Tour: Moonlight Mayhem (Spellbound 2) by Sherry Soule (Excerpt and Trailer)

Hi everybody, I’m author, Sherry Soule—waving from Castro Valley, California, where it can get pretty foggy even in the summer. And even with the fog burning off by afternoon, I’m lounging at my deskwith a fan and chatting on Twitter about my love of books.

I just wanted to say thanks for letting me visit today as part of my epic Moonlight Mayhem Blog. It’s a real honor to be a guest and meet all you awesome booklovers—like me!

Thus far, my tour has been a blast for me and all the readers that participated.Ifyou haven’t heard of my blog tour, well, it’s not too late to join the fun!

To celebrate the release of author, Sherry Soule’s new paranormal novel, MOONLIGHT MAYHEM, she has graciously offered us a sneak peek at the second book in this unforgettable young adult series, and a look at thethrilling book trailer.Enjoy!

Watch the 2^ndbook trailer in the Epic Spellbound Series!

Special Excerpt taken from MOONLIGHT MAYHEM

In his soft gaze lingered a mute invitation. A fervent question. Trent took my hand. Unspoken feelings tangled as our fingers intertwined. Complicated veil of yearning drifted between our eyes. My arms encircled his waist. I rested my head against his chest. Inhaled his scent, a mixture of soap, minty toothpaste, and boy. Listened to his heartbeat. We exhaled simultaneously and he pressed his face in my hair. Calming and at the same time-intense.

I clutched at the front of his shirt and tilted my head. Our lips were a breath apart. My stomach flipped with anticipation. Our mouths touched lightly, but it quickly turned into a passionate kiss and we melted together. All thoughts of lycans and death disappeared. My eyelids fluttered closed. My arms wrapped around his body like entwining ivy. Clinging and pulling him to me, kissing him with all the repressed emotions whirling inside me.

Apart from the knee-jerking kiss, something tangible stirred inside me. It inhabited the center of my chest, a murmur of power unfurling. It tickled, then pulsed, then burned. The strange, thrumming energy felt like a bud blossoming into a flower and stretching toward the sun.

Black magick. My magick. His magick.

I should have been more scared and worried. But I wasn’t, although my heart beat too fast. And my voice had dried up. I forced myself to break the kiss, but didn’t move—because this is the weird part—I didn’t want him to stop holding me….

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