{"id":9640,"date":"2022-12-11T00:33:59","date_gmt":"2022-12-11T05:33:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=9640"},"modified":"2022-12-11T00:33:59","modified_gmt":"2022-12-11T05:33:59","slug":"why-are-you-crying-manticore-by-kate-hill-katehillromance-weekendwritingwarriors-paranormalromance","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/?p=9640","title":{"rendered":"Why Are You Crying? &#8211; Manticore by Kate Hill @katehillromance #weekendwritingwarriors #paranormalromance"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><center><a href=\"http:\/\/wewriwa.blogspot.com\/\"><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/1.bp.blogspot.com\/-cWrW5h1cKkY\/UQaGUcSiNeI\/AAAAAAAABAA\/UxDMpIoXpJk\/s1600\/wewriwa_button.png\" border=\"0\" \/><\/a><\/center>Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop during which authors share 8-10 sentences from their work.<\/p>\n<p>This excerpt is from Manticore (Confessions 3). It&#8217;s due to release toward the end of this month.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Excerpt:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou, boy. Why are you crying?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Clinging to a low tree branch, I studied the thin, trembling youth sitting near the fire pit in a clearing in the dark woods. More precisely, it was my fire pit in my clearing. No one came here. Not ever.<\/p>\n<p>The boy glanced around, surprised.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUp here.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The kid lifted his teary green gaze toward me, but instead of weakness, anger shone in those eyes. Hurt, too, but the anger nabbed my interest.<\/p>\n<p><strong>And a bit more, if you&#8217;d like to continue:<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>\u201cWho are you?\u201d the boy asked. \u201cI can\u2019t see you very well.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Grinning wickedly, I leapt from the tree and landed in a graceful crouch a short distance from my unexpected guest. The kid\u2019s eyes widened a bit, and he drew a sharp breath.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHow did you get here?\u201d I asked. \u201cWhat kind of magic?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMy family\u2019s magic. It\u2019s never worked for me before. I thought it never would.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Tilting my head slightly, I continued studying the boy. Yes, I recognized a fellow outcast when I saw one.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>Manticore<\/strong><br \/>\nby Kate Hill<br \/>\nSeries: Confessions<br \/>\nUniverse: Pandemonium<br \/>\nFormat(s): Ebook<br \/>\nHeat Level: Erotic<br \/>\nPairing(s): Multiple Partners<br \/>\nGenre\/Themes: Paranormal, Shapeshifters, Dark Fantasy, Urban Fantasy, Magic<br \/>\nLength: Novella<br \/>\nCover Art: Bryan Keller<\/p>\n<p>Martin: I was an outcast. Humiliated and abused, I ran away to carve out a life apart from the Specter family business. Convinced the family magic would never work for me, I was taken by surprise when I met\u00a0<em>him<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>Manticore: Shunned by other manifestations, I lived alone and nameless. Then I found Martin. He gave me a name and his body. Now, we exist as one. We never expected to find a woman who\u2019ll love us, but Daisy Fay is full of surprises. We\u2019ve walked through demonic fire to protect her, and we will have her as our mate.<\/p>\n<p>Daisy Fay: Martin is the sweetest guy I know. Manticore is an enticing beast. I never dreamed they shared a body. It\u2019s a good thing I love them both. We\u2019re in constant danger, though, because their father wants to kill them. They want to keep me safe, but sitting in the sidelines isn\u2019t my style, and they\u2019d better get used to it.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Pre-Order Links: <a href=\"https:\/\/www.changelingpress.com\/manticore-confessions-3-b-3447\">Changeling Press<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Read snippets from other authors in the Weekend Writing Warriors Blog hop <a href=\"http:\/\/wewriwa.blogspot.com\/\">here<\/a>.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Welcome to the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop during which authors share 8-10 sentences from their work. This excerpt is from Manticore (Confessions 3). It&rsquo;s due to release toward the end of this month. Excerpt: &ldquo;You, boy. Why are you crying?&rdquo; Clinging to a low tree branch, I studied the thin, trembling youth sitting near&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":9630,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,946],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9640","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-general","category-wewriwa-blog-hop"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9640","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=9640"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9640\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9641,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9640\/revisions\/9641"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/9630"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=9640"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=9640"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kate-hill.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=9640"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}