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Author: J.L. Drake
Series: Devil’s Reach
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release: March 27th
Cover Designer: Deranged Doctors Design
Cover Model: Josh Mario John
Photographer: Lane Dorsey
I thought the light would bring redemption. Salvation. But it only brought the Devil to my doorstep. My demons are breaking through, and the reaper is moving closer. My weakness has been exposed, and there’s only one person who can calm this hell…
I broke a promise to myself, and now I’m paying for it. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to be a part of this hell. But I don’t have a choice…
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I freaking knew. I knew this torment wouldn’t end but I whispered to myself that everything would be okay. It would all come together and JL Drake would end my suffering. I lied to myself…out of hope.
If you want answers, get in line. A hundred different answers will fly at you in this book but the only thing they are good for is more questions. JL Drake has me a twisted up, needy mess. I’m like a junkie on withdrawal. I have the shakes and I just finished 2 minutes ago. I am never going to make it. I can’t freaking wait. I’m doubled up in knots and desperate for answers.
It’s an evil twist of fate that I want to friend the author and at the same time want to shake her until I get answers. I need answers!!!!!!
Gahhhhhhhh! This is so not fair. I’m freaking dying here.
Trigger and Tess are in a world of hurt at the beginning of Demons. Sadly, the ending is far more complicated. Demons will leave you with stomach churning tension and a uncontrollable urge to smash shit. Like full on Hulk smash! I need the next book now!!!! (Rocks in the corner begging for my precious)
Silence fell. The only things screaming were the demons inside my head. My anger rose rapidly.
“Jace!” I barked. “Clean this shit up.”
He and the newest prospect, Rich, started to push the human waste down the industrial drain with a shovel.
Blood dripped from the tips of my hair and ran down my face. I grabbed the razor we used to skin the heads and moved over to the mirror. I gathered the hair in the center of my head and lifted it up then buzzed the sides.
I left the mohawk long.
I flipped my hair out of my face and spun around to face my men. They seemed unsure what to think.
“Like the new look.” Rail said, trying to break the tension.
Gus nodded in agreement, but I caught him glance to where Morgan stood off to his side.
“Fuck, I would give my left nut to have Tess back,” Rail muttered to Brick.
Brick remained silent, which was good, as I was moments from flipping my fuck switch.
I grabbed a bottle of whiskey on my way out and stuck it in my saddlebag before I kicked my bike to start the engine. The air was cold and whipped through my hoodie as the smell of the rain to come made memories come thick and fast about the last time it poured.
Her lips shivered, but her eyes told me she had a lot more fight in her.
“I’m fine.” She pulled the joint from my lips.
I shook that thought from my head and turned down a side street. I cut the engine and found Mud outside his surf shop.
“Evening.” He grinned when he saw the bottle dangling from my fingers. “You want to keep going?”
I nodded and removed my hoodie and tossed it on
the table, but carefully laid my cut on the leather couch away from the mess.
He motioned for me to take the chair. I flopped back and looked up at the naked posters that littered the ceiling.
Mud lit a joint before he spoke. “This new?” He pointed at his head.
“You want a glass?”
I wiggled the cap off with one hand and drank the neck before I set it aside. Mud huffed with a grin, and smoke poured out of the corners of his mouth. He tapped his phone, and The Black Keys’ “Lonely Boy” played through shitty speakers. I eyed him, curious if it was meant for me, but he just clicked the machine on and went to work on my pec.
I focused all my energy on the needle that drilled tiny pinpricks into my flesh, but sadly, it didn’t last long. The pain subsided, and I was left with my demons gnawing on my memories.
Nolan was nowhere to be found.
Check out Book 1 in the Devil’s reach series, TRIGGER
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About J.L. Drake
Bestselling author J. L. Drake was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada, later moving to Southern California where she lives with her husband and two children. When she’s not writing, she loves to spend time with her family, travelling or just enjoying a night at home. One thing you might notice in her books is her love for the four seasons. Growing up on the east coast of Canada the change in the seasons is in her blood and is often mentioned in her writing. An avid reader of James Patterson, J.L. Drake has often found herself inspired by his many stories of mystery and intrigue. She hopes you will enjoy her stories as much as she has enjoyed writing them.