Release Day: Death's Betrayal by Janeal Falor- Excerpt & Giveaway

I'm thrilled to be helping one of my favourite authors celebrate her latest release, Death's Betrayal, the second novel in Janeal's Death Queen series.

I highly enjoy and recommend this series. I also have an ecopy of Death's Queen, the first novel in the series OR an ecopy of the Mine series to give away to one lucky follower. Winners choice.

Ryn finally has a name, and a chance at life now that Daros has been taken to the dungeons. Or at least she did until he escaped. Not knowing whether to be scared or filled with rage, Ryn sets her guards out to find him.

As much as she wants to help, Ryn must be the Queen her people needs. Or try to be. There's much she needs to do, but she sees Daros everywhere, hunting her. No one can seem to catch Daros, despite her spotting him, and his ruthlessness knows no bounds. When the unthinkable happens, Ryn must face her fears or lose all she's gained.

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From Death's Betrayal......

 I nudge open the door of my old room.

“Let me go first,” Nash says.

But I'm already in.

It's as I left it. Bare. There's nothing here except a couple of blankets.

I flex my fingers over the handle of my dagger. Memories fly at me—Daros choking me, dunking me in water until I couldn't breathe, breaking me and molding me into who he wanted me to be…

“Are you all right?” Nash's voice is barely above a whisper as he moves deeper into the room.

Am I?

“Ryn?”

“This was my room.” The words tumble from me. “The whole time he raised me, I lived here.” I remember believing there were monsters in the corners when I was little. None were as scary as the monster that haunted my days, though.

He glances around, probably taking in the small area again with new eyes. “Did he move the furniture out?”

“There never was any.” My voice sounds dead. I step back, so I’m next to the entrance.

His eyebrows mush together before rising up high. “Why wouldn't he give you furniture? A bed, at the very least?”

I don't answer. Can't.

He takes a step toward me. There's a soft creak of someone on the stairs.

Daros, coming to wrap his hands around my throat.

I bring my blade up to the neck of the person coming inside the room. The blade presses into their skin. He holds still as can be.

Janeal Falor lives in Utah where she’s finally managed to live in the same house for more than five years without moving. In her spare time she reads books like they’re nuts covered in caramel and chocolate, cooks whatever strikes her fancy, and enjoys the outdoors. Her husband and three children try to keep up with her overactive imagination. Usually they settle for having dinner on the table, even if she’s still going on about the voices in her head. 

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