance I would have said she was heading to an event or a night on the town. Her smooth, flowing blond hair was artfully styled and she wore a black cocktail dress clinging to her shapely figure. She strode with such a confident air that my shoeless state was forgotten and I was helpless against gawking at her as she drew closer.
As I focused on the features of her face, my eyes seemed to play tricks on me. As if she were a holograph, the image of the woman became transparent and beneath that a much more monstrous figure materialized. She wore the image of beauty like a skin, projected to conceal the horror that was underneath. Her true skin was a sickly grey, covering a boney figure with filthy talon-like fingernails. Her black stringy hair hung limply down far enough that it covered her breasts and the rest of her naked form was bare. The most disturbing part of the image was her blood-red eyes adeptly scanning her surroundings.
Like a rabbit knows to run from a wolf, I knew that this creature was deadly. But by the time I had seen through to the danger, it was too late to run. As she neared where I stood in the lamplight, just a matter of feet from me, my body locked in abject terror and I sucked in a barely audible gasp of air to my burning lungs.
Instantly she whipped her head in my direction, eyes scouring the brick wall for signs of where the noise had come from. By some miracle, her eyes skated right over me like I wasn’t there. Her nose lifted and she sniffed the air, as if she were searching for a scent.
I managed to stay absolutely silent, even as her mouth opened, allowing the dim light to glint off two sharp fangs. She stood only about a foot away, so close that I could smell her foul breath. Unable to locate any offending presence, she reluctantly continued on her way, still scanning the wall as she walked.
I watched until she was long out of sight and even then, it took me what seemed like ages before my joints unlocked and I was able to step away from the wall. My shaking hand came down from my open mouth and my eyes darted around in fear that she had not been the only monster out in the night. I dropped my broken shoe to the ground, flung off the other, and sprinted for home.
--Shadow Play, Chp. 6

Author Bio:
Jill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she’s an attorney, travel junkie, and voracious reader.

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