Happy Release Day! Blog Tour: The Harbinger by Candace Wondrak @CandaceWondrak #TheHarbinger #Fantasy #ReverseHarem #GuestPost #Excerpt #Giveaway #Books #BookBlogger

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Happy Release Day! I’m so thrilled to kick off this tour with a guest post by Candace Wondrak, AND share this gorgeous book with all of you!

There is also an exclusive excerpt for your reading enjoyment and a fab giveaway; An Amazon GC and a digital copy of book #2 in this new series! Sweet right?

The Harbinger (Release Day: Today!!!)

The rules of the Second, a list by Faith Blackwell.

One: technology doesn’t work. The Second doesn’t need electricity when it has magic. Two: don’t trust anyone. The Second’s races—the Elven, the Malus, the Ulen and the Dracon—are way too pretty to trust. Three: when someone tells you you’re the new Harbinger, believe them. Bad things happen if you don’t.

Back in the sixties, the last Harbinger permanently opened the gateways between Earth and the Second. Humanity grew accordingly. Faith is in her fifth year at the Academy, with her sight set on joining the Division, the branch of government that enforces what most law enforcement can’t, like smuggling goods between worlds. Following her mother’s footsteps has always been the plan.

Of course, she doesn’t want to follow them to a T. Her mother had awful luck with men, as did her grandma. Faith wouldn’t mind finding out what’s so special about a man that it has her quirky grandma swearing at them constantly. A field trip to the Second is just what she needs.

Being the first female Harbinger in the Second’s history and having to face down the realm’s most dangerous Dracon, also known as the ridiculously-named Dread King? Not what she needs.

Faith isn’t a hero. That sort of responsibility is not what she wants. The perks that come with it—like a sexy but infuriating Elf, a flirty Malus, and a quiet and pensive Ulen—well, maybe for them she’ll make an exception to her grandma’s no-man rule.

Maybe she’ll have them all.

The Harbinger is the first in a slow-burn, reverse harem fantasy series. Expect eventual hot and steamy scenes, coupled with the Chosen One trope, and a heroine who will reluctantly try to save a world that isn’t hers.

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Excerpt

The three males that had chosen willingly to follow in a hunter’s footsteps for a week were strong enough to string their bows, though their aiming power left much to be desired. On average, they hit their targets about one in…five.

Awful. Terrible. Light was aghast that these were supposed to be humanity’s so-called protectors.

When he was done with the men, he turned toward the final participant in his seven-day extravaganza. She was on her back, laying the sun, one arm draped across her face to shield her eyes from the light.

Was she sleeping?

Light was purposefully as quiet as he could be—which was near soundless—as he picked up the final unstrung bow and dropped it unceremoniously on her, landing it right on her stomach.

She jerked awake, blinking half a dozen times as she stared up at him. Her irises were of a pure, untainted green. They seemed to sparkle in the sunlight. They were only a level or two of intensity away from being exactly like Elven or Fae eyes. Their color…wasn’t ugly.

“That was rude,” she said, grabbing the bow and getting to her tiny feet. How did she walk on those?

“Perhaps you should not have fallen asleep during my lesson,” Light spoke, irate.

“Perhaps your lesson should not have been so boring,” she chimed, running a hand through her hair, which seemed more red than brown in the sun. “It’s memorization, buddy. Not that hard. It’s actually something I’m kind of good at.” She walked away from the two males who sat near her, studying the vellum, past the third who returned to the group after taking out the few of his arrows that made their target. “Now teach me how to shoot.”

Light smiled as he crossed his arms, the leather on his chest tight as he commanded, “I’ve already attached the bottom of the string. All you have to do is finish stringing it. It shouldn’t be too hard, since you seem to be so good at everything.”

Her bright green stare squinted at him, and for a quick moment, her eyes fell to his feet, traveling up him like she studied each part of his appearance. She stared at him too intently for his liking. Turning her back to him, she whispered, “Trust me, I’m not good at everything.” Her words probably had a hidden meaning, but Light did not care to inquire.

He watched her shoulders hunch as she sought to bend the bow—wrongly, of course—and somehow get the string to settle in the handmade notches Light had carved in them. He’d made all of the materials himself—yet another one of his punishments from the Court. That’s how he saw it, anyway.

After he laughed out loud, Light said, “Perhaps the funny one is not as strong as she thinks she is?”

She whirled to him, glowering, though the stern look did not reach her eyes. She didn’t really care about succeeding here, he could tell. “I never said I was strong. And my name—so you can stop calling me the funny one—is Faith.”

Faith.

