Blog Tour: Summoned by Rainy Kaye

Rainy Kaye has a new release on tour. Today I’ve got an excerpt from Summoned and the history that inspired the story. Last, but not least, there is a giveaway which you can find here.

Summoned Blog Tour

Rainy Kaye is an aspiring overlord. In the mean time, she blogs at RainyoftheDark.com and writes paranormal novels from her lair somewhere in Phoenix, Arizona. When not plotting world domination, she enjoys getting lost around the globe, studying music so she can sing along with symphonic metal bands, and becoming distracted by Twitter (@rainyofthedark). She is represented by Rossano Trentin of TZLA.

A Historical Event That Inspired Summoned

It’s not an event, exactly, but a historical fact that helped make Summoned what it is. These days, the jinn are often associated with Islam, but the jinn stories were actually prevalent in Arabia before Mohammed. Some sites were even dedicated to their worship, which referred to them as being godly. Caves in Oman are said to be portals between the jinn world and our own.

Information on the Pagan jinn is fairly limited, and the more you read, the more different takes you’ll find. Some say they were made of fire or smoke (or smokeless fire), but that leans toward an Abrahamic interpretation.

Some say the jinn could shape shift, cross between worlds, or use magic. Some say they lived on blood, or just liked it. Some they were devious, others say they were mostly good, and still others equate them more to humans with the ability to be both at various extremes.

Solomon was said to have built his temple with the enslavement of jinn. I suppose if we see them as evil or spiteful creatures, this is easy to gloss over.

But what if they weren’t?

What if they didn’t need to be bound to control them from harming humans?

What if we were wrong?

The Blurb

Summoned by Rainy KayeTwenty-three year old Dimitri has to do what he is told—literally. Controlled by a paranormal bond, he is forced to use his wits to fulfill unlimited deadly wishes made by multimillionaire Karl Walker.

Dimitri has no idea how his family line became trapped in the genie bond. He just knows resisting has never ended well. When he meets Syd—assertive, sexy, intelligent Syd—he becomes determined to make her his own. Except Karl has ensured Dimitri can’t tell anyone about the bond, and Syd isn’t the type to tolerate secrets.

Then Karl starts sending him away on back-to-back wishes. Unable to balance love and lies, Dimitri sets out to uncover Karl’s ultimate plan and put it to an end. But doing so forces him to confront the one wish he never saw coming—the wish that will destroy him.

Summoned is represented by Rossano Trentin of TZLA.

Find out more at http://www.summonedtheseries.com

Excerpt from Summoned

I dislike having to murder someone. Kidnapping is worse. At least when I setup a kill, I know what’s coming. No connections, no honesty, no surprises. Everything I say and do are just steps to luring in my victim. Once the victim falls right into the trap, the next move is swift: crushed windpipe, fatal concussion, or a good ol’ fashioned headshot.

Kidnapping, on the other hand, is a little trickier. First, the victim has an opportunity to respond. I don’t like this. Sometimes they cry. Sometimes they manage to alert the authorities. And sometimes they escape, usually by inflicting bodily harm on me.

Dead people don’t retaliate. Kidnapped ones, well, they’re a little more . . . lively.

The second major difference between killing and kidnapping is my conscience. I get in and out with a kill. We have no chance to bond.

Abductees require a little more one-on-one. As much as I try to keep the switch turned off, I can’t help but listen to their pleas and demands. And I usually realize I’m a jerk.

That’s exactly where I find myself one late afternoon in June. I prefer doing this at night, but moreover, I would prefer not doing this at all.

Instead, I have a belligerent nine year old girl sitting in the passenger seat of my Honda Accord, shackles on her wrists and ankles and a small stuffed bunny on her lap. She’s eyeing me in a way that makes me self-conscious. Like I’m the bad guy.

Probably because I am the bad guy.

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