Book Blitz: Fireborne by McKenzie Hunter

Fireborne
by McKenzie Hunter
(Raven Cursed #1)
Publication date: November 1st 2019
Genres: New Adult, Urban Fantasy

My magic isn’t just a curse – it’s an addiction. I crave it the way some people crave chocolate. But, chocolate doesn’t kill – my magic does.
I’m Raven Cursed. When I borrow magic from someone, they die. That’s always been the case—until I met my client, the devilishly handsome and enigmatic Mephisto. He has his own brand of unique magic and a mysterious past he’s determined to keep to himself.
He knows that I’m the one to call anytime a curse goes wrong, a magical object is lost, or a rogue
supernatural needs apprehending. So he offers a trade. He’ll give me his magic, and in return, I accept a job from him.
It seems like a simple deal until all hell breaks loose. We have to team up to stop a god from unleashing destruction upon the city. It leaves me to wonder: can I battle a god with the devil at my back?

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EXCERPT:

     “You always struck me as a bourbon type of woman,” said the deep, smooth baritone voice behind me. A blush of anger spread along my cheeks and bridge of my nose as I resisted the urge to move away. Asher sidled up to the bar a few feet from me and ordered whiskey. 

     I kept my hands balled tight into fists at my sides because if I didn’t, he would have been wearing the whiskey, not drinking it. 

     He took a sip and when he pulled the glass away, his lips furled into a crooked smirk. Silver eyes sparked. The low growl that came from me surprised me and amused him. 

     My nails dug into my palms the tighter I balled my fists. I shouldn’t let him get to me. He gathered too much joy from it. He shifted his weight to his left foot, once again giving me a better view of him. Why did it always look like he was posing for me? He took bigger sips from his glass, finally emptying it and placing the glass on the counter. 

     “Erin, it’s always a pleasure to see you.” He drawled my name with the excitement and familiarity of an old friend. My mood lightened at the thought of the Taser sheathed in my belt, near my lower back, concealed by my shirt.

     I smiled. Welcomed him closer. Come closer. Flashes of him jerking on the floor, flopping around like a fish out of water, brought an even wider smile to my face. 

     “It’s always a pleasure seeing you as well, Asher,” I said, my tone just as bright and friendly as his. I hoped the menace didn’t show in my eyes. 

     He looked at me, eyes skeptical and assessing. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think all was forgiven.” 

     “Of course, it was just business, right? You got there first, it was your find.” No, it wasn’t. You cheated. He had anticipated all my moves and had specific details about my whereabouts. I was careful, so how did he know?

     “That’s a very mature and professional way to look at it. All’s fair,” he said. 

     He was close but not close enough for me to lunge at him before he could react. He had the advantage of shifter speed and agility and was adept with it. The movement of a predator on the hunt—even in a casual setting. I needed him closer. His gaze dropped from mine to look at my hand that was inching around to my back. Then I stopped abruptly. Compromising this job and possibly ruining my reputation, for what? Him? I wouldn’t do that. The best way to get back at him was to beat him at his own game. Find out what he wanted most of all and ensure that I got it first. What did someone like Asher want most of all? 

     He moved closer and noticeably inhaled the air, closing his eyes and making a light noise, a beat. The steady metronome of sound kept increasing in pace. It was just too easy now to grab my Taser and zap him. The potential sweetness of that revenge lingered on my palate. I hated that I couldn’t indulge the idea. He opened his eyes and fixed me with a look, and I knew he was mimicking the beat of my heart as it increased with his proximity. My gaze narrowed on him. 

     He grabbed his refilled glass off the bar and leaned toward me. “You’re a hunter. Good at what you do, but you’re still just a hunter. I’m an apex predator. I will always be one step ahead of you.” 

     Screw it. I was going to wipe that smirk off his face even if I made a scene. I didn’t care. They knew he was a jackass. It might just increase my credibility. People may applaud me for daring to live the dream. Living my best life and putting the wolf in his place. My hand was slipping down my waist toward the weapon when Mephisto eased between us.

     “Erin,” he said smoothly, invading my space so much it forced me to move back and distance myself from him and essentially Asher. Drink in hand, Asher sauntered away, past me, the smug vulpine look on his face making everything in me desperate to wipe it off. 

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Author Bio:

McKenzie, as a child, discovered that her life could be a whirlwind of adventures by simply opening a book. To this day, reading is still her favorite activity. She has a fondness for fantasy and mystery, which is probably why she writes urban fantasy.

When McKenzie isn't working on her next book she is usually binge-watching paranormal and comedy shows, maintaining her title as "favorite auntie", or trying to create a tasty low-calorie pizza. McKenzie loves to hear from her readers. Feel free to contact her via her website, Facebook, or email.

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