Welcome to the Blog Tour for Three Mages and a Margarita by Annette Marie. Sorry for the lateness, my mind is not all at times here due to many things happening (looking for a house, wedding planning), but here it is! I am so happy I can be part of the tour, I had a lot of fun participating in the Book Blitz in September.
So, for today’s tour I got all the information on this terrific sounding book, all you want to know about the author, and also got a brand-new excerpt for you to enjoy. Oh, and let’s not forget the giveaway!
Let’s get started. Ready, set, drink!
Broke, almost homeless, and recently fired. Those are my official reasons for answering a wanted ad for a skeevy-looking bartender gig.
It went downhill the moment they asked me to do a trial shift instead of an interview—to see if I’d mesh with their “special” clientele. I think that part went great. Their customers were complete dickheads, and I was an asshole right back. That’s the definition of fitting in, right?
I expected to get thrown out on my ass. Instead, they…offered me the job?
It turns out this place isn’t a bar. It’s a guild. And the three cocky guys I drenched with a margarita during my trial? Yeah, they were mages. Either I’m exactly the kind of takes-no-shit bartender this guild needs, or there’s a good reason no one else wants to work here.
So what’s a broke girl to do? Take the job, of course—with a pay raise.
Note: The three mages are definitely sexy, but this series isn’t a reverse harem. It’s 100% fun, sassy, fast-paced urban fantasy.
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Time for an excerpt!
Annette Marie is the author of Amazon best-selling YA urban fantasy series Steel & Stone, its prequel trilogy Spell Weaver, and romantic fantasy trilogy Red Winter. Her first love is fantasy, but fast-paced adventures and tantalizing forbidden romances are her guilty pleasures. She lives in the frozen winter wasteland of Alberta, Canada (okay, it’s not quite that bad) with her husband and their furry minion of darkness—sorry, cat—Caesar. When not writing, she can be found elbow-deep in one art project or another while blissfully ignoring all adult responsibilities.
My eyes narrowed. “Clara told me this guild is on the up-and-up.“We are.” He grabbed the laptop he must have gone outside to get before sneaking in through the kitchen.
“Following the letter of the law and following the spirit of the law are two different things.” “And which one does the Crow and Hammer follow?”
“Whichever is most convenient at any given moment.” He jumped over the bar and landed neatly on the other side. Setting his laptop down, he slid onto a stool. “I need something stronger than rum tonight.”
“What would you like?” “Surprise me.”
While I poured him a double whiskey sour, he flipped open the laptop. I slid the drink over to him, then eyed the long, thin object he’d carried in, encased in heavy-duty black fabric.
“What’s that?” I asked. “Hmm? Oh, just my switch.” “Your … what?”
He dragged his attention off his screen. “Oh right, sorry. Guess you wouldn’t know.” He pushed his laptop aside and drew the case closer. “A switch is a magical conduit. The real term is caduceus, but who wants to say that all the time?”
Unzipping it, he pulled the narrow bag open to show me what lay within. I looked from the glossy black sheath to the gleaming hilt, then back at Aaron.
“That is a sword.” A freakin’ sword. Who walked around with a sword?
“Only useless mages train with wands. We train with weapons. If someone is trying to kill me, I’d rather have a sword than try to poke their eyes out with a piddly wand.”
I grasped the leather-wrapped handle and lifted it a few inches, its weight surprising me. “Do people try to kill you often?”
“Not usually.” He zipped the bag. “MPD doesn’t have the manpower to track down every rogue across the globe, so they post bounties instead. Guilds do the tag and bag, then hand the perp over for trial.”
“Huh.” I remembered a passing remark he’d made on Sunday. “And you’re after a bounty for a rogue … sorcerer?”
“Yep. Thought we had a solid lead this afternoon so I grabbed Sharpie, but the guy gave us the slip.” “Sharpie? You named your sword Sharpie?”
“We’re supposed to be incognito, Tori. What if someone overheard me talking about my Fiery Deathbringer or Warblade of Murderous Doom?”
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