And now, for the second cover reveal of the day! I love this series, as well as it’s author. Welcome to Gracen Miller!
Do you remember this cover to Genesis Queen (Road to Hell #3)?
I own the rights to the print book, and it’s been re-wrapped with a brand new cover to match the other two covers in the series.
Wanna know what the new cover looks like?
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HERE IS THE REVEAL…
THEN
Open for a terrifying and sexy ride on the Road to Hell…
NOW
Victory is hollow when fate maneuvers one as a pawn.
Madison’s
mission is complete. Nix is rescued from Hell and her son safe from his dark
destiny. But in the safe harbor of Nix’s love, her demonic husband warns of a
murderous plot. Can she trust that it’s the truth and not another scheme to
claim her for Hell’s throne?
mission is complete. Nix is rescued from Hell and her son safe from his dark
destiny. But in the safe harbor of Nix’s love, her demonic husband warns of a
murderous plot. Can she trust that it’s the truth and not another scheme to
claim her for Hell’s throne?
Sometimes internal struggles can house our biggest demons.
With allies
divided and prophecy heralding defeat, Madison gambles on Micah’s tenuous honor
to keep their son protected. Torn between her heart’s desires and her dark
requirements, Madison worries her hellish fate cannot be avoided. When betrayal
comes from an unlikely direction, all their futures may be damned. In the
darkest hour of Madison’s life, an undeniable providence will transpire. Who
can she trust? And how far will she fall to defeat her foes?
divided and prophecy heralding defeat, Madison gambles on Micah’s tenuous honor
to keep their son protected. Torn between her heart’s desires and her dark
requirements, Madison worries her hellish fate cannot be avoided. When betrayal
comes from an unlikely direction, all their futures may be damned. In the
darkest hour of Madison’s life, an undeniable providence will transpire. Who
can she trust? And how far will she fall to defeat her foes?
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Amid the rubble of defeat will Hell’s
Genesis Queen dawn?
Genesis Queen dawn?
“I like the way you move, kitten.”
She took a deep breath, like she needed
the extra oxygen to deal with him. “Did you square away the angels in Hell?”
the extra oxygen to deal with him. “Did you square away the angels in Hell?”
“Yes.” Details weren’t necessary when
they both knew he’d instituted a brutal torture regimen for all of them. “Dance
with me?”
they both knew he’d instituted a brutal torture regimen for all of them. “Dance
with me?”
“To this music?”
“You didn’t appear to be having any
problem.” He held his hand out toward her.
problem.” He held his hand out toward her.
She stared at his palm. Her expression
was reminiscent of an individual confident selling their soul was a reckless
choice but entering the deal anyway.
was reminiscent of an individual confident selling their soul was a reckless
choice but entering the deal anyway.
“I don’t bite.”
Her gaze felt like an impact against
his. “You did in Hell.”
his. “You did in Hell.”
He wrangled the grin under control.
“Then I won’t bite.”
“Then I won’t bite.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,
Micah.”
Micah.”
“Why?”
A casual shrug when nothing about her
body language suggested she felt relaxed. She crossed her arms beneath her
breasts. “Nix says my idea of dancing is sex with clothes on. He couldn’t
tolerate it and if he couldn’t….” She trailed off and gaped at him as if she’d
just realized she’d been about to insult him.
body language suggested she felt relaxed. She crossed her arms beneath her
breasts. “Nix says my idea of dancing is sex with clothes on. He couldn’t
tolerate it and if he couldn’t….” She trailed off and gaped at him as if she’d
just realized she’d been about to insult him.
Micah grinned. “I haven’t lived as long
as I have without executing restraint.” He stepped closer to her. “I’ve
controlled myself with you more than any other.” Because she is my woman and
deserves my respect.
as I have without executing restraint.” He stepped closer to her. “I’ve
controlled myself with you more than any other.” Because she is my woman and
deserves my respect.
Madison allowed him to pull her arms
free of their defensive fold. Holding her gaze, Micah coaxed her into his
embrace…left hip to left hip, his leg thrusting between her knees, gliding
upward and parting her thighs.
free of their defensive fold. Holding her gaze, Micah coaxed her into his
embrace…left hip to left hip, his leg thrusting between her knees, gliding
upward and parting her thighs.
She bit her bottom lip. Her breathing
grew shallow. The heavy beat of the music thumped around them. His pulse
throbbed faster.
grew shallow. The heavy beat of the music thumped around them. His pulse
throbbed faster.
Hell’s delights, she felt fantastic
against him.
against him.
“Relax,” he said when she remained
inflexible. A soft wind would break one of her bones. “I only want to dance
with you.” Like when they’d been married, just a different manner of movement.
This one more intimate than what they normally partook.
inflexible. A soft wind would break one of her bones. “I only want to dance
with you.” Like when they’d been married, just a different manner of movement.
This one more intimate than what they normally partook.
Her focus locked on his jaw, and she
sharply inhaled when he slid his palm down her back and settled on her hips. He
executed the first moves and she followed. As if magnetized, they gyrated in
perfect synchronicity.
sharply inhaled when he slid his palm down her back and settled on her hips. He
executed the first moves and she followed. As if magnetized, they gyrated in
perfect synchronicity.
Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a “normal” person in southern society. When not writing, she’s a full-time basketball/lacrosse/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship with her muse, Dom, but credits all her creative success to his brilliant mind. She’s addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football, and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. She’s convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs and Dom’s aggressive demands. Gracen writes is multiple genres—paranormal romance, paranormal erotic romance, and contemporary romance. To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her website at www.gracen-miller.com. 
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TWITTER: @GracenMiller
You must read the first 2 book in the series, Pandora’s Box and Hell’s Phoenix, before reading Genesis Queen, as the series builds upon itself.
Brea Essex 