Marie Hall Death's Redemption Blog Tour with Spotlight

I am so excited to have Marie Hall here at Paranormal and Romantic Suspense Reviews with a Book Spotlight.

Thanks Marie and Hachette Book Group for allowing me to join your Death's Redemption Blog Tour!

Please take it away, Marie!

Marie Hall has always had a dangerous fascination for creatures that go bump in the night. And mermaids. And of course fairies. Trolls. Unicorns. Shapeshifters. Vampires. Scottish brogues. Kilts. Beefy arms. Ummm... Bad boys! Especially the sexy ones. Which is probably why she married one.
On top of that she’s a confirmed foodie, she nearly went to culinary school and then figured out she could save a ton of money if she just watched food shows religiously! She’s a self-proclaimed master chef, certified deep sea dolphin trainer, finder of leprechaun’s gold at the end of the rainbow, and rumor has it she keeps the Troll King locked away in her basement. All of which is untrue, however, she does have an incredibly active imagination and loves to share her crazy thoughts with the world!

“You want to know the truth?” She whispered, voice quivering because she didn’t want to tell him this. Lightning quick a million thoughts pinged through her mind. She was so used to bottling it all up inside. Keeping it all to herself. But she’d just opened herself up to him in a way she hadn’t with anyone else before. Not that she’d been a virgin, but hookups had always been secret, and brief. A way to relieve an itch. She’d never faced a partner while he’d entered, never let him see the truths in her eyes. Because truths were dangerous and bloody things that could kill as surely as stepping on a land mine.

Mila was tired of running, tired of being alone, tired of pretending that she didn’t need anyone. Pulse hammering, throat so dry it felt like swallowing sand paper she considered a never ending life of either trying to figure out someway to commit immortal suicide, or running. Again. Alone and scared. Always just barely one step ahead of the shadow, one step ahead of a death that wasn’t really a death. It was an eternal prison of torment, once sucked into the creature her conscience mind would remain, trapped, like a fly in amber. Unable to ever stop being consumed by the creature who only wanted the secrets of the future and past revealed. She’d lived her mortal life that way with the knowledge that life wasn’t long, that even if she lived to be seventy, it would one day end. But this — an eternity of running, always looking over her shoulder, always wondering where the enemy was, who it was — it was a dismal, deflating future. She was a freak even amongst monsters, there’d be no clan to offer protection, no one she could turn to.

Nothing.