Welcome to author Jacob Z. Flores and the Blood Drop blog tour! Jacob joins us today to talk a little bit about magic, and he’s also offering the chance to win a $10 Amazon Gift Card so be sure the check out the specific on how to enter at the end!
Blood Drop: The Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge (Book 5)
Magic has enthralled me since I was a child. I can still remember those summer afternoons, running around my grandparents’ yard and pretending that I was levitating my enemies or moving objects with my mind. As I grew into an adult, my fascination with the mystical world only grew. The only thing that changed was my realization that I wasn’t telekinetic and couldn’t cast spells.
But, I was only partially wrong.
While I couldn’t summon arcane energies, as an author I could create a magical world and populate it with magical characters. Thus, I began constructing the world on which the Warlock Brothers of Havenbridge is based.
As hard as it is to believe, the journey began in 2015. Two years and four books later, the fifth (and most likely the last) book of the series is set to release on November 6.
I’ve enjoyed exploring this world with everyone. I’ve also had great fun re-imagining warlocks, witches, and wizards and vampires, shifters, and fae. I’m also extremely proud of my boys—Mason, Thad, and Pierce. They have come a long way since book one, but I’m not done with them—yet.
There’s one story left to tell, and it belongs to Aiden Teine, the fire fairy who captured Thad Blackmoor’s heart. Aiden is the narrator for the fifth book, which will answer all the remaining questions from the series. Readers will finally learn the identities of Icarian and the Warlock Hag as well as the devastating truth about the Prophecy of the Three.
However, all endings have a beginning, and that is what I want to share with readers on this tour. I have written a six-part prologue to Blood Drop that will fill in the gap between books four and five and lead right into chapter one. I’ll be sharing each part at the first six blog stops and an exclusive excerpt at the final one. I hope you’ll come along for the ride.
So kick back, grab your favorite snack, and enjoy. Don’t forget to enter the blog’s giveaway. One person at every stop will win a $10 Amazon gift card.
About the Book
A single drop of blood might hold the key to the fate of the magical world, and Aiden Teine must choose between his bond of love and embracing the power to defeat his enemies.
Aiden’s adjustment to being the first vampyre fae hasn’t been easy, but his ties to warlock Thad Blackmoor prevent him from becoming a monster. With Thad, Aiden has a new family, a new purpose, and a new reason to live—though he’s technically undead. There’s one problem: Aiden’s control over his vampyre is weakening. He must learn what’s triggering his violent reactions before he surrenders to the creature within. To complicate matters, Aiden discovers his transformation might not be complete, and he fears what he will become.
Aiden’s search for answers thrusts him into a frightening world filled with deception, new dangers, and apocalyptic visions. The part destiny intends Aiden to play could alter his relationship with Thad forever. If Aiden, Thad, and the entire magical community are to survive Icarian’s latest scheme, Aiden must interpret the meaning of the prophetic blood drop before it falls and ushers in the destruction of all creation—and the warlock he loves.
Blood Drop Prologue: Part Five
Thad and I walked back to Blackmoor Manor, and even though I was grateful he never gave up on me, I couldn’t help but be annoyed at the danger he constantly placed himself in.
“What you did was foolish, and you know it.”
Thad shrugged off my words and slid his hand in mine. “I did what I had to do.”
“I could’ve killed you, Thad!” Why could he never see that? While we might share a unique magical connection, it didn’t erase the fact that when I transitioned into a vampyre, I not only could kill him, but I wanted to kill him. “I didn’t even know who you were for a while. All I saw was—”
I shuddered at the memory while he gazed up at me and grinned. “That’s not something to smile about. I didn’t recognize you, and that’s never happened before, not even when I was first turned.”
Thad nodded, and his smile slipped away. Thank the Gate. The gravity of the situation was finally dawning on him.
“It must be linked to the recent problems you’ve had controlling your vampyre.” He locked his gorgeous hazel gaze upon me and gnawed his lower lip. “After you fed, did you sense anything that would explain what has aggravated your vampyre?”
I wish I had something more concrete. It had been the purpose of tonight’s hunt. I only knew one thing about my vampyre. “It’s scared.”
Thad stopped in his tracks. “Of what?”
More than I could put in words. My vampyre struggled for survival because it sensed something coming that would end its existence. I had no clue what that was at the moment, so until I did, there was no use worrying Thad. “Mostly of you,” I said, tapping his cute nose with my index finger.
Thad puffed out his chest and nodded. “Naturally. I am a powerful warlock.”
Yes, he was. Thad could not only freeze his enemies, but he could exhale a snowstorm and call forth a blizzard. His abilities had grown extremely powerful over the past few months, but it wasn’t his magic that made my vampyre tremble.
It feared the love that gave Thad his power more than whatever waited on the wind.
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About the Author
Jacob Z. Flores lives a double life. During the day, he is a respected college English professor and mid-level administrator. At night and during his summer vacation, he loosens the tie and tosses aside the trendy sports coat to write man on man fiction, where the hard ass assessor of freshmen level composition turns his attention to the firm posteriors and other rigid appendages of the characters in his fictional world.
Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse.
When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his daughter. They both represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.