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Monday, January 25, 2016

Blog Tour: Punished by Samantha Stone


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Punished
by Samantha Stone
Publication Date: October 12, 2014
Genres: Dark Fantasy, Romance


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Mary just wants to get away from her boss, but quitting her job would leave her and her sister homeless. Raphael is a criminal living with the never-ending guilt of the crimes he committed centuries ago. Punished brings them together in a romance filled with lore, laugher, and love. Samantha Stone is pleased to present Book 1 of her new paranormal romance series, Crescent City Creatures.

Raphael Saar is an exiled werewolf, a convict on the direct path to a death sentence—for a crime he didn’t commit. He doesn’t care, so long as he can end the human trafficking ring kidnapping women across New Orleans.

Recovering from a horrific tragedy, one particularly bad day for Mary Newman has stretched into months. A nanny for a wealthy family in New Orleans, she can’t understand why she’s being constantly humiliated by her boss until the night she learns that he’s not human—and neither is she.

Only Raphael can save her from the monster feeding from her misery, but will Mary be able to stop his execution?

Punished teams up werewolves, banshees, a wompus cat and a haint in order to rid New Orleans of a group of immortals determined to hurt the city’s women and kill Raphael’s pack.

Content Notes: Spicy, Urban Fantasy, Paranormal, Suspense, Shifters, Wolves, Other Weres, Magic, Ghosts



Excerpt 1: 
Leila finished the drink for her, raising her eyebrows over the rim of the cup. Let’s go, after you buy me one of those, she signed. 
Unease settled over Mary like a cloak. Now that she was in vicinity of the dance floor, men eyed her like she was a Bloody Mary they had a craving for. She was so sick of that look, she could spit. It was why she never wore makeup—between Richard and his friends, she was under constant scrutiny. Lip gloss and even skinny jeans were an invitation for straying hands. It wasn’t their fault, she had invited it by the way her hair swung above her ass as she walked. She shouldn’t walk that way, taunting innocent men with the movement of her hips.
She’d learned. She learned more every time she brought the men cocktails. 
She knew she stood as stiff as a board. Her upper lip had certainly thinned in the way her mother used to, not unkindly, say was unattractive. When she thought she felt a hand nearing her, she lurched away, causing her to almost fall into the crowd of dancers, drinks sloshing and curses following behind her. 
Then she saw him. He stood almost a head taller than all the other men in the club, but he wasn’t thin. He had a massive chest that tapered to lean hips and muscular thighs, all encased in matte black. His hair matched his clothes and she couldn’t make out his eyes, even when the strobe lights flashed, but she was sure they were as dark as his hair. Unlike the other men in the room, he looked like it was just as hard for him to be there as it was for her. He didn’t appear bored, but as if there was somewhere else he had to be, and it was not here. His grimace was feral; she thought she saw a fleeting slash of bared white teeth. 
He frowned at the two men on either side of him. All three seemed to spend the majority of their time at the gym. The man on the right was slightly unhappy, but less angry than his friend. 
He was leaner than the other two, with sandy brown hair and slitted eyes. Tattoos sleeved one of his arms. The man on the right reminded Mary of Thor, with blond hair curling to his shoulders, his blue eyes sparkling as he ignored his friends’ ire. How he was so cheerful in the midst of the Angst Brothers’ tempers, she didn’t know. She couldn’t help but notice Thor still seemed dangerous, despite his smile. He’s just the friendliest of the three. She decided not to cross any of them. 
Suddenly the dark man turned his head, meeting her gaze. She’d been caught staring. She felt a blush creep up from her chest as she quickly dragged her eyes away. Going to avoid that corner of the room. 
Excerpt 2: 
Leila loved to sit on the bench outside the carriage house and wave until Mary made it inside. Mary knew she also liked to see the glamor that was the inside of the home; she was sure they didn’t own a single knickknack worth less than ten thousand dollars, a notion that caused her to take great care when she worked. When Mary took the short path to main house, she was surprised to see Richard waiting for her at the door. 
“You had a man stay the night,” he said. His normally handsome face was mottled with red. She could have sworn his eyes turned from brown to black, his normally straight white teeth forming sharp, yellowed points. 
“Yes.” She wouldn’t apologize. She wouldn’t let this man scare her anymore. 
“That is not allowed,” he spat, inventing the asinine rule on the spot. “You belong to me.” 
She stepped toward him, angling her chin up. “No, I work for you. You don’t own me.” 
A hard slap cut across her face. Lights blinked in front of her eyes; the pain dazed her. She felt blood drip from beneath her left eye. 
Never in her life had she been hit. I will not cry. After everything Richard had said and done, she should have expected this. I will not cry. 
Only one more year of this. I will not cry. 


About the Author



Samantha StoneSamantha Stone is a twenty-something graduate student studying speech-language pathology in Alabama.

She’s proficient in French and Signing Exact English, and considers New Orleans the home of her heart.

Most days you can find her doing speech- related research, chasing her creatures around New Orleans (in her head), or curled up with a good book.

She drinks hot chocolate year-round.






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