Chaos
Broken
Chronicles
of Applecross
Book
3
Rebekah
Turner
Genre: Fantasy
Publisher: Escape Publishing
Date of Publication: 22 April
2015
ISBN: 9780857992413
ASIN: B00TQIML3G
Number of pages: 225
Word Count: 80,000
Book Description:
The final installment of the
Chronicles of Applecross trilogy finds Lora left in charge – and quickly losing
control.
Lora Blackgoat is in charge. But
after losing a lucrative contract, it looks like she’s also running her beloved
benefactor's mercenary company into the ground while he's away on holidays. Her
problems double when she discovers Roman, exiled nephilim warrior and current
confusing love interest, is brokering a dangerous peace agreement.
When a new enemy emerges from
across the ocean, threatening to tear the city apart, Lora finds herself taking
on new and surprising allies, finally acknowledging the prophecy that haunts
her and using it to her advantage.
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Excerpt
Chapter 1:
Headmistress
Poulter hadn’t changed. She scared the crap out of me when I was ten and she
scared the crap out of me now, even though I was a mature, genuine grown up and
sitting in Blackgoat Watch’s big boss chair. Poulter’s body was all sharp
angles under a shapeless dress, her iron-grey hair scraped into a tight bun. I
was trying to pay attention, I was, but Poulter had been talking for a good ten
minutes about her missing cat, Blinky, and I was finding it hard to focus.
Not for the
first time I mentally cursed Gideon, my benefactor and boss of Blackgoat Watch,
for ducking out of the city with my adoptive mother, Orella. They’d left Harken
a month ago on a holiday to the sunny continent of Eral and Gideon had left me
in charge of Blackgoat’s stable of Runners for hire. This meant I had to meet
clients and smile and be nice. Which was hard. Especially when Poulter kept
referring to Blinky as her missing pussy. Harder still was not fidgeting when
Poulter fixed me with that look, the one that suggested she could see every sin
I’d ever committed. And if I was being honest, there’d been a few since I’d
last seen her at the age of 14, when I’d decided my academic career was over
and my Runner career was about to start.
Reuben
Crowhurst, a fellow Runner, sat beside Poulter wearing a suitably concerned
expression that I suspected he’d been practising. In fact, his support for me
in my temporary role as boss had been so efficient, I was suspicious that he
was going to hit me up for a raise while Gideon was out of the country. He was
also a griorwolf, not that he readily advertised the fact he could go all
beast-monster if he lost control of himself.
‘Of course we
understand how difficult this is,’ Crowhurst was saying. ‘Not only was he your
pet, but the school mascot.’ He smiled at Poulter, giving her the full,
charming Reuben Crowhurst treatment. I had to admit, he looked pretty smart
today. His blond hair was brushed neatly, beard freshly trimmed, and he wore
crisp charcoal pants and a snappy, velvet-trimmed vest. A ruby earring winked
from one ear and he smelled of a very manly cologne.
One corner of my
mouth curled up. If Crowhurst thought he could hit me up for a raise while
Gideon was away, he was going to get an education. I tried to focus on the
conversation, mentally calculating how much I could bill for searching for a
cat. Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be enough to see us out of the financial
hole Blackgoat had recently fallen into, which wasn’t really my fault.
‘Lora Blackgoat.
Are you paying attention?’ Poulter’s voice was a cane-crack across my thoughts
and I gave a guilty jump.
About
the Author:
Rebekah lives in sunny
Queensland, Australia. An avid writer since she could scrawl on her bedroom
walls, she has progressed from rainbow unicorn tales to stories of dark fantasy
with lashings of romance and a sprinkling of horror.
Her vices include in-depth
critiques of B grade action and horror movies and buying stationery she doesn’t
need.
Facebook: www.facebook.com/rebekahturnerauthor
Twitter: @RbkahTurner
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