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Thursday, August 4, 2022

Excerpt: Hellfire & Pride (From Hell Book 1) by Nadine Nightingale

by Nadine Nightingale 
July 27, 2022
Genre:   Paranormal Romance
These days it's hard enough to be a witch, but being born a hellfire witch? That's something else entirely and no one knows that better than Melissani. Half witch, half demon she's one of the most powerful creatures in existence. The fire in her soul could kill Lucifer himself. Shame that thanks to her mother said soul now belongs to Leviathan, Crown Prince of Hell.

Once upon a time the two had a thing. Yes, she fell for the demon prince who bought her soul, and despite her better judgment she trusted the bastard. But, of course, he had to mess it up. A broken heart, shattered dreams and, to cap it all off, a missing sister dragged to hell.

Well, what is it they say? Hell has no fury like a hellfire witch betrayed. So buckle up little prince. Hellfire is coming for you.

EXCERPT
Once upon a time, I might have ignored the edge in his tone. I might have written it off as nothing I’d have to worry about, as unimportant. Yes, once upon a time, I was a naïve and awfully stupid witch. That witch, though, was laid to rest weeks ago after she was murdered with broken promises and age old lies of love and trust. Her flesh was ripped from her bones, and she was left to take her last breath under a blanket of stars that he—that vile, disgusting creature—had sworn to snatch for her. The witch that stands across from Lord Mammon is someone else, something else. She’s a girl, who had listened to the sound of falling stars, watched them crash in the dark and when her world was shattered and she lay in ruins, she scraped up every piece of her that had fallen to the floor, catharized her bleeding heart and rose from the ashes like a roaring wildfire, meant to burn anyone and anything in her vicinity to the ground. That witch is no longer naïve and stupid for she has become the reaper, knocking on hell’s door. And as such I smell death long before it arrives.


About the Author:  

Nadine aka Dini is a traveler at heart. She considers the world her home and practically lives out of her suitcases. When she’s not glaring at a blank page or abusing her poor keyboard, she spends her time reading, watching movies (preferably horror), pretends to work out, and hangs out with friends and family. Poor girl also suffers from a serious Marvel superhero addiction. So, if you run into her at night, wearing black, know she’s secretly dreaming of being the infamous Black Widow.

OUT NOW!
HELLFIRE & PRIDE by Nadine Nightingale is out now! Check out the gorgeous paranormal romance and be sure to grab your copy today!
Amazon: https://amzn.to/3zv8ohP

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Author Nadine Nightingale confesses her sins (Book of Souls) + giveaway

Hey, guys. My name is Nadine, but everyone calls me Dini. I’m currently residing in a small town in Germany, where I live with my nephew and my dog Poison Ivy. She’s more poison than Ivy, but birds of feather…Right?! Anyway, I’m all set to confess my sins. Ready? Here you go!

1. I hate chocolate. Yes, I know. I’m insane. But I can’t stand the taste. So, if you want to be my friend, you better leave that chocolate box at home and get me some chips instead. Onion and cheese if you must know.

2. Growing up sucks. Adulting? Duh. Not my thing. It’s why I’m still waiting for Peter Pan so he can take me to Neverland.

3. I’m a book/series/movie junkie. No regrets. Take it or leave it.

4. My favorite TV show is Supernatural and I may or may not have seen each episode over a dozen times. What can I say? I have a thing for smart-ass hunters.

5. I worked in a couple of Bollywood productions. Don’t judge. I was young and needed the money.


6. I speak fluent animal, but I have a real hard time understanding people. Or maybe they just don’t understand me. Either way, I love animals.

Book of Souls
by Nadine Nightingale
February 9, 2018
286 pages
Genre: Paranormal Romance, myths, YA
They call me Angel of Death, but my name is Nisha Blake. I am Shepherdstown's living urban legend. My life, a tale of the macabre.

People avoid me like the plague. Well, everyone but my friends. They don't see the Angel of Death when they look at me. They see poor, broken Nisha--the bully victim, suffering from vicious night terrors and vivid hallucinations.

Things take a turn for the worse when Blaze shows up. He's a too hot, tattooed, bad-ass MMA fighter from London, hell-bent on getting to know me. Since he walked into my miserable life, my hallucinations graduated to a point where I can no longer differentiate between fiction and reality.

I am insane.
Broken beyond repair.
Or so I think until--

I uncover a secret from the past--a link between all the deaths, my hallucinations, and my night terrors. It's then I understand I'm not the Angel of Death.

I am something else.

Someone else.

Excerpt:
I look at the desert rose in my palm. It’s small and fragile, yet it weighs down my arm as if I carry the weight of the world in the palm of my hand.   

“You belong to me,” he says. I don’t need to see his face. I know it’s him. The conqueror. He’s been haunting my dreams forever and a day. 

The sand takes ahold of me, pulling me down into the cold darkness. “What do you want from me? Why are you doing this to me?”  

“Because I love you,” he whispers. “I always have, and I always will, my love.”  

I’m dreaming. I know I am. I will my eyes open, but it doesn’t work. It never works. 

Something in this foreign world holds me captive. And it’s not just the sand and the conqueror. It’s a part of me, too. The part that knows it belongs here, belongs with him. 

About the Author:

Nadine aka Dini is a traveler at heart. She considers the world her home and practically lives out of her suitcases. When she’s not glaring at a blank page or abusing her poor keyboard, she spends her time reading, watching movies (preferably horror), pretends to work out, and hangs out with friends and family. Poor girl also suffers from a serious Marvel superhero addiction. So, if you run into her at night, wearing black, know she’s secretly dreaming of being the infamous Black Widow.
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