Things That Should Stay
Buried
By Casey L.
Bond
Genre: YA Epic
Fantasy/Mythology
Editor: Stacy Sanford/ The Girl with the Red
Pen
Cover & Trailer Designer: Melissa
Stevens/ The Illustrated Author Design Services
Publication Date: August 28th,
2020.
Hosted by: Lady Amber’s PR
.
Blurb
Some destinies are written in the
stars. Others must be bought with blood…
The Zodia are real. Clawing their way from a
long-forgotten tomb, they emerge, ravenous to claim everyone born under their star signs. Plotting to
resurrect kingdoms no human knew existed, they are driven by a hunger for vengeance against the one
who buried them: Aries.
Larken is a natural born sprinter, but even she
can’t outrun the darkness closing in. A shelter-in-place order has been issued, causing widespread panic.
Some brush the alarm off as a drill, until people begin to disappear... vanishing without a trace. Left with only one option, Larken’s brother does what he must to save her life... and calls forth Aries.
Considered a traitor by his own kind, only
Aries has the power to stand against the Zodia. But he can’t do it alone. Mystically bonded to Larken, the
pair must band together for the fight to come if either hope to make it out alive. Neither anticipated the
passion that would ignite between them. Yet, in a world suddenly thrust into chaos, it may be the key to
their survival.
The Zodia are out for blood with their
attentions inexplicably focused on Larken. When long buried truths finally come to light, will their love
be their salvation or their curse?
“A mesmerizing and haunting twist on a
familiar tale you don’t want to miss. “ - Cameo Renae, USA Today bestselling author of the Hidden
Wings Series
“Casey L. Bond reaches for the stars to
bring us Things That Should Stay Buried. The Zodia are beautiful, dangerous and to die for.”- New York
Times Bestselling Author Chanda Hahn
Casey Bond lives in West Virginia with her
husband and their two beautiful daughters. She likes goats and yoga, but hasn't tried goat yoga because
the family goat is so big he might break her back. Seriously, he's the size of a pony. Her favorite books
are the ones that contain magical worlds and flawed characters she would want to hang out with. Most
days of the week, she writes young adult fantasy books, letting her imaginary friends spill onto the blank
page.
Casey is the award-winning author of When
Wishes Bleed, the Frenzy series, and fairy tale retellings such as Riches to Rags, Savage Beauty, Unlocked
and Brutal Curse.
Learn more about her work at www.authorcaseybond.com.
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Only inches separated us. He leaned in and let
the tip of his horn rake into my hair. I shouldn’t have liked it. I should’ve turned away from him. But his
hand was warm and rough on my side, and for whatever reason – whether it was the pledge or not –
Aries wanted to touch me. And I needed to feel something other than fear.
I liked the feel of his hand on my hip as it slid
down and pulled me closer. Closer. Closer.
Until my chest bumped against his and he
inhaled loudly. A strangled sound escaped his parted lips.
I reached up and brushed my fingertips over
his horn and watched him shudder. His eyes, when they weren’t focused on my lips, tracked my every
movement.
He closed them as I let my fingertips graze his
horn again, drifting over every obsidian bump and ridge. His hand tightened against my side, the tips of
his claws digging in ever so slightly. His free hand cupped my jaw as a rumble tore from his chest.
“You tempt me,” he said.
There was tension,
accusation, and something more profound in his voice.
The dark slashes that were his eyebrows
furrowed as I lowered my hand, taking it away from his horn and brushing it down his chest, over his
black tunic. His breath hitched as I slid it back up to toy with the hair at the nape of his neck. I didn’t
know what came over me.
Maybe it was the fact that he was so close, or
the gravity of the situation in which we’d found ourselves. Or the brazen but reverent way he held his
hand against my skin, against the mark. Maybe it was the look in his eyes that told me he wanted me to
touch him back.
Whatever it was, something had shifted
between me and Aries… something dangerous. Because if I was going to survive him, I couldn’t allow
myself to fall for him.
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