Reader's Edyn: Blitz: My Gargoyle by Lawna Mackie + GIVEAWAY

Saturday, July 18, 2020

Blitz: My Gargoyle by Lawna Mackie + GIVEAWAY

**My Gargoyle by Lawna Mackie**

Good Morning, Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! Today we are welcoming back the talented Lawna Mackie. I have featured Ms. Mackie before on the blog and look forward to her return. I can’t wait to find out more about this next book, so let’s get to it! Please allow me to once again feature on the blog Lawna Mackie and her release, MY GARGOYLE … Plus, a GIVEAWAY!

**LAWNA MACKIE**

**BIO**

I'm a small town girl with big world dreams. I was born in Jasper, Alberta, and my parents were outdoor enthusiasts. My dad was an avid fisherman and I'm certain my mother was Mother Nature.

The love of my life is my husband. He, along with my animals are my inspiration for everything I write.

I live for romance, and truly believe true love conquers all. From an early age you could always find me with my nose buried in a romance novel--that hasn't changed. I write various forms of romance from contemporary, paranormal and fantasy to erotica.

Happy reading everyone, I sure would love to hear from you.

To find out more about Ms. Mackie, please visit:

**MY GARGOYLE**

Publication date: October 1, 2018

Genres: Adult, Fantasy, Romance

**BLURB**

Ryder, commander of the Levarian legion of gargoyles, has a problem. He keeps dreaming on duty—and falling, neither of which gargoyles EVER do. Every dream is of the same woman, and every time, it brings on red-hot, searing pain in the crescent-shaped scar on his palm. Driven to find the woman and the reason for his bizarre dreams, he lets himself fall—right into to a place he never knew existed and to the woman of his dreams.

Labeled a misfit, Tempest was snatched away as a child and imprisoned in the hidden realm of Misfit Mountain. Locked up by Fedor, the ruler of the kingdom, who intends to take her as his bride, she has no choice but to brave the dangerous snow and ice of the Mountain to escape. Despairing, faced with the impossible choices of Fedor or death, love is the last thing on her mind, until Ryder snatches her from the air and into a whole new realm of feeling.

Can Ryder find the key to freeing her and save them both?

**EXCERPT**

He knew now that he loved Tempest with all his heart, but he’d left her. The thought should have never entered his mind. It shouldn’t have been possible—falling in love—but it seemed it was the only thing he was able to think of these days.

He heard a tinkle and spun around to see the colors of gold, lavender, and silver glimmering before him. The pixie was about the size of his one finger. It zinged by him landing on the banister. Tiny wings fluttered, and he leaned forward to see what it wanted.

Not prepared for what he saw, Ryder stepped backward. Her hair was shorter, but still blonde enough that it almost looked white, and brilliant. Her green eyes shot daggers at him. She held a tiny wand with sharp points, and marching forward, she whacked him on the arm, which felt like mini needles all hitting him at once.

“Ouch!”

Fluttering and obviously angry, she flew from the ledge, and in a flash, hovered behind him, swatting him in the ass.

“Ouch! Damn it! Stop that!” he yelled.

The sparkles grew brighter, and she grew larger, until she stood before him in all her magnificence, wearing nothing more than a small top covering her breasts, and bottoms barely big enough to cover her backside. His mouth went dry, and the only thing he could do was stare at her beauty. Her hair flounced around her shoulders, and her tiny wings disappeared.

“You deserve a lot more pain than what this tiny wand can give you!” She folded her arms across her breasts. “You left me on that hellish mountain.”

“I respected your wishes. You wanted me to leave.” He backed up, trying to defend himself, while she stalked forward.

“I guess I meant that little to you. It really didn’t matter, did it?”

“Tempest…” He held out his arms to stop her, but her harsh words continued before he could finish.

“I told you I loved you, and your demeanor changed. I understand it must have been a shock to you, but you still shouldn’t have left us!”

He continued to step away from her, until the backs of his knees hit the small bench, and over he went backward.

Stepping over the bench, she placed one foot on his chest, holding him down. “Rogue could have taught you a thing or two about love.” A blue tear slid from her eye. “However, Rogue gave his life to save mine. He refused to let me marry Fedor, refused to let that demon troll use him to get to me. He stepped off the ledge.”

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