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Keepers of Eternity Series by Devyn Quinn - Book Tour + Giveaway

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Echoes of Angels
Keepers of Eternity Book 1
by Devyn Quinn

Paranormal Romance

If you like dark paranormal romance, you’ll love the Keepers of Eternity series by Devyn Quinn!

This is an exciting, atmospheric story. . . . 
A dark fantasy with tortured characters and dramatic events,  
Echoes of Angels is a very promising start to a new series. 
4½ stars.” —Romantic Times

With her life in shambles and nowhere to turn, Julienne Blackthorne has no
choice but to accept her grandmother’s offer to return to her
ancestral home—a home Julienne’s mother fled in fear more than
twenty years ago. What she finds there is a world so macabre it
haunts her senses and fills her with dread. And the darkly compelling
Morgan Saint-Evanston, whose mysterious pull haunts her in more
sensual ways.

Morgan was once the most feared mercenary in a sinister realm and was
destined to become the leader of his people—a duty he abandoned
when his tormented soul drove him to seek exile in the mortal world.
Tortured by his betrayal and the knowledge that those who dwell on
the dark side will one day have their vengeance, he turns to the
beautiful Julienne for one last moment of solace. Because the veils
separating the worlds are about to open, and Morgan knows he must
take the fight to the enemy before the forces of darkness unleash
their unholy hell on mankind.

As Julienne surrenders to the undeniable passion that flares between
them and Morgan prepares to confront a fate he cannot ignore, both
will be plunged into a realm where human souls are open barter and
even the power of love may not be enough to save them. 

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Descent of Demons
Keepers of Eternity Book 2

Devyn Quinn writes compelling characters, a chilling and gripping story,
and a setting that is easily seen within your mind’s eye.”
Rogues and Romance Reviews

Left for dead in a hellish corner of the dark realm, Julienne Blackthorne
refused to surrender, and through her own force of will and her love
for one man she managed to survive and escape. But survival brings
its own new hell when she makes a horrific discovery. A demonic
sorcerer has begun a search for the forbidden Scrolls of Cachaen,
ancient texts that will restore his waning magic and give him the
power to take his final revenge on the man Julienne loves, Morgan

In a desperate quest to save Morgan and stop the diabolical sorcerer
from gaining control of the scrolls, Julienne will be forced to
confront the most sinister powers of this dark world. And in a race
against time that will determine the fate of all mankind, Julienne
and Morgan will find themselves in a perilous battle against evil
that will either condemn them to eternal misery . . . or grant them
everlasting love.

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Julienne Blackthorne hung suspended in an endless void. Ensnared by the insidious webs of a dark, lingering nightmare, phantasmagoric images paraded constantly through her mind. Creating a twisted dreamscape, they stifled all reality, ushering her into a hellish world in which she comprehended she would ultimately die. The prolonged struggle to break free had drained her spirit and strength.
A slew of images ravaged her feverish brain as she mentally relived an actual terrifying experience. Through a veil of kaleidoscopic memories, she observed a glowing red pit. A being she believed to be Satan himself walked leisurely around it. He was a looming figure clothed head-to-foot in crimson robes. He seemed to be coming for her, his hands bearing down into her vision. His fingers, twisted into a claw, latched into her forehead with a viselike grip, digging sharp fingernails into her skin. A thousand splintering facets of agony spread through her as he ripped asunder the soft flesh of her face. Her blood flowed in rivulets, mingling with the sweat of her fear, stinging her eyes. She struggled to breathe, gasping as coppery slime assaulted her lips and she tasted her own blood. Fighting for air, she gagged when a crushing weight pounded into her chest. Like a giant spider’s victim paralyzed by the bite, she felt she’d been pierced and seeded with a strange alien life form, a thing that would eat her up from the inside.
Suddenly, her nightmare shattered.
But the pain remained.
* * *
The fire in the pit had burned out, and the dungeon was very cold and still. Cracking open swollen eyes, Julienne weakly shifted her head, trying to make out her surroundings. Torches cast eerie shadows, and the dungeon lay deserted beneath their hazed light. The thick sooty smoke they exuded hung like vapor around the stone walls and floor.
The atmosphere of the immense chamber was flat, tranquil and quiet, as though separated from all reality. The lingering scent of burnt flesh and congealed blood mingled, creating an odor that made it difficult to breathe. The nauseating stench singed the fragile lining of her nostrils; she began to pant heavily through her open mouth. Her guts heaved and she swallowed hard, resisting the urge to vomit.
She gagged, feeling a strange writhing sensation between her lungs. A thin film of sweat coated her skin. She was chilled despite the fever raging through her. And though she’d been badly wounded, there was a curious numbness in her body, as if she were anesthetized.
A grimace crossed her face; the movement of the muscles hurt. Without her willing them, her hands rose. She felt the wounds, tracing each with her fingers. She winced when her touch brought pain.
Her face was savagely disfigured, marked with raw cuts. All at once the memories resurrected themselves, chilling the blood in her veins. Details of the night she’d crossed into Sclyd solidified. Morgan…the temple of light…being captured by the Jansi warriors…being tortured…
In a spasm of terror, she wrenched her head to one side, begging the visions in her mind to go away, to leave her alone. There were so many, she wasn’t sure if they were real or part of a strange fantasy. But one memory was stark, for it accompanied an unspeakable agony.
A mad giggle escaped her throat. No other voices chimed in to comfort her. Silence all around.
She moved her mouth, but for a moment no human sound came forth.
“My face!” she keened in a hoarse whisper. She refused to cry. This place would extract no tears from her. Her body hurt; and when she remembered why, her ache went deeper, past the physical and into her soul. She didn’t want to remember or think. She wanted to close her eyes and forget this place, sink into the oblivion that was death so she wouldn’t hurt anymore.
Sclyd. I’ve come into another world now.
She stared dizzily about, the hopeless futility of her plight stabbing at her heart. Half-mad with the realization her horrible nightmare was no dream, her mind teetered on the brink between sanity and insanity, acceptance and denial warring inside her.
“Morgan,” she moaned softly, his name a sob on her lips. Her indistinct voice echoed in the vastness around her, repeated a thousand times over, as if the broken silence took glee in mocking her. Fear was beginning to loosen her hold on reason.
Still too weak to rise, she turned her head in the only other direction her neck would allow. Now holding only ashes, the great stone pit of her nightmares had gone cold hours ago. Instruments of torture stood silent, mute testimony to the many victims who had found their deaths in this unholy place. The sorcerer and his minions were gone.
How long have I been unconscious? She had no way of knowing.
The battle was over. The casualties had been counted, the dead claimed. Had her lover survived, or had he perished? She recalled very little of how she came to be unconscious. She only knew that she seemed to have been left behind, completely and utterly abandoned. If Morgan had not died, had he left her deliberately? She hadn’t forgotten his threat that he would leave her if she became a burden. Had she become a liability—expendable, disposable— because she was only a mortal?
Surely, he didn’t…surely he wouldn’t…
Did he leave me? Her heart pounded frantically, her thoughts becoming a weird babble as the last bit of composure deserted her. Unwelcome tears stung her eyes. Morgan was crafty, and she knew it. Morgan manipulated people, and she knew that, too.
Had he manipulated her, played her for a fool? He hadn’t wanted her to cross over into his world. Had he chosen to walk away, deciding to free himself of their bond in the only way possible? The fear, the doubt, began to gnaw at her mind, pushing her deeper into the mire of madness that shimmered like a dark pool in the depths of her soul.
You wanted to deny being mated to me. Is this your way of paying me back for defying you? Leaving me here to die?
Morgan, she knew, could be obdurate, detached, irresponsible and above all, much given to contradiction, but she’d never had reason to believe he truly wished to hurt her, or that he took the slightest pleasure in doing so. Though seemingly self-absorbed, he missed little. He was introspective, but his antennae were attuned to those around him. If he had survived and departed without her it was because he had to, not because he wanted to. She had to believe that.
She didn’t regret the decision she’d made to follow him, but she knew she’d acted rashly and the consequence dismayed her. She’d trusted him to protect her. Through the deep tide of confusion, she realized he wasn’t able to. But he wasn’t completely to blame. He’d warned her of the dangers. And she’d made her choice, choosing to let her heart rule her head. She had to accept the responsibility that she’d done this to herself. Realization, however, didn’t lessen her sense of hopeless abandonment.

