Monday, 13 July 2020
Hex Factor #Currently reading
Andie M. Long
Genre: Paranormal Romantic Comedy
Publisher: Andie M. Long
Date of Publication: 3 August 2020
Number of pages: approx. 200
Word Count: 40,000
Cover Artist: Tammy Clarke at The Graphics Shed
Tagline: Hex, Blood, Rock and Roll.
Vampire guitarist Noah is about to face the music…
At auditions for Britain's Best New Band things get awkward when Noah bumps into his old high school sweetheart and sassy ex. The one he dumped to form his band, The Paranormals.
Witch Stacey has never forgotten Noah’s betrayal. Determined to charm the judges with her own band and win the recording contract, it will be the perfect revenge on her ex.
But as the competition heats up, so does the chemistry between them, until one of the show's presenters going missing threatens everything.
With ghosts on the loose and bands who will stop at nothing to win, can Noah and Stacey survive the competition and claim each other's hearts? Or are they doomed to be just another cliché of Hex, blood, rock and roll?
We were waiting in turn for our audition for Britain’s Best Band, a reality show that could take unknowns and send them stratospheric.
Being a top rock band was our dream and had been for years.
“Are you not cold?” Zak leaped from foot to foot rubbing his hands.
“Idiot, I’m always cold, I’m a vampire.” I eye-rolled him. He was off his game today and I could hazard a guess why. The guy was knackered from his extra-curricular activities.
“Well, you must be cold, because you’re not able to put your furry coat on.” Zak pushed at Rex.
Rex didn't move, despite the shove. “Even when I can’t have my fur on the outside, it warms me on the inside. PS, if you push me again, I’m going to knock you the fuck out.” Ever the alpha wolf, Rex growled at Zak. “There are loads of women here, go warm yourself up by screwing a few of them. Get some extra credit.”
Zak's shoulders slumped. “I’ll not stay awake for the audition if I do that. I need to have a word with Abaddon, seriously. My quota is too large. I could hack it when I was eighteen, but I can’t now.”
Roman, our lead guitarist, took a swig from the bottle of scotch he seemed to have permanently attached to his hand. “I feel lovely and warm.”
“Piss off, Satyr. That’s because your bloods almost 100% proof.”
“Can you keep it down, Zak?” I narrowed my gaze at him. “I don’t think we should be broadcasting our paranormal status to the two thousand humans we’re sharing the queue with.”
“Excuse me?” A slim blonde tapped Zak on the shoulder. She was wearing a fluffy blanket around her shoulders. “You can share my blanket if you like?"
Zak ran a hand through his hair.
“Oh look, he's responding to the female. The penis flytrap is about to ensnare another victim.” Rex scoffed.
Roman almost choked on his mouthful of whisky. “Penis flytrap. That’s fucking fabulous.”
Zak gave us all a withering glare, then turned back to the blonde. “Thanks, doll. I’d like to take you up on your invitation to share your blanket another day, if I may? Perhaps you could give me your phone number?” Then he yawned. It didn't put the blonde off though. She gave him a beaming smile and her contact details.
About the Author:
Andie M. Long is author of the popular Supernatural Dating Agency series amongst many others.
She lives in Sheffield with her long-suffering partner and son.
When not being partner, mother, writer, or chocoholic, she can usually be found on Facebook or walking her whippet, Bella.
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