Thursday, February 24, 2011

Pocket Tour: Etched in Bone by Adrian Phoenix

Etched in Bone is the fourth book in The Maker's Song series.  Dante Baptiste is the son of a fallen angel, forged in vampire's blood, and the Shadow Branch have been trying for yearrs to control his mind.  His heart belongs to FBI Agent Heather Wallace.  Their romance has blossomed throughout the series.

Now, Dante wants to meet the Fallen on his own terms and figure out his confused past.  But someone in Heather's human family is an enemy and wishes Dante dead.  The end is a cliffhanger, so be prepared!

Adrian Phoenix writes a thrilling and dark urban fantasy with gritty characters and an underlying love between the hero and heroine.  Complex and suspenseful situations, creative world-building, and electrifying writing will have you craving page after page.  Don't miss the first three books in this titillating series, A Rush of Wings, In the Blood and Beneath the Skin.


As a writer, a person, and a mother, I've always believed in following your dreams, following your heart. It's also important to keep your heart, so I also believe in being prepared for zombie attacks and can't stress enough the importance of having regular family drills so every member of the household is zombie-ready. One never knows.Make sure the sofa is ready to push in front of the door. be clear that if a member of the family is on the wrong side of the door when the zombie action goes down. They remain on the wrong side of the door. The greater good, etc.

I live in Springfield, Oregon in a zombie-free home (except when meeting deadlines) with three cats, Amiga, Diabla, and Ember and have two sons and three grandchildren and two granddogs. I hope one day to write a masterpiece like my father's parody of Jaws, a work written on yellow legal paper entitled Beak, the story of a rogue twenty thousand pound Cornish game hen and the men who seek to end its deadly rampage. If i write anything half as funny (and this involved tears and gasping for air), I'll be happy.

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