Saturday, August 31, 2013

Cover Reveal: War by Tara Fox Hall

Title: War (Lash #3)
Author: Tara Fox Hall
Publication Date: August 6, 2013


Weresnake Lash journeys to Europe on the eve of war, desperately searching for not only his nephew, but also his former lover Nancy.  Leveraged into service to Germany by the malicious German werecougar Theodor von Kessel, Lash befriends fellow soldier and weresnake Dieter, even as he secures safety for Nancy.  When Theodor divulges The German Final Solution and the part they are destined to play in it, Dieter and Nancy attempt escape to England while Lash orchestrates distraction.  Horrified to learn upon his escape that Nancy and Dieter were captured, Lash returns to Europe in a second rescue, banding with another weresnake Nails and his motley crew of various weremen to free Dieter and Nancy from the campe where they are imprisoned.  Caught by demons in the ambush, Lash is imprisoned in a death camp, but breaks free with Dieter in time to join the American Forces near D-day.  Resolute, Dieter and Lash fight onwards with Allied forces to Germany itself, their goals to find Nancy, kill Theodor, and survive the bloody days of WWII.

Excerpt:
"Don't ask any questions," I said coldly.  "Just meet us here before your next mission."

"That is tomorrow," Dietrik hissed back at me, his own fangs growing in anger.  "There is no rotation of crews."

"Watch your Tempter," I cautioned, another evil smile gracing my lips.  "The snake will come out of you with any strong emotion.  And that includes sexual release."

His jaw worked, but to my grudging respect, he contained the transformation this time.  "Thank you for the warning."  He put on his hat, then holstered his gun.  "I'll send a car for you."  He strode out.

I'd either engineered our escape or sealed our doom.  I went upstairs to Evans, praying he was asleep.

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"I can't believe you turned him," Evans hissed to me the next morning as we waited for the car.  "You realize he can now make his whole crew snake, right?"

"Being snake doesn't save you from drowning," I hissed back, remembering my mother's warning long ago.  "We're not immortals.  You were done for if I hadn't save you.  We're both done for it we done for if we don't get out of here.  Now shut up."

After the car's arrival at the shoreline, we were blindfolded, then taken to the underground bunker where the U-boats were docked.  After boarding, we were left alone in a small room, the only sound the whine of the boat's engines.  I could feel the pressure as we dived and resurfaced, but that was about all.  Evan's constant hissing and bitching drowned out all other noise.

Hours later, we were taken to the deck of the U-boat and our blindfolds were removed.  Dietrik was there in front of us alone, waiting.

"You are AWOL, Lash," he said softly.  "You're wanted for questioning in the disappearance of another officer as well."

He was no match for me, not newly turned as he was.  "Yes," I replied, then stared at him, waiting for him to make a move.

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3 comments:

  1. Weresnake..that first word caught my attention. You don't see many weresnake's in PNR but I like the thought of it.

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    1. I know! I don't think I've ever heard of one before. I wonder what they look like when they shift?

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  2. Hi Mary...yes, there are not many weresnakes in paranormal romance...or any paranormal.
    For Jasmyn, here is a shift scene from the first book, Lash:

    Irked, I got up and walked away to find a sunny rock to coil up on. I’d have preferred a nice hole in loose soil, but that would have to do; I couldn’t afford to dirty my clothes, and my skin was sure to carry some dirt after burrowing, no matter how careful I was. Once that was accomplished, I took off my clothes and folded them in a neat pile. Changing while dressed was ill-advised; I usually got tangled up so much it took several minutes to find my way out.
    Laying down on the rock, I put my legs together and my hands at my sides. Relaxing, I left the metamorphosis begin.
    The change is not like it is in the movies. I retain complete power over how much of myself changes, and can stop the transformation at any time. Anger does influence it; if you lose control of yourself, it’s easy for snake to slither out in places; a few scales, flat eyes, or a forked tongue. But there is no rule that your eyes change first, or anything. Also, the speed isn’t set in stone; the transformation can be fast or slow, though fast is often more unsettling as your bones reform and organs and skin mutate and stretch. Like anything else, each werecreature—or “were” in slang—is different, and they do what’s comfortable for them.
    I let my eyes go flat, my eyelids retracting as my arms slowly sank into my sides and my legs grew together. My hair pulled into my head and my tongue split as my skin became smooth and patterned scales erupted down my body in a wave. My fangs grew, my other teeth shrinking as my jaws widened and my nose sank in. Wriggling myself slightly, I felt my tail push out and lengthen, my spine stretching out as my ribs shrank down and duplicated. Stretching what had been my shoulders, I twisted abruptly, moving my jaws open and shut, and then writhed a few times, making sure everything else had reformed correctly.
    My muscles obeyed perfectly as my thick ten-foot form thrust forward and across the rock, the warmth of the stone like heaven seeping through my cool skin. Coiling up my length, and then stretching out again with the sun’s warm rays bathing me, I thought with utter happiness how good it was to be both snake and human, to have this power to change at will whenever I wanted. Those asses at the hotel might have everything their stinking human world had to offer, but they would never have this.

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