I am so excited that REMNANTS OF POWER
by H. F. Cunningham is
available now and that I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book, be sure to check out
all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a finished copy of the book &
swag courtesy of H.F. &
Rockstar Book Tours. So if
you’d like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.
About The Book:
Author: H. F. Cunningham
Pub. Date: June 1, 2023
Publisher: H. F. Cunningham
Formats: Paperback, eBook
Pages: 698
Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/REMNANTS-OF-POWER
"You're sure about this?"
"Absolutely not, but let's do it anyway."
Banished from the only home she has ever known and still reeling from the knowledge of what she truly is, and just how many people want to kill her, Tannin has no choice but to ally with dangerous figures from her past to survive. In a stronghold ruled by wargs, Tannin must learn to step up and claim her blood heritage. As her own monstrous abilities develop, Tannin finds that she likes the taste of power. But she isn't the only one hungering for it.
Desperate to correct her past mistakes, Ava - along with Tannin's old friend Flint - leaves the safety of Armodan to follow the wargs. With her fledgling skills as a druidic healer, Ava strives to prove herself useful and earn her place in Tannin's new life. Finally free of the constraints of royal life, Ava discovers that she has only scratched the surface of her own darker powers.
But power never comes without a price.
The rise of a queen.
A cruel betrayal.
And a nation on the brink of tearing itself apart.
Schemes and treacheries are brewing and boiling over on all sides.
Unravelling them seems impossible. Perhaps surviving them is too.
Grab book 1 REMNANTS OF BLOOD now!
Excerpt:
Tannin made a disgusted noise as she picked a fat, oozing slug off her
shoe. She was so over camping and the creepy crawlies that seemed to
appear out of nowhere and get into everything.
Tannin rubbed her eyes. She’d slept like shit again and could feel a bad
mood hovering over her like a storm cloud. Inside the tent behind her, Ava
snored in her sleep. She’d snored most of the morning, even when Tannin
kicked her.
There were…complicated feelings where Ava was concerned that she’d rather
not deal with, and it was only made worse by the fact they had to sleep
next to each other. The tents they slept in were nothing fancy. Just a
sheet of water-proofed canvas, wooden pegs and thin cords that somehow
held it all together. She’d tried every negotiating tactic she knew to try
and get out of sharing a tent with the princess, but with Adair and Flint
sharing one and Dana solidly refusing to give up hers, there was little
choice. Ava knew that Tannin needed her, and it made her insufferable.
Worse than that – she kept trying to talk. Like really talk. About what
happened in Armodan. Tannin did not want to talk about it, and she refused
to accept Ava’s apologies.
Maybe if they did talk it out, it would be better than this horrible
stalemate they were in, but Tannin was bitter about the whole thing, and
Ava lording it over her while she was at her weakest wasn’t doing anything
to improve her attitude.
“What’re you scowling at?” Flint asked as he emerged, tousle-haired, from
his tent. His long limbs unfolded as he yawned and stretched out his
cramped muscles. It must be a tight fit in the boys’ tent, Tannin thought.
Flint was long and lanky, and Adair was even taller, and quite frankly,
built like a house.
Tannin was about to reply when she was interrupted by a shriek from
inside her tent. Ava came barrelling out, wild-eyed and holding a slug at
arm’s length.
“Did you put a slug on me while I was sleeping?!” she demanded,
brandishing the slug at Tannin.
“No,” Tannin replied innocently.
Ava glared and scoured her face for any trace of a lie. When she didn’t
find one, she threw the poor slug aside and stomped off in the direction
of the river to wash the slime from her clothes.
Tannin chuckled and poked at the fire she was trying to get going. Flint
leaned forward, chin on his hand, and gave her a hard look. She glanced at
him slyly out of the corner of her eye.
“Tannin,” he said sternly.
“Yes?” She gave him her most angelic face.
“How many slugs?”
She grinned evilly just as another shriek came from the river.
“TANNIN!”
About H. F. Cunningham:
Hello! I'm HF Cunningham; a queer YA/NA fantasy author who likes
puns!
My debut novel Remnants of Blood is launching 14th September 2021 and is
perfect for lovers of fantasy, intriguing characters, enemies to lovers,
monsters, Scottish accents and witty banter!
Follow me on instagram hfcunningham.author or twitter hfcunningham or
check out my website www.hfcunningham.com
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Giveaway Details:
2 winners will win a signed finished copy of REMNANTS OF POWER & swag,
US Only.
Ends June 17th, midnight EST
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