L.A. McGinnis Books
Book Three: The Banished Gods Series
I am so excited!! The Banished Gods Series continues this month with book 3: The Priestess, released on June 25, 2019! The story picks up right after the end of book 2, and is a romantic, magical tale:
Just because you don’t believe in magic,
Doesn’t mean it can’t believe in you.
Sydney Barrows makes a living out of digging up the dead. When the world crashes down around her, she goes from digging up the dead to worrying about becoming one of them. But a strange thing happens to a witch who hides her powers.
They tend to find their way back.
Locked away in a stone fortress on the edge of Chicago, a band of immortal gods hold the key to defeating an evil intent on destruction. When Sydney and Mir’s paths collide, the sexy God of Wisdom awakens her powers in ways she didn’t dream possible. Together, they race against time to uncover the secret of Sydney’s past before it destroys everything she loves.
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Book Two: The Banished Gods Series
I am so excited to introduce you to two new characters- Celine Barrows and Fenrir- the main protagonists of The Moon, book two in the Banished Gods Series. I’ve been working on these books for so long, and I can’t believe today is the day I get to show this book to the world. It might be my favorite love story EVER!!!
Celine Barrows has spent four long years rebuilding her life after an abusive childhood. Fenrir has endured an eternity alone.
Together, can they build a future?
Here are the links to everything:
As well as a short excerpt that didn’t make it into the final version of the book:
When Fenrir showed Celine the bathroom she thought, for reals, this is a total joke. I mean, she figured, nobody has a bathroom this big, right? It was a tiled homage to Roman decadence, with multiple jets, two soaking tubs and heated floors that practically made her weep after being stuck outside all day in the freezing cold of Chicago.
Lined up in front of her was a veritable mother load of high end toiletries, the kind she’d never buy herself, the kind she coveted at the store before picking out the cheapest Suave on sale.
“Take your time.” Fen’s deep voice growled from the door behind her. “I’m going to line us up some food. Which might take me awhile, so don’t rush on my account.” As he turned to leave, the look he raked her with, a delicious, measuring head to toe scan, left her all wobbly and wet. While she wondered, not for the first time, what in the holy hell she was doing up here.
Immortal gods. The end of the world.
Not that these matters couldn’t wait though, while she took a very long, very hot bath.
The warm water seeped into her still-chilled skin. Sinking into her as the questions whirled round and round in her head.
The stone was a key. But she was the portal the dark god would use to cross over.
Dredging up something resembling strength, she thought back over these past months, searching for something, anything that might offer a clue, an answer. A way out of her dilemma before it was too late. And found nothing.
Leaning back in the tub, despair took over completely, and her tears mixed with the soap as steam welled up, obscuring everything around her.
If only she could hide from the future as easily.
Queen of Swords
Book One: The Banished Gods Series
I am so excited to introduce my new series for 2019- The Banished Gods!!! The first book in the series is The Queen of Swords, and can be purchased at these retailers:
Here’s a short teaser:
Morgane leaned against the window, watching the creatures of the night. The whores and the vagrants and the drunks and the demons feeding upon them all. She once speculated what it might feel like to look down upon all the world and wonder how it had all gone so wrong.
And here she was.
Demons. Purgatory. Immortals. Gods.
She may have dipped her toes in the waters of the supernatural, coming here to kill the monsters for revenge, but now? She was drowning under miles of the unknown.
Loki. Odin. Mir.
She’d studied these names once. These were Norse names. Mythological names. Scattered throughout the Old English Literature she had majored in, they were the gods that pagans had worshiped before Christianity wiped them out. Yet thousands of years later, the legends remained. Odin, the All Father. Loki, the Trickster. Mir, God of Knowledge. Her thoughts strayed back again and again to that damn woman, her evil, knowing smile. At what Odin said. “I do not rule over the realm of Death.”
A bone deep shudder shook Morgane.
Only one name came to mind, as she remembered that perfect, corrupt face.
The Goddess of Death had come to call.
Shadows of Ghosts-a paranormal vampire thriller, available now!
“The only way to their future is through the past.”
Logan grew up knowing life wasn’t really a fairy tale. Her world was dark, even cruel. While other little girls dreamed of castles and princesses, Logan wished for just one place to call home. So when the fairy tale literally fell into her lap, and everything she’d ever dreamed of seemed close enough to touch, it came as no real surprise to watch it all slip away.
But occasionally, love springs from the darkness, friendships are forged from the dust, and family can be found in the most unlikely of places. The dream might not always be made of moonbeams and stars, but sometimes it’s enough to know it’s yours.
Read the first in the series, on sale now, in both paperback and ebook, ‘Shadows of Ghosts’, is available at these online retailers:
Reflections of Your Heart- coming mid-2019!
Book 2 in the Shadows Series is currently in edits at The Wild Rose Press
I can’t wait for you to read this second installment in the Shadows Series! There are lots of interesting developments in Logan and Ian’s relationship, You get to meet Nathan De Forest, our new villain, and a secondary love story that I really hope you’ll enjoy. -L.A.
Here’s a short teaser:
It was funny, how your mind plays tricks on itself.
Logan practically smelled Ian in the room with her. Fresh, spicy man, tinged with salt and that soap she loved. It was a shame, criminal really, that he was so damn close, yet so far away.
That thought went through her mind, fleetingly, before a pair of lips settled on hers. Settled hungrily, as strong hands slipped behind her waist and lifted her against a muscled chest. After five months apart, Logan’s eyes flew open and locked with amber gold ones that were tinged with a fair amount of anger and questions and lust, frustration and love, while Ian broke the kiss long enough to ask, “What the hell took you so long, Logan?”
“How on earth did you find me Ian? How did you…?” She was speechless. After all her best efforts at staying out of sight, he’d found her within hours. She couldn’t believe it.
Maybe she actually sucked at this undercover, sneaking around shit.
“My blood. It’s inside you. It’s a homing beacon.” Ian nibbled his way down her throat to her breasts as she let out a low, humming moan. “A damn good homing beacon, I might add.”
“Yet you didn’t feel it before, like back in seventeen eighty, when I really needed you?”
“I did, I just didn’t know….” The nibbling stopped. “I was drawn to you, back in the past, Logan, but I couldn’t understand why. And then, after all these months, I sensed you this morning at the house. Then dismissed the feeling as false hope. Still…I couldn’t shake the sense you were in the city…so, I followed my nose.” He kept on going south as her body shivered. “You’re back. You’re really back.”
“I really am.” Not trusting her eyes, or apparently his lips, she breathed him in, sank her teeth into his flesh and held on for dear life as he nuzzled in closer. Wrapping each other up, she wept silently into his shoulder. Best. Homecoming. Ever.
Even if she wasn’t actually home.