Tour ~ Death Doom and Detention by Darynda Jones with Giveaway!

I am so happy this book is finally here! I can't wait to find out what Lorelei and the gang are getting into next. And lucky us, we get a scene from the first book, Death and the Girl Next Door from sexy Jared's POV! Plus, Darynda being the ever so generous person she is, is giving away a copy of this sure to be awesome book! 

The normal part of Lorelei MacAlister’s life didn’t just slip away quietly the day Jared Kovach came to town. Nope. The normal part of her life shattered. It exploded. It burst into a gazillion shards of fleeting light.

It went out with a bang.

Goodbye normal.

Hello dark and eerie.

While her best friend, Brooklyn, is focusing all of her energy on helping Lorelei hone her abilities, Lorelei is dealing with the reality that Satan’s second in command has taken up residence inside her body. Oh, and the fact that she has a crush on the Angel of Death. But what a beautiful death it is. If those weren’t bad enough, something sinister has come to town and it wants nothing more than to hear Lorelei’s dying breath as it strangles it out of her. Thank goodness the gang has a supernatural champion. But what happens when the only being who can save them switches sides midstream? How can a group of misfits capture one of the most powerful beings ever created? And will they find out how to bring Jared back to them before it’s too late?

NYTimes and USA Today Bestselling Author Darynda Jones has won numerous awards for her work, including a prestigious Golden Heart®, a Rebecca, two Hold Medallions, a RITA ®, and a Daphne du Maurier, and she has received stellar reviews from dozens of publications including starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist, and the Library Journal. As a born storyteller, Darynda grew up spinning tales of dashing damsels and heroes in distress for any unfortunate soul who happened by, annoying man and beast alike, and she is ever so grateful for the opportunity to carry on that tradition. She currently has two series with St. Martin’s Press: The Charley Davidson Series and the Darklight Trilogy. She lives in the Land of Enchantment, also known as New Mexico, with her husband of almost 30 years and two beautiful sons, the Mighty, Mighty Jones Boys. She can be found at www.daryndajones.com.

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And now an excerpt from Death and the Girl Next Door From Jared’s POV!

I stood in the hall of a high school watching a nephilim—a part-human, part-angelic being— try his hand at staring me down. He was blond with the bright blue eyes of so many nephilim who’d come before him. And he was fool to confront the likes of me. None of my celestial brothers had the power that I had. The power to either give or take human life. It was the perk of being the Angel of Death, a veritable outcast even among my own. One touch, one thought, and this boy would meet his maker much sooner than he’d anticipated. But he didn’t seem to care. I found that fascinating.

What I found even more fascinating was the girl, the prophet I’d come for, staring at me as well, only hidden in the shadows of the lockers. Still, her gray eyes bore into me. Her scent, a blend of honey and wildflowers, tantalized. Beckoned.

From the beginning of time, when Earth was being formed beneath my feet, when man was molded in the likeness of my Father, I had never longed to taste the nectar of a human, the forbidden fruit of seraphim. And then I saw her. My mouth watered every time she drew near. I recognized her soul. It was old and powerful and as bright as a raging fire under a starless sky.

But I didn’t dare look away from the nephilim. Even half human, he would be fast. Strong. Formidable.

The leader of the school, the principal they called him, barked at the boy. Told him to get to class. The boy offered me a challenging smile before tearing his gaze away and nodding toward the man. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was mocking the man.

“Where did you get that?”

I turned to the principal and played my part. “Sir?” I asked. Did they still say sir?

“Your tattoo. Where did you get it?”

I bit down. I’d forgotten about the bands around my arms. The ones that showed my name and rank. I righted that mistake then said, “Tattoo? I don’t have one.” I brought my arm around to show him, Mr. Davis, that I bore no markings. I wondered if he would’ve recognized them from his childhood. He’d seen me when I’d come to take his brother. He’d looked into my eyes as his sibling drew in his last breath on this plane. He’d known what I was.

The principal’s brows slid together, his expression baffled. “I could have sworn—”

“I want one,” I said with a shrug, “but my mom says I have to wait.”

The girl, Lorelei, reacted to my voice. She warmed like dew as though every syllable were a caress.

“You’re new,” the principal said after sizing him up for a long moment.

Nothing got past him. “Yes, sir.”

“And your name is?”

I paused and let my gaze slide past Lorelei to a poster on the wall behind her. “Jared,” I said, returning my gaze to the principal.

“Jared?” the principal asked, pressing for a last name.

I looked again, this time to the letters at the bottom of the poster that said the football player, Jaredan Scott, was sponsored by Kovach Plumbing and Supplies. “Kovach, sir. Jared Kovach.”

“Well, Mr. Kovach, I’m Principal Davis.” He offered his hand. I took it, tuning out his next round of questions about paperwork and registering for classes. I concentrated on the girl. On the feelings radiating out of her. They were intoxicating. Mesmerizing.

“See that door over there?” Mr. Davis pointed past me to a door down the hall that read Counselor.

I shook off the affect Lorelei’s gaze was causing and nodded.

“Why don’t you take these papers to Mrs. Geary. She’ll help you with your class schedule while we get your information entered into the system.”

“Thank you,” I said, accepting the packet of papers he handed back to me then slinging the backpack I’d just materialized onto my shoulder.

When I started toward Mrs. Geary’s office, Lorelei’s interest rose to a fever pitch. She seemed to weaken beneath my gaze. It caused a scorching sensation to wash over me, rushing over newly formed nerves endings, the agony bittersweet.

This was going to be an interesting day.

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