Genesis Awry
Keepers of Eternity Book 3

Since Julienne Blackthorne succumbed to the dark passion of the erotic and
erratic Morgan Saint-Evanston, she’s been forced to draw on her
deepest strengths to survive the demonic realm of the otherworld and
the treacherous existence of an immortal. But when Morgan obtains the
Scrolls of Cachaen—said to be the keys controlling the forces of
nature itself—it unleashes a deeply sinister beast from the astral
realm who wields an unholy power capable of defying their efforts to
destroy him.

Morgan knows that safeguarding the scrolls is his only hope for protecting
Julienne and all of mankind, but the powerful and mystical scrolls
are taking a debilitating toll on him, even as very mortal enemies
scheme to control him for their own purposes. As he is stripped of
the strength he needs to wage an epic war against the beast hell-bent
on their destruction, he realizes he will have to turn to a dark
magick for their salvation—one that may consume his soul. 

And as Morgan and Julienne struggle to defend themselves and the
hard-fought love that fires them both, they will come face-to-face
with a cruel fate that would turn their one hope for survival into
the very thing that could lead to their ultimate destruction.

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Rise of the Beast
Keepers of Eternity Book 4

Morgan Saint-Evanston has prevailed over every demented beast sprung from
the otherworld, but now he finds himself tormented by an earthside
foe who could destroy everything he’s built in the mortal realm.
Forced to turn to a magickal ally to preserve the sanctity of
Blackthorne Manor and safeguard its secrets, he discovers that the
bewitching creature’s services come at a chilling price: the very
part of his soul that harbors his humanity.

Julienne Blackthorne is bonded to Morgan by blood, but the emotional and
erotic ties that bind them are fraying as his lost humanity sends him
spiraling downward to the furthest extremes of darkness and
depravity. As Julienne struggles to save the man she loves from utter
and eternal ruin, she must delve into her own dark powers at the risk
of forsaking her sanity.

As Morgan and Julienne steel themselves to do battle with his greatest
inner demons and those who would deny him his legacy, they must
confront the very real threat that his fragmented psyche will lead
him to the edge of self-destruction—and the destruction of all they
hold dear, both in this world and in their hearts.

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Devyn Quinn lives in the scenic Southwest, though she has called several
other states home. She is a huge fan of dark gothic music &
shoot-'em-up action movies. 

Having published through traditional channels, Devyn got fed up with the
antiquated New York system & decided to head into indy publishing
with Beyond the Page. Beginning in 2017, she will be releasing new
work. She is also planning to reissue her former NY titles with fresh
material & smoking hot cover art. More exciting is the
forthcoming "Ocean Deep" mermaid series, which will tell
more tales of the Mer. The Kith & Kynn, Eternity, and Wildcat
series' will also be continued with new books.

Follow the tour HERE for exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!

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