Welcome to another Friday Author Spotlight! This week I have Tricia Copeland returning with her book, Kingdom of Embers, from the Kingdom Journals. For today only, you can get the book for 99 cents! She has shared an excerpt from the book, but first let’s reacquaint ourselves with the author.
Tricia Copeland grew up in Georgia and now lives in Colorado with her family and multiple four-legged friends. Her books include the clean new adult Being Me Series, Is This Me?, If I Could Fly, Thinking You Know Me, and the final installment, Being Me, as well as a young adult, Drops of Sunshine, a paranormal novella, and the Lovelock Chronicles, Lovelock Ones: Native One, a dystopian novella published in The Butterfly Box. Her newest release is Kingdom Journals Volume 1, Kingdom of Embers, a YA paranormal novel. If she’s not out running, you can find Tricia at www.triciacopeland.com or your favorite social media.
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About the Book
“He wouldn’t understand. He didn’t live in a masked world. In truth, he did. Most beings, pure humans, walked through life believing they were the only type of people that existed.” –Alena
As a creature forbidden by both vampire and witch law, Alena traverses the country with her Vampire Council Chancellor mother in search of an unknown entity. Everything changes when Alena finds Hunter. Their bond may be the key to the answers Alena seeks. But her mother introduces her to Theron, an equally handsome and mysterious suitor. Will the truth about his intentions be uncovered before it’s too late? Or will her Mother’s kingdom be reduced to embers?
Find out in Kingdom of Embers!
Keep reading for an excerpt:
Her missions had something to do with me. The only time I spent time with Mother outside of five minutes at breakfast and an hour at dinner consisted of planned outings. They occurred once a month, or sometimes twice a week. She always knew her destination and required my presence. At first, I thought we were searching for my father.
I didn’t remember him. My mother always told me he had to be separated from us for my safety. Part of me wondered if he’d abandoned us. But in the past year, I’d put together some clues that ruled him out as her target. Mother seemed most on edge as we neared a teen boy. Her eyes would cut to me as if to gauge my reaction. Like I’d sense something about the boy if he were the one. At the end of each trip, she asked if I’d felt drawn to anyone.
“Like a magnetic pull?” I’d asked the first time.
“Or maybe you heard someone’s thoughts.”
“Like my imaginary friends when I was little?”
But I’d never felt anything more than the normal hum of magical powers I detected in the presence of a witch. Her face fell each time I reported no special connection during our nights out. At first I thought I’d failed her, done something wrong. Each time she’d reassure me it wasn’t my fault.
Beyond guessing the target to be male, I’d hit a dead end, my hypothesis stalled on her search for a brother, half-brother, or a being like me. My shoulders shuddered each time I entertained the idea that she wanted to find a hybrid so I could have a husband who shared my genetic make-up.
Under the suspicion I wasn’t supposed to know anything, I played ignorant. I didn’t complain when we visited restaurants, stores, coffee shops, concerts, and sporting arenas. Time with Mother was rare, and I didn’t want to spoil it. Following Orm one day in Seattle, when Mother thought I was with a friend, I learned he helped with the quest. I saw him visit several churches, restaurants, and bookstores. That evening Mother took me to the same area and locations he’d been.
“Miss.” Orm brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see the high school building outside my window.
“I’ll pick you up right here at five. You have your private gymnastics instruction afterwards, so I’ll have a snack for you.”
“Thanks, Orm.” I fitted my sunglasses firmly on my face and slid my backpack off the floor.
“Have a good day, madam. And don’t—”
“I know the drill. Don’t isolate, but don’t over share. And don’t eat or kill anyone. I got it.”