Thursday, 16 February 2017

The Amaranthine Chronicles by Tiffany Shand

Betrayed By Blood

In a city of lies and deception, only one thing stands between chaos and justice. For centuries, a band of outlaws called the Amaranthine has kept the peace in Ormere and hidden in plain sight whilst the Order of Sorcerers spreads their deadly magic among the city’s inhabitants.

After losing her fiancĂ© in bust gone wrong, Amaranthine Agent Kaylan Avilion returns home to discover that Elijah didn’t die but instead was changed by the twisted guards of the Order, who seek to find a dangerous artefact tied to Kaylan’s past and the murder of her family. When her sister goes missing and a foe from their past remerges, Kaylan knows she must save Freya before she’s poisoned by the very people who took Elijah away from her. But how will Kaylan react when she learns Elijah’s secret and can they come together to stop the Order’s plan in time?

Dark Revenge

Darkness is sweeping through the city of Ormere as unnatural creatures stalk through the streets. People are dying and time is running out as a new evil threatens to take control of everything. The Amaranthine Order has been decimated leaving only a few of its people left to fight the coming terror.

Stunned by her sister Freya’s betrayal and plot to take over the city, Kaylan must do everything she can to find out what Freya plans to do when she finds an infamous book linked to the murder of their family. A book considered so dangerous that the last High Lord erased its location from history, the Amaranthine Chronicles are said to contain the darkest of all magics.

Kaylan is happy to finally have her ex-fiancĂ©, Elijah, back in her life but he’s not the man she once knew and loved. After being turned into a shapeshifter, Elijah struggles to control his inner beast and his lingering feelings for Kaylan.

Can Elijah and Kaylan come together to stop Freya and uncover the secrets of the book before it’s too late?

The Final Battle

Darkness has claimed the city of Ormere and death has become a certainty for anyone stalking its empty streets. The government is in ruins and lawlessness ensues.

After their last encounter, Kaylan and Elijah barely managed to thwart her sister, Freya’s, latest attempts to find and use the elusive Amaranthine Chronicles. But in her desperation to receive ultimate power, Freya will stop at nothing to get what she wants. Even if it means destroying the last of her family.

Kaylan and Elijah must work on their fragile relationship and put their personal feelings aside to find the book and stop Freya before it’s too late. But with their allies growing thin, and a gang of ruthless shapeshifters close on their trail, will they finally find the book and stop Freya before time runs out? And will Kaylan have to make the ultimate sacrifice to save her city and the man she loves?

Excerpt from The Final Battle:

      Kaylan winced as bright light flashed around her and Elijah. She glanced around and saw that they had reappeared in the great hall of the High Lord’s mansion. Her sister, Freya, glared at them from across the room.
      “I think we’re back,” she murmured and shook her head, trying to get rid of the memory of witnessing her parents’ final moments and the shock of discovering Freya had been behind it.
      Elijah breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”
      Freya staggered, clutching her side as blood dripped down her dress from where a long, silver knife embedded in her abdomen. “Kill them!” she screamed.
      Three shifters appeared, advancing towards them, fangs and claws extended.
      Kaylan glanced around the room for a possible escape route. To her disappointment, there was no sign of either Geth or Sierra.
      Elijah growled, his own fangs and claws emerging as he braced himself for an attack.
      They were trapped.
      Kaylan reached for magic, but it felt weak and sluggish as she tried to conjure a fireball. Damn Freya for dragging them back in time. It would take a few hours for her powers to recover, since the spell had sucked so much of her energy.
      Elijah punched the first shifter that came at them.
      Kaylan tried to take flight, but her ability wouldn’t work either. A chandelier sparkled overhead, sending prisms of dancing light over the dark oak floor. Kaylan raised her hand, mustered all the energy she had and hurled a fireball at the ceiling. The chandelier exploded, crashing to the floor and sending crystals and bits of plaster flying. She grabbed Elijah’s arm, dragged him across the hall and out onto the corridor.
      “Nicely done,” he murmured.
      Two guards, also known as Glistans, stood at the end of the hall. They fired streams of energy towards them.
      My powers are too weak for me to fly, she said.
      Elijah picked her up, and using his speed, he shot down the corridor.
      She clung to him as they blurred. We need to find Geth and Sierra.
      We’ll worry about them later. Let’s just get out here, Elijah replied.
      No matter which way they turned, guards and shifters came at them from every direction.
      Head for the study, Kaylan suggested. Dad always said it was the safest room in the house.
      Elijah darted up the stairs, making Kaylan’s head spin from the force of their speed. It felt much more nauseating than flying.
      They had almost reached the door to the former High Lord’s study when a male shifter charged towards them.
      Elijah gripped Kaylan in a bone-crushing embrace as the shifter slammed them against the wall. He grunted, and Kaylan yelped from the impact. Bits of stone and dust flew down from where their bodies had formed an outline in the brickwork. The air left her lungs in a whoosh as she gasped for breath.
      The shifter stared at them; his mop of black hair fell almost his shoulders and his golden glowing eyes fixed on them.
      She heard Elijah’s sharp intake of breath. “Michael?” he asked, brow furrowing.
      The shifter’s eyes widened and turned to a shade of brown. “Do I – Elijah?” His claws and fangs retracted. “Is it really you?”
      Kaylan winced as Elijah set her down but didn’t let go of her. She knew she’d have bruises despite his body shielding hers. “What’s going on?” she asked. “Do you know him?”

The Author:

Tiffany Shand was born in Essex, UK and started writing short stories when she was a child.

She has always done writing in one form or another and started writing novels in her early teens.
Tiffany loves to read books and discovered her love for fantasy and paranormal romance during this time.

She writes both non-fiction and fiction, and love helping writers to build their author platforms.
After doing a creative writing course in her early 20s, she is now a freelance writer and professional editor.

Tiffany lives in Essex with her two spoiled cats and one very nutty hamster.