Book Tour + Giveaway: The Genesis by K.L. Kerr

The Genesis (Blood of Ages #1)
by K.L. Kerr

Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Penrefe Publications
Publication Date: September 10, 2012

Blurb

The vampires of Dayson city are preparing for war. Having lived in constant fear of the Archway Corporation for decades, desperation has forced them into action. Their solution is to bring the First vampire, Alistair, back from the dead, a warrior famed for eradicating entire armies in the name of his kind.

For fledgling vampire Catrina Malinka, the fabled return of some unknown deity falls low on her list of concerns. Between fending off strangers trying to kill her in her dreams and trying to rein in an uncontrollable power that no one else even understands let alone shares, Catrina is forced to fight her assumed role in the war against Archway, which threatens to send her down a path she doesn’t want to travel.

The first book in The Blood of Ages series, “The Genesis” is an urban fantasy about the inescapable nature of Fate and the corruption of power.

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Excerpt - Peanuts

While life revolved around blood, the menial tasks never failed to amuse her. As she sat waiting for Fox at the bar, she watched others preparing the sound system and what appeared to be a DJ platform.

She picked absently at the scab on the busted lip she’d introduced to Fox’s elbow in training that night. For the last week, Fox had been testing the theory that they should train before they fed, since feeding would speed up healing, allowing them to take more punishment.

Her stomach growled, reminding her that they needed to be making a move. She checked her watch, wondering with an agitated sigh how it was that Fox took longer to shower and change than she did.

Sonny brought her a beer. “So, are you crazy kids having fun kicking the shit out of each other?”

“Well, I can’t speak for him,” she replied, taking the drink with a nod of thanks, “but I for one am finding repeatedly punching him to be incredibly therapeutic. What’s all this?” She waved the bottle in the direction of the platform.

“Oh, right,” Sonny said, reaching into his back pocket. “You won’t have been here for the last Feed.” He presented her with a scrunched up cyan flyer, which she unfolded to see a stencilled print of a factory building, gaudy text all around, advertising some all-night dance venue.

“Dance ‘til dawn,” she read aloud, before she noticed the address. “Wait, this is here.”

“It’s a Clan Feed,” he explained, taking the flyer back. “Cleverly disguised as an underground rave, should the authorities be called. Guess it’s marginally less of an offence to be hosting a rave than to be hosting a blood bank.”

“So people come here to be fed on?”

“Pretty much. Think a Moderator bar on a bigger scale. Lots of donors with a good number of unsuspecting blood bags thrown in too. Real popular with familiars, too.”

“With what?”

“Familiars.”

“And they are?”

“Vampire groupies, basically,” he replied casually. “Weird folk, if you ask me. But hell, what do I know? You vampires are all weird. Can’t expect your number one fans to be any less.”

She felt inclined to agree. Her stomach growled again, tense spasms working through her muscles. She reached for a nearby bowl of peanuts and threw back a handful. She was about to ask Sonny what the difference between a donor and a familiar was, but then she tasted plastic and sawdust in her mouth and realised what she’d done.

She spat the half-chewed nuts into her hand, looking up to find Sonny offering a napkin and a smile.

“Forget what you were for a minute there?” he asked.

She nodded with a grimace, wiping the mess off her palm and the essence of sand off her tongue. She was still trying to wash away the taste with beer by the time Fox finally arrived. Sonny returned to offer him a drink, which he turned down.

“Are you ready?” he asked her.

“I was ready ten minutes ago.” She gave a smile that wasn’t returned. “Why don’t we wait and just feed here?”

“Because there are no Moderators here,” Fox replied. “And you still need supervision.”

She felt a retort sliding its way up her throat and cleared it with a cough and another swig. He was right. If it weren’t for those dark-clad angels, she’d have already torn the heads off so many well-intentioned donors. She finished her beer and followed Fox through the slowly building crowd.

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About the Author

Born and raised close to North York Moors, initial setting of American Werewolf in London, one might be excused for thinking K. L. Kerr's interests might lie with those furry beasts. But she has always preferred monsters of the fanged variety, having written the very first draft of her novel, The Genesis, aged sixteen.

When not writing, Kerr can be found playing the MMORPG, World of Warcraft, or listening to music from video game soundtracks. She still lives in the North of England, close to The Moors (keeping to the roads, naturally), with two cats who--like all cats--think they're people.

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