Author Pippa DaCosta Release Party and $50.00 Amazon Gift Card Contest

Hi there, and thanks for joining me for the release party of Devil May Care book two in The Veil Series. I’m so excited to bring my urban fantasy series to Bitten By Books and can’t wait to chat with you all about your love of all things paranormal. Why do I love writing the paranormal? Because I love to read it. I’ve always had my nose in a book, starting from when my Mom told me I wasn’t allowed to read her Stephen King books. They sat on the top shelf of the bookcase, out of my reach, their covers dark and intriguing. Of course, that only made me more curious. That was a long time ago – over twenty five years – I’ve been writing fantasy/paranormal stories ever since. What do you like to read? Can you remember the urban fantasy/paranormal book that got you hooked? The books in The Veil Series are not your typical urban fantasy. Readers have described them as gritty, raw, and heartrending; “It’s unlike anything I’ve read before and probably will read for awhile.” ~ Goodreads Reviewer ‘Devil May Care‘. The main character of Muse is far from perfect. A half-demon ex-slave, she’s tough as old boots, but emotionally vulnerable. The books take place in the present day Boston, where demons walk among us. They look like us, talk like us, until cornered, and then all hell breaks loose. Muse’s life is complicated by the insidious affections of the Prince of Greed, an immortal chaos demon, who happens to be sexy as hell – but all is not as it first appears.
I can’t wait to share Muse’s journey with you. It’s going to be one helluva ride! Drop by and say ‘Hi’ in the comments and don’t forget to like my Facebook pages and chat with me on GoodReads
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Books in the Veil series in the order they should be read:

Beyond The Veil
Devil May Care
Excerpt from Devil May Care:

“There were places in Boston—and in most capital cities— that an Enforcer only went if they were looking for trouble, like sending a cop into gang territory. I knew about the demon sanctuaries: parts of the city that harbored arriving demons, acclimatizing them to this world, but they were beyond my pay grade. I’d never visited one before. That was about to change.
I had a measly amount of cash in my pocket, a gun with limited ammo, and an unreliable elemental issue. Where else could I have gone? The Institute would lock me up and knock me out. They’d run tests from which I might never wake up. No thanks. At least the demons kept it simple. Yes, they all wanted me dead. A half-blood was about as low in the demon food-chain as you can get. There was probably a bounty on my head for killing my owner (despite the fact he was still alive) and for taking down a Prince of Hell. But I could use my reputation as armor. They would know my name, and would think twice about tackling me, at least to begin with. A half-demon, trainee Enforcer in demonville, without her demon, had about as much chance of surviving as a kitten in a lion’s den.
The Voodoo Lounge is the sort of backstreet club that tried very hard to be trendy but fell just short of the mark. Bathed in neon lights, it wasn’t shy about its presence. Inside white plastic glowed beneath ultraviolet light, and multicolored light rained across split level dance floors.
I slipped unnoticed into the crowd and ordered a drink at the bar. The congregation on the dance floor rippled to the dance music. Demons masquerading as humans moved differently than the real deal. They didn’t waste energy. A human woman might tap her nails against the bar to the music, for example, but a female demon wouldn’t bother unless it served a purpose. In the company of others, they sprang into motion, but a demons liquid gestures and smooth stride give them away. They’re good though. You have to know what to look for. Demons have spent just as long pretending to be us as we’ve walked upright on this earth.
The crowd at the Voodoo Lounge was perhaps eighty percent demon and all dressed in human suits. They moved in one heaving mass of bodies, like a flock of birds evading a predator. It was surreal and deeply disconcerting.
The Institute could shut places like the Lounge down only when the clientele were caught breaking the law. It was a losing battle. Another demon gathering point would open up down the street within weeks.
I was there because I needed someone outside of the Institute who could figure out why my element was on the fritz.
“Hello, sweet thing.” The woman who leaned casually against the bar beside me was the sort of beautiful bought beneath a surgeon’s knife and just as fake. If the flawless latte tone of her skin and plump kiss-me-quick lips didn’t trigger a few mental alarms, her iridescent eyes would have. Her navy blue trouser suit was tucked around an hourglass figure and flared over shapely hips. Stiletto heels hitched her height up a few more unnecessary inches so that she towered over my petite frame. Her dark hair, pinned back from one side of her face, exhibited an electric blue streak.
My skin prickled. I didn’t need a sixth sense to know she was demon. Too beautiful to be real, she didn’t exist in the same world as the rest of us. If I’d had my demon, I could have extended an elemental touch—a demon handshake—and gauged what sort of demon she was. But all I had to go on was my gut reaction.
“Don’t I know you?” Her words rolled syrup-like off her lips.
“Maybe,” I smiled and took a sip of my drink. Fear would get me killed. Demons smell it, taste it on you, and it drives them wild. Chaos adores fear. “You might be able to help me. I’m looking for a doctor.”
Her plucked eyebrows arched. “Does this look like a clinic?” She flicked long pianist fingers at the crowd before curling them back into her palm. I suspected her claws would be sharp.
Things were still at the light-hearted let’s-check-each- other-out stage, but I knew they could turn sour at the wrong word or gesture. My human senses were beginning to sound all sorts of alarm bells. I knew demons. I’d spent the majority of my life among them. Something about her felt different and not in a good way.
I held her gaze, watching a smile writhe across her lips. To her, I was little more than a bug. She might even have been considering squishing me, but she probably also mulled over the chances of the Enforcers finding out.
“Are you a cop?” She leaned closer.
“Not exactly. I don’t want any trouble. I just need some help.”
“How about you tell me your name?” The tip of her tongue slid across her lips.
A lie could get me killed as quickly as fear. My intentions here were amiable, and intentions are key when negotiating with demons. “My name is Muse.”
A single eyebrow jumped, and the corner of her lips hooked up. “Oh.” She threw a glance over my shoulder before dragging her attention back to me. “I can help you.”
I didn’t dare turn around to see what or who she’d been looking at. This was between me and her. “What’s your name?”
“Carol-Anne.” She extended her delicate hand. I took it in mine and winced as she clamped her fingers closed. “Nice to meet you, Muse.” She grinned, flashing perfectly white teeth behind blood-red lips.”

About Pippa DeCosta

Author Bio:

Born in Tonbridge, Kent in 1979, Pippa’s family moved to the South West of England where she thrived amongst the dramatic moorland and sweeping coastlands of Devon & Cornwall. An ex-marketing executive and with a family history brimming with intrigue, complete with Gypsy angst on one side and Jewish survivors on another, she has the ability to draw from a patchwork of ancestry and use it as the inspiration for her writing. Happily married and the Mother of two little girls, she resides on the Devon & Cornwall border.
“I adore books. There’s something magical about being transported from the every day into a world of adventure, fantasy and conflict. Books allow us to escape, they enable us to peek into the unknown, see through the eyes of another. We’re not just watching, we’re riding along side the action. What could be better than that?”

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