Saturday, June 15, 2013

I first met this wonderful author on the writing site Authonomy approximately four years ago. Since then I’ve been an ardent fan of all her books. If you haven’t discovered Poppet’s writing yet you’ve seriously been missing out my friends.

Here’s an excerpt of her latest release Master of Umbra, which is the second book in the Valhalla series. 

Title: Master of Umbra by Poppet

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Book description:

Deliah is in grave danger, running for her life from a man who needs her dead, when serendipity plants her in the path of the Master of Umbra.

Inducted into the mysterious Eagle clan of the Scottish highlands, Deliah is torn between her fate and destiny when kin clash for her affections. Falling for the scandalous villain who heads the Berserkers of the Hebrides, her fragile hope is snuffed out early by revelation and impending war.

The only mantra she can cling to is the one uttered in heartfelt promise; that love comes back.

Because that's what love does.

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“If I didn't know you were a nice guy I'd think you were a total creep.”
“I am a creep, I'm just nice to you,” he winks.
It's almost missed as we turn into the dim tunnel to the dining hall.
I shake my head, giving his arm a hard pinch, but his silent giggling which spams his hold on me worms under the armor and I laugh with him.
“Incorrigible prick,” I say into the echoing darkness.
“You put the noxious into obnoxious darling. Have you considered partaking in the occasional valium?” he teases, pulling me unsteadily closer to plant a peck on my temple.
“Stop flirting.”
“Or what?”
“I'll accidentally shoot you the next time I'm doing target practice,” I parry, apprehension gritting my teeth as we step into the dining cavern together.
Gunn is in here somewhere.
“Grab a seat, I'll get Lloyd to bring our dinner.”
I nod, looking around for an empty spot on the long benches either side of the tables. They're like two railway lines running the length of the cavern.
Seeing space on the right, I wing that way, glancing back at Ewan who's already marching to Lloyd while doing the crooked finger beckon. I met Lloyd at lunch and rather like him. He looks like a smithy, not a chef.
I suppose I should get used to the teasing. Being part of the Eagle clan is like being adopted by an army of brothers all wanting to take the piss.
Sitting down in the spacious gap on the bench, I lift my hair, smoothing it back and tying it up high so I don't end up eating it. It's cool without the insulation and I shiver, rubbing my arms and squirming on my seat, looking back for Ewan.
Adam catches my eye, giving me a smile and a lifted toast of his beer. I nod back, returning his smile, about to face front and center when I notice Gunn sitting halfway up our table on the opposite side. I catch him glowering at me with a baleful scowl which he averts the second he sees me looking his way.
What? Does he have the hots for Ewan and hates me for getting the attention that should be his? Speak of the devil, the charmer slides his hand down my back as he straddles the bench and parks next to me.

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  1. Love Poppet! Her books alone have swelled my TBR list to epic proportions ;) Can't wait to read this newest one

  2. Poppet is my favorite author!! Everything she writes is Brilliant!!

  3. Sounds so awesome!!! Poppet does amazing work.