Title Trapped
Genre Fantasy Fiction (ghost, paranormal, epic)
BLURB
Trapped
When
the Red Pelican Assassin's Guild offered Sarenka a job she thought she was
getting a safe cottage to live in while she spied on philandering
innkeepers. She had no idea it would lead to wanted posters flapping in
the ocean breeze and eating scraps from dog bowls. Branded a murderess, her
only chance for survival is to escape Burmtin.
Without
friends or allies she's lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true
face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will
do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts
fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one
thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?
“Enter
a world of decadent opulence and primitive tribalism. Unleash your imagination
and ride the tide of fantasy with shape-shifters and quicksilver demons. Lose
yourself in a labyrinthine world, Kyron’s Worlde.”
This
is a stand alone book in the Kyron's World saga. Other books in the series
include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction's Blade.
My Review
Trapped
By: E.S. Tilton
Overall Rating 4 Stars
This is
the first book I’ve read from this author. I got a copy for her blog tour. It
was really interesting and different from what I normally read. I think the
authors detail were fantastic and I felt as if I was really there with the
characters. The storyline is like none that I’ve read before. It was fresh and
fantastic. This had a different feel to the supernatural you had different
types. I think this book was a fast read, and it didn’t take me long at all to
read it. Sarenka is a wonderful character I really love her. She gets a job
that she thought was going to be safe, little did she now it wasn’t. I don’t want
to give much of the storyline away. This is a must read. I will be reading more
from this brilliant author.
Title Trapped – X
Genre Fantasy Fiction (ghost,
paranormal, epic)
Trapped – X
When
the Red Pelican Assassin's Guild offered Sarenka a job she thought she was
getting a safe cottage to live in while she spied on philandering
innkeepers. She had no idea it would lead to wanted posters flapping in
the ocean breeze and eating scraps from dog bowls. Branded a murderess, her
only chance for survival is to escape Burmtin.
Without
friends or allies she's lonely, desperate. Yet she dare not reveal her true
face for fear of what the slavers, mercenaries, pirates, and petty thieves will
do. Caught within a broiling cloud of deception, where psychics and ghosts
fight to control the twists of fate, Sarenka finds in the end that only one
thing matters: Can the same illusions that doom her, save her?
“Enter
a world of decadent opulence and primitive tribalism. Unleash your imagination
and ride the tide of fantasy with shape-shifters and quicksilver demons. Lose
yourself in a labyrinthine world, Kyron’s Worlde.”
This
is a stand alone book in the Kyron's World saga. Other books in the series
include Foretold: Betrayal and Foretold: Seduction's Blade.
This edition
of Trapped contains explicit sexual material intended for adults only.
E.S. Tilton BIO:
Avid gardener and costume enthusiast, ES Tilton spends
her time petting cats, loving on family, playing with computers, and writing
fantasy fiction. Despite a recent move
to the country, she claims there is never enough time to follow her dreams, to
whatever strange land they may lead. She
is the proud owner of two cats, one lover, three children, and more plants than
she can take care of. Her other
interests include dancing, herbal healing, psychic phenomena, and, of course,
pleasure.
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EXERPTS:
#1
I shouldn’t be... this is wrong. I should be... Her
thoughts reeled, searching for answers. On my cot, clean and bandaged, not...
sticky... and smelling like....
The pervading scent of blood burst through her mind,
creating explosive tingles throughout her body. Sarenka’s scarlet eyes snapped
open. The lights of her freni-kyn hair sparked, throwing off bits of glowing
color. She threw herself backward, scrabbling to get away but the chain
anchored her there. Too close. Oh god!
The master’s glazed eyes stared coldly across the short
space. Her stomach wrenched into dry heaves, sending shards of pain stabbing
through her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting off the
morning-after-nausea of the foreveron drug. A single pain-tear trickled down
her cheek before she forced her eyes open.
Dead... he’s... dead. Dizzying relief flooded her senses.
She stared at the man’s broken body, lip lifting in a snarl. And he’ll never
touch me again.
