Series: The Quatrefoil Chronicles #1
Release Date: Feb 2nd, 2021
NO REST FOR THE WICKED . . . OR THE CURSED.
SLATE
I didn’t mean to steal the Bloodstone from the De Morel’s crypt.
Scratch that, I did mean to steal it.
Until I realized it was a curse-magnet that only comes off if I, along with a jolly trio, successfully defeat four curses.
If any of us fail, I’m dead.
I’ve never been a glass half-empty sort of person, but my glass looks in dire need of a refill right about now.
The only highlight of this wicked treasure hunt: feisty, entitled Cadence de Morel.
CADENCE
I was raised on tales of magic, in a small town reputed to be the birthplace of French witchcraft.
Did I believe all the stories I heard? Absolutely not. I mean, if magic existed, Maman wouldn’t have died, and Papa wouldn’t be stuck in a wheelchair, right?
Wrong.
The night Slate Ardoin waltzes into my life, wearing a ring he stole from my mother’s grave, I call him a monster.
But then I meet real ones, and Slate, well . . . he becomes something else to me.
Something frustrating to live with but impossible to live without.
Something I will fight for, no matter the cost.
**Warning: contains profuse cursing (and not just the magical kind).
REVIEW QUOTES
"It had everything I love, and it's PERFECT for this time of year. The spooky French setting, the romance, friendships, mystery, characterizations, ugh! So wonderful!!!" - WENDY HIGGINS, NY Times bestselling author of Sweet Evil
"Magical curses, intriguing mystery, and a slow burn romance set against a gorgeous French backdrop, OF WICKED BLOOD is deliciously wicked!" - LANI FORBES, bestselling author of The Seventh Sun
"A beautiful elixir of magic, adventure, and slow burn romance, OF WICKED BLOOD is sure to enchant fantasy readers." - CASEY L. BOND, bestselling author of When Wishes Bleed
"Absolutely enchanting! Within the first chapter, I was hooked, and before long, I'd fallen completely in love with the story and its rich characters." - LUCÍA ASHTA, bestselling author of Magical Creatures Academy
"Of Wicked Blood is a masterfully written story full of magic, romance, and intrigue that kept me turning pages well into the night. This book is easily one of my favorites of the year. I dare you to try not to fall in love with Slate and Cadence as they quest to bring magic back to a world that's long forgotten its existence. Fans of A Discovery of Witches will gobble up this read and beg the authors for more." - JULIE HALL, bestselling author of Stealing Embers
"One of the best books I've read in a long time." - WILLOW HAYES, author of Flicker and Flame
"I just want to give a standing ovation to both Ms. Wildenstien and Ms. Hayoz because this novel is OUTSTANDING." - MYSTERIOUS BOOKSHACK
"The coming together of these two Authors 🤯. Nothing short of genius." - TONYA FOX SUMMERLIN
"5 stars is not a high enough rating." - CHENAY COLLINS
"I do not know of any words to do this book justice, utter masterpiece would be putting it lightly." - AIMIE RUTH
"Can't get enough of this book!" - HEIDI STRICKLAND
"Olivia Wildenstein and Katie Hayoz make a fantastic team! This is so well blended and works so good I'm in love with this series already!" - COURTENAY WOOD
"Omg this book is BEYOND amazing!!!!!!" - CARA HARELIK
"Great book, excellent storyline and don't even get me started about the characters! I can't get enough of the character Slate!!!" - RENEE YARO-PARRY
EXCERPT
“Bet you’re thinking I should’ve puckered up and planted one on you last night,” he says.
I don’t know if he’s trying to alleviate my mood or his own. Unless he’s just trying to get under my skin and embarrass me in front of my father.
My cheeks flame. “Trust me, that’s not even remotely close to what’s going through my mind at the moment.”
Slate’s eyes curve with a touch of humor. “De Morel, I think that if the ring doesn’t murder me, your daughter might.”
Papa’s expression clears of some somberness.
I plant my hands on my hips. “How can you be making jokes right now? Your life’s hanging by a thread!”
Slate’s expression turns so serious it makes him look years older. How old is he again? I try to remember the date on the birth certificate he showed me mere hours ago.
“That’s precisely why I’m making jokes. I don’t do sobbing and lamenting. Like I said last night, a person makes their own luck.”
“Or their own misfortune,” I mutter.
He tsks. “Such a pessimist, Mademoiselle De Morel.”
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