Wednesday 12 November 2014

Book Blitz + Giveaway - Enertaining Angels by Monica Millard

Entertaining Angels by Monica Millard
Publication date: November 11th 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult


As a senior in high school, Samantha Heman’s too busy trying to avoid getting stomped by a moose at the bus stop and keeping her grades up until graduation to put much thought into angels or demons.

That all changes on the day she is kidnapped by notorious serial killer, Christopher Hainsely. It’s a day she finds herself confronted by both evil and good, because her savior appears in the form of an avenging angel come to strike the monster down with a single stroke of his flaming sword.

Though she’s trying to get on with her life, she cannot get the angel out of her head. It isn’t the burning wings, fiery eyes or the flaming sword that keeps her searching the internet for proof one way or another of his existence, though.

The feeling of warmth she experienced when she witnessed that sad smile just before he vanished in a wash of golden light, haunts her nights almost as often as the nightmares.

If angels exist, then demons must too, and they’re about to wage a war for her soul.



Monica Millard was born and raised in Alaska. She doesn’t own a dog sled team, but has worked in a place where there are buildings with caged exterior doors to keep employees from being eaten by polar bears.

Monica’s favorite quote is, “People do not see the world as it is, they see it as they are.” She is not sure who said it but it is a quote that has always stuck with her. She loves to read because it allows her to see the world through someone else’s perspective and experience something she would otherwise never be able to. Sharing that same experience with others through her own writing is a possibility that makes her excited to get out of bed in the morning.

She lives in Wasilla, Alaska with all her critters, some four legged and others that stand on two. She writes Science fiction, fantasy, and Paranormal for young adults.

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“What can I get you?” the guy behind the register asks, pulling my attention back to the task at hand. He gives me a warm smile. My memory is still a bit hazy from the whole poison and dying thing, but I don’t need to look at his name tag to remember his name is Brandon and that when he smiles just a bit wider he has a single, adorable dimple on the left side of his mouth, the side that turns up just a little bit higher than the other.
“I’ll have a hot chocolate with a double shot of the Almond Roca syrup and a raspberry iced mocha, please.”
“Both sixteen ounces?”
I nod and he writes the orders on two white cups and hands them off to an assembly line of coffee girls next to him.
“Seven-fifty,” he says.
I hand him a twenty. He makes change and places the bills into my hand. “It’s good to see you back,” he says, the dimple emerging. He’s always been sweet and sort of shy, and in that single kind gesture, he has made me feel more normal than anyone has yet. I know that he knows. There is a coffee can on the counter between the register and the pick-up area with my picture on it, asking for donations to help pay for my medical bills and other expenses.
My dad’s insurance paid for the majority of it, but I had to be med-evac’d to Anchorage. A poison specialist from Seattle was flown in because I wasn’t stable for transport. The flight to get me to the hospital alone, was seventy-thousand dollars.
I try my hardest not to look at the canister. It’s hard not to notice it though. I’ve seen them on the news more than once.
I thank Brandon and then remember this is the only place I can get a zucchini muffin. “I’m sorry, Brandon. I meant to order a zucchini muffin. Please tell me you still have them today?”
“I almost asked,” he says kindly, spins, sees the display empty of the sweet ambrosia and turns back, holding up a finger. “I have some more in the back. Hang on.”
I watch him go and catch the eye of a tall, dark-eyed stranger waiting in the pick-up line. He winks and before I can stop myself, I flinch. The look of rejection is instant and terrible. I feel sick immediately.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “It’s not you. It’s just...” I nod towards the coffee can. He looks to where I’ve motioned and then he flinches. Remorse fills his dark brown eyes, leaving him looking completely bereft.
“I’m so sorry. I... I’m new here,” he says by way of explanation.
A cute young girl I’ve never seen working here before hands him his coffee. He flashes her a grateful look, takes it quickly and hurries off to a table in the far corner of the shop, putting as much distance between us as possible. 

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