He’d have to make certain he tried hard to not remember it.

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Reasons why I shouldn’t be the Harbinger a list by Faith Blackwell, (paraphrasing from some lovely people in the Second)

1. I’m a girl. Harbingers aren’t girls. Ever. A shame since me being a girl has everyone bugging out

2. I’m young. Harbingers are supposed to be older, grisly men with beards and lumberjack bodies, apparently

3. I don’t have balls. Kind of goes with the whole girl-thing, but to these freaking Elves, it’s a really big deal

4. I stand no chance against my fated mortal enemy, a giant dragon-like guy who’s also the first high king of a very dragon-like people (the Dracons, if you were wondering)

5. Seriously, I stand no chance against him, I’ve been told. Faith versus the Dread King Dracyrus? I’ll be down and out in the first real battle, Victi or not (Mother, dearest, I hope you don’t see this before I tell you the hilarious story about how I got my Victi before the legal age. It’s a good story, I swear)

6. I don’t have a penis. Really, I don’t understand why it’s such a huge deal that I’m not a man, but some Elves cannot deal with it. You’d think that since they’re next to ageless, they’d learn that life isn’t always what you think it’s going to be. I can vouch for that

Reasons why I am the Harbinger (a list by me, again. Mostly trying to convince myself that I have a big destiny. And trying not to fall asleep in Mr. Hugh’s class)

1. When I saw a statue of the Dread King—a freaking statue—my rage bubbled over like a witch’s pot. Never had I felt such hatred toward an inanimate object—and that’s including the old porcelain doll my grandma bought me when I was three. That thing gave me nightmares. Still does

2. When I do as little as think of the Dread King, I feel like I want to scream. I don’t know who he is. I’ve never even seen him before. But I want to kill him. Yes, yours truly wants to become a murderer. But is it really murder if it’s destiny? Will have to check up on that… 

3. I miss the Second. After mommy dearest pulled me from the palace, I felt the worst homesickness I’ve ever felt. For another world. I can’t make this crap up

4. Sitting here, doing nothing, is the worst. And I am the laziest S.O.B. this side of New York. I want to actually save the world, even if said world isn’t mine. Even if I know entire kingdoms have fallen in wars against the Dread King. (What is wrong with me? Seriously?! Ugh)

5. (This doesn’t really count, but I’m putting it here because I miss him) If I was the Harbinger, I’d get to spend more time in the Second, which means more time with Light. Wouldn’t mind those hands of his running along certain parts of me…

– Candace Wondrak

About the Author

me

Hey guys! I’m a writer, an office worker, a wife, a mother to two dogs and two cats, and half of a strange pair of young adults who flip the houses they’re living in with the goal of having no mortgage (so that I can eventually focus on my writing career!). Needless to say, I’m busy.

Still, I somehow find time to write, to read, and to enjoy life. Wish there were more hours in the day, really!

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Giveaway!!!

For a chance to win a $10 Amazon GC and a digital copy of Book #2 in The Harbinger Series, called The Fellowship, be sure to enter the giveaway below!

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Tour Schedule

November 5th

Reads & Reels (Guest Post) http://www.readsandreels.com

Adventures Thru Wonderland (Review) https://adventuresthruwonderlandreviews.wordpress.com

Bri’s Book Nook (Review)  http://brisbooknook.wordpress.com

Where Dragon’s Reside (Review) https://kernerangelina.live/

November 6th

Didi Oviatt (Excerpt)  https://didioviatt.wordpress.com

Books in My Baggage (Excerpt)  http://booksinmybaggage.com

Meggy Down the Rabbit Hole (Review) http://meggydowntherabbithole.wordpress.com/

Tranquil Dreams (Review)  http://klling.wordpress.com

November 7th 

The Most Sublime (Guest Post)  https://themostsublime.com

Reading Nook (Excerpt)  http://readingnook84.wordpress.com

Susy’s Cozy World (Review) https://susyscozyworld.wordpress.com/

November 8th

The Voluptuous Book Diva (Excerpt) http://www.thevoluptuousbookdiva.com/

Valerie’s Musings (Review) http://valeriesmusings76.wordpress.com

Nesie’s Place (Review)  https://nesiesplace.wordpress.com

November 9th

My Baby, My Books, and I (Excerpt) https://mybabymybooksandi.wordpress.com

Touch My Spine Book Reviews (Review)  https://touchmyspinebookreviews.com

Between the Bindings (Review) http://bookfanatic89.blogspot.com/

J Bronder Book Reviews (Review) http://jbronderbookreviews.wordpress.com/

 

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