Tuesday, March 14, 2017

The Ragnarok Prophecies by A.K. Morgen @SDSXXTours @akmorgen




Fade
The Ragnarok Prophecies Book 1
By A.K. Morgen
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
What do you do when you realize nothing in your life is what you’ve
believed it to be?


When Arionna Jacobs loses her mother in a tragic accident, her world is
turned upside down. She’s forced to leave her old life behind and
move in with her father. Dace Matthews, a teaching assistant at her
new college, is torn in two, unable to communicate with the feral
wolf caged inside him.
When they meet, everything they thought
they knew about life unravels. Dace has intimate access to Arionna’s
mind, and something deep within her fights to rise to the surface.
They don't understand what's happening to them or why, and they're
running out of time to sort out the strange occurrences around them.
Their meeting sets an ancient Norse prophesy of destruction
in motion, and what destiny has in store for them is bigger than
either could have ever imagined. Unless they learn to trust
themselves and one another, they may never resolve the mystery
surrounding who they are to one another, and what that means for the
world.
FADE is available from Curiosity Quills Press at Amazon
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and Noble
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Fall

Ragnarok Prophecies Book 2

is available at Amazon
and
Barnesand Noble.


You can add it to your TBR list on Goodreads here.
Flame

The Ragnarok Prophecies Book 3

is available at Amazon

You can add it to your TBR list on Goodreads
here.














Flame (Book 3 ) Excerpt

"Arionna, dammit, wake up."

Unseen hands gripped my upper arms, shaking me. A familiar voice called my name over and over. Furious howls ripped through the air.

None of those sounds made sense to me.

I felt different, like I'd been taken apart and put back together in the wrong order. Everything hurt. My body ached, muscles locked tight in protest. My head throbbed. Each painful pulse rattled against my skull, sending ripples down my neck and into my back.

I groaned and rolled onto my side.

The hands shaking me relaxed.

I fought to open my eyes, then blinked, confused. Worn brown carpet scratched against the side of my face. The bottom edge of a pale blue bed-sham fluttered inches from me. Dust bunnies and small pieces of plastic were strewn beneath the sagging bed. A table and two chairs were grouped on the other side. A crack ran up the leg of one chair, splitting the wood.

None of the room looked familiar.

Where am I?

The voice calling my name stopped mid-shout and sighed.

Oh, thank god, he said.

For what? I wondered, marveling that the words came from inside my mind, but didn't belong to me. How was that possible?

I couldn't place the soft, silky tones either, but they made my stomach flip and my heart flutter. I knew the speaker. At least I thought I did. Before I could ask him who he was or how he spoke in my head, someone blew out a sharp breath. This time, the sound didn't come from inside.

"Finally," that second voice said.

Nope. Definitely not coming from my mind.

I rolled my eyes toward the relieved sound, and then frowned at the guy leaning over me. Long, dark hair hung in his face. His eyes were black, and full of concern. His features were sharp, severe, but handsome.

This time I was certain; I knew this guy.

"Ronan," I said. His name was Ronan LaCrosse, and mine was… Arionna. Yes, Arionna Jacobs. Memory began to slowly trickle back in. We were at a motel in Illinois, looking for someone. And the howls were coming from Fuki, the little wolf we'd brought with us, though I couldn't see him.

Where was he?

I tried to figure out why I was on the floor, but came up with a big blank.

"What happened?" I asked, looking up at Ronan.

He held out a hand for me, then pulled me into a sitting position.

The room tilted before straightening again. I clutched my head in my hands, groaning. When the initial wave of nausea passed, I tilted my head up slowly so I could see Ronan. "Did I hit my head?" I asked, trying to blink away the dark spots floating in my peripheral.

"You don't remember?" He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head to the side like a raven assessing me.

I scooted back against the edge of the bed, frowning.

What was I supposed to remember?










A.K. Morgen is the Amazon Bestselling author of the Ragnarök Prophesies

series. She lives in the heart of Arkansas with her childhood

sweetheart/husband of thirteen years, and their six furry minions.

When not writing, she spends her time hiking, reading, volunteering,
causing mischief, and building a Spork army. Ayden graduated summa
cum laude with her Bachelor of Science degree in Criminal Justice and Forensic
Psychology in 2009 before going on to complete her graduate degree in
CJ and Law. She currently puts her education to use in the social
services and CJ field.

Ayden also writes New Adult and contemporary romance under the penname

Ayden K. Morgen.


You can find her on Twitter, Facebook, or via her website at

http://akmorgen.com.










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