#2
Sarenka
squinted, darting glances from the uneven ground to darkened doorways to
shadowy alleyways and back again. The narrow streets were strewn with refuse
and sometimes excrement, forcing her to take care where she stepped in the
scattered torchlight. Unsavory smells assaulted her sensitive freni-kyn nose,
making her wish for a scented cloth to hold to her face. An impossibility; it
would make her a target, or worse, reveal her identity. The buildings leaned
drunkenly, supporting each other with rickety frames, as though they, like
their inhabitants, found solace at the bottom of a drinking horn. Bits and
pieces of wood and shell and cloth were tacked to the outside, not as
decoration, but at a means for holding the buildings together.
The
sound of children’s laughter drew her to a side street where scrawny bodies
threw dice and shouted with glee over their winnings. Half-eaten biscuits, a
wooden cup, threadbare shoes, and a pinch of copper shavings were piled in the
center, ready for the winning roll. She walked past, pretending disinterest.
Rounding the corner, she stopped to wait for the sounds that would indicate the
end of the game. The shout of triumph that arose, mingling with a chorus of
curses, signaled that the time to move was near.
She
held her breath at the scuffing sound of approaching feet. A child rounded the
corner, head down, walking dispiritedly. She grasped the boy and jerked him
into the shadows.
#3
She
stopped in the tranquil garden to draw deep calming breaths before focusing on
her freni-kyn illusions. Unlike earlier, when she could not control the color
of her hair sparks, the illusions worked. Her face shifted into a nondescript
h’euman, losing its telltale heart shape and blue coloring, while her hair fell
to her shoulders in a coal-black mass, shedding the characteristic freni-kyn
lights.
Good... foreveron wearing off...
I’ve got at least a little control now. It wasn’t much of a
disguise and she knew it. A simple face, designed to blend in, one she had been
trained to make her first few days as an agent.
The
spicy sweet scent of flowers rolled through the garden, reminding her of the
blood. She sniffed her arm and grimaced. Finding a way to get rid of the blood
before someone else smelled it would become paramount if she didn’t get out the
main gates immediately. Meanwhile, illusions would mask the red smears and
spatters, keeping her safe from detection.
If... I can hold the illusions
long enough.
Sarenka
raced across town for the city gates, grateful for the quiet slippers.
Irritating beaded fringe slapped against her hands and chest in tempo with her
stride, making her wish she had a knife to cut them free.
Time to flee... find a different... safer... place. Quickly! Before
they discover the body.
#4
(Explicit Edition only!)
“Now...
enough soul searching..." Standing to turn towards him, Beth tugged
her long skirt up out of the way and straddled his lap. Her legs wrapped about
his waist and she used the leverage to grind against him.
Momentarily
distracted by his body’s response, D’trav closed his eyes and moaned.
“We’ve
an hour before we open, and you’re not having a problem... now..."
Lowering
his head, D’trav resumed the trail of kisses she had interrupted, alternating
back and forth between each breast. “I still oughta not done what I did to the
girl. Takin’ advantage of her being chained and all. But you know how I am
about that stuff. I felt... I don’t know... like someone else had
control. Ever since then I’ve wondered if I’m right in the head.”
“You’re
my kind of right.” Beth giggled. “You can chain me up any time you want,
luv.”
Holding
out her wrists, she pulled his attention away from the uncharacteristic
introspection. He wasn’t the type to spend a lot of time figuring out why he
did things and was glad to be brought back to the moment. His gaze traveled
from her wrists to her face, then dropped back down to her breasts. The musky
scent of her jasmine perfume wafted upwards, luring him in.
D'trav
growled playfully and his kisses turned into nips. “You’re sooo bad. I might be
forced to go to the considerable trouble of spankin’ you.”
“I know...
I am.” Wriggling against him, Beth playfully pulled away.
You've warmed my heart. Thank you so much!
ReplyDeleteYou're very talented!!! I am so glad I signed up for this tour and got a chance to be introduce to a new author
DeleteHonestly I am pretty clueless about what to do on blog tours. But I did want to tell anyone that hosted the book thanks. Your review has been the shining of the tour for me moment so far. :)
ReplyDeletelol That should say shining moment of the tour for me so far. I'm not awake yet. Need more coffee.
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