I am so excited that REMNANTS OF POWER by H. F. Cunningham is available now and that
I get to share the news!
If you haven’t yet heard about this wonderful book,
be sure to check out all the details below.
This blitz also includes a giveaway for a finished
copy of the book & swag courtesy of H.F. & Rockstar Book Tours. So if you’d
like a chance to win, check out the giveaway info below.
About
The Book:
Author: H. F.
Cunningham
Pub. Date: June
1, 2023
Publisher: H. F.
Cunningham
Formats: Paperback,
eBook
Pages: 698
Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/REMNANTS-OF-POWER
"You're sure about this?"
"Absolutely not, but let's do it anyway."
Banished from the only home she has ever known and still reeling from the knowledge of what she truly is, and just how many people want to kill her, Tannin has no choice but to ally with dangerous figures from her past to survive. In a stronghold ruled by wargs, Tannin must learn to step up and claim her blood heritage. As her own monstrous abilities develop, Tannin finds that she likes the taste of power. But she isn't the only one hungering for it.
Desperate to correct her past mistakes, Ava - along with Tannin's old friend Flint - leaves the safety of Armodan to follow the wargs. With her fledgling skills as a druidic healer, Ava strives to prove herself useful and earn her place in Tannin's new life. Finally free of the constraints of royal life, Ava discovers that she has only scratched the surface of her own darker powers.
But power never comes without a price.
The rise of a queen.
A cruel betrayal.
And a nation on the brink of tearing itself apart.
Schemes and treacheries are brewing and
boiling over on all sides. Unravelling them seems impossible. Perhaps surviving
them is too.
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Excerpt:
Tannin
made a disgusted noise as she picked a fat, oozing slug off her shoe. She was
so over camping and the creepy crawlies that seemed to appear out of nowhere
and get into everything.
Tannin
rubbed her eyes. She’d slept like shit again and could feel a bad mood hovering
over her like a storm cloud. Inside the tent behind her, Ava snored in her
sleep. She’d snored most of the morning, even when Tannin kicked her.
There
were…complicated feelings where Ava was concerned that she’d rather not deal
with, and it was only made worse by the fact they had to sleep next to each
other. The tents they slept in were nothing fancy. Just a sheet of
water-proofed canvas, wooden pegs and thin cords that somehow held it all
together. She’d tried every negotiating tactic she knew to try and get out of
sharing a tent with the princess, but with Adair and Flint sharing one and Dana
solidly refusing to give up hers, there was little choice. Ava knew that Tannin
needed her, and it made her insufferable. Worse than that – she kept trying to
talk. Like really talk. About what happened in Armodan. Tannin did not want to
talk about it, and she refused to accept Ava’s apologies.
Maybe
if they did talk it out, it would be better than this horrible stalemate they
were in, but Tannin was bitter about the whole thing, and Ava lording it over
her while she was at her weakest wasn’t doing anything to improve her attitude.
“What’re
you scowling at?” Flint asked as he emerged, tousle-haired, from his tent. His
long limbs unfolded as he yawned and stretched out his cramped muscles. It must
be a tight fit in the boys’ tent, Tannin thought. Flint was long and lanky, and
Adair was even taller, and quite frankly, built like a house.
Tannin
was about to reply when she was interrupted by a shriek from inside her tent.
Ava came barrelling out, wild-eyed and holding a slug at arm’s length.
“Did
you put a slug on me while I was sleeping?!” she demanded, brandishing the slug
at Tannin.
“No,”
Tannin replied innocently.
Ava
glared and scoured her face for any trace of a lie. When she didn’t find one,
she threw the poor slug aside and stomped off in the direction of the river to
wash the slime from her clothes.
Tannin
chuckled and poked at the fire she was trying to get going. Flint leaned
forward, chin on his hand, and gave her a hard look. She glanced at him slyly
out of the corner of her eye.
“Tannin,”
he said sternly.
“Yes?”
She gave him her most angelic face.
“How
many slugs?”
She
grinned evilly just as another shriek came from the river.
“TANNIN!”
About H. F. Cunningham:
Hello! I'm HF Cunningham; a
queer YA/NA fantasy author who likes puns!
My debut novel Remnants of
Blood is launching 14th September 2021 and is perfect for lovers of fantasy,
intruiging characters, enemies to lovers, monsters, scottish accents and witty
banter!
Follow me on instagram
hfcunningham.author or twitter hfcunningham or check out my website
www.hfcunningham.com
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