The Necromancer’s Reckoning by S.J. Himes Blog Tour, Guest Post, Excerpt, Review & Giveaway!

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Hi peeps! We have the super talented S.J. Himes popping in with her newest release The Necromancer’s Reckoning, we have a brilliant guest post from S.J. with a short except from Eroch POV! And we have a great excerpt, a fantastic giveaway and Lisa’s review, so check out the post for all the yumminess and then enter the giveaway! ❤ ~Pixie~

The Necromancer’s Reckoning

(The Beacon Hill Sorcerer 03)
by

S.J. Himes

Every action has consequences.

For a decade, Angel Salvatore has been the most powerful sorcerer and only necromancer in all the Northeast. Never one to ask permission nor apologies, he has acted with near impunity for years.

Until now.

The High Council of Sorcery has come to Boston, and Angel is their target. Charged with numerous violations of practitioner laws, his freedom and family are placed in jeopardy.

If found guilty, Angel’s apprentice Daniel will be imprisoned to serve out the remaining years of his apprenticeship. Isaac, his brother, is too vulnerable to be left unguarded, and Angel fears for his sanity and health. And Simeon, Elder vampire and Angel’s mate refuses to see Angel convicted under the laws of the Council and his actions to keep Angel free threaten to start a war that could destroy their world. And Angel faces the severest of punishments—the castration of his gifts.

The Council has never cared for the people of Boston, and Angel doubts their motives. They have come for some insidious reason, and it has nothing to do with upholding the law and everything to do with Angel.

Dealing with an impending trial, a wayward ghost, and a grave robbing ring of thieves leaves Angel on the edge. He thinks he may have a handle on things until violence erupts across the city, and a stranger comes to town…a stranger with his own dark powers of necromancy.

This is book 3 of a series, and the previous books should be read first for full enjoyment. Trigger Warnings are on the Copyright Page and can be seen using the Look Inside feature or by downloading a sample of this book.

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The Joy of Dragons  

by SJ Himes

“Daniel sat next to him on the couch, playing with Eroch, the small dragon attacking Daniel’s hand as he tickled the light green scales along the dragon’s belly. Eroch mock hissed and flailed with wings and tail, making Daniel laugh. He gently gnawed on Daniel’s fingers, wrapping his tail around his wrist and bunny kicking. “Ok, ok, you win!” Daniel laughed, and Eroch flipped over to his feet and curled his neck, flirtatious and sweet, making Daniel pick him up and cuddle him close. Angel rolled his eyes, and the wee beastie gave Angel a smug lift of his tiny snout and a wink of one daffodil-yellow eye.”

—The Necromancer’s Reckoning (The Beacon Hill Sorcerer Book 3) by SJ Himes

One of the most surprising things to come out of writing this series was Eroch, the demon-turned-dragon familiar. Way back in Book #1, The Necromancer’s Dance, Angel breaks the geas binding the demon hunting him on this plane, returning the poor creature to its true form.

A dragon.

Not just any dragon—a baby. But not a helpless baby. This is a dangerous baby with no impulse control and a fondness for sweets.

Angel describes Eroch the best, as a sentient, non-humanoid thinking and aware being, kidnapped from its home dimension and forced, quite painfully, into a new form and ordered to commit violence. Once Eroch refuses to return home once freed from his captors, Angel gains a familiar, the only dragon in his dimension, the others long gone to myth and legend.

Eroch is by far a treasure, and not just to me! I did not plan for his part in the books or series, but when he came, I couldn’t say no. How could I? Angel’s wee beastie is a scene stealer, with a wicked secret under his wings. Through three books and countless iterations, Eroch has remained a steadfast character, despite having zero speaking lines. He has more than enough personality though, and I gave up trying to rein in the feisty and cute beastie years ago.

Eroch is not a pet—not even close. He isn’t human, and Angel takes pains to stress this to family and friends. Foes learn it at their detriment. Despite (usually!) being the size of a housecat, Eroch is a fire-breathing predator with a fondness of cranberry scones and hot chocolate and burning off people’s faces and setting pigeons on fire. Leash laws don’t apply since he is not a pet.

My wee beastie has come a long way. Once upon a time, he was a victim, needing safe harbor and care. Now, three books later, he’s getting his own scenes and stealing scenes from others! That’s right—this book, we get Eroch’s POV, and let me tell you, I hope you’re ready. Read below for a short excerpt from Eroch’s POV in The Necromancer’s Reckoning.

“Eroch lifted his head, nostrils flaring. A faint sound came from the front of the suite, the nearly soundless slide of the door over the fabric of the runner in the foyer. Eroch sat up and focused his hearing, blocking off the rhythmic, soft breathing of the human beneath him. The wounded youngling whimpered in his sleep, and Eroch churred, hoping to keep Daniel unaware of their danger for as long as possible. Predators were in the suite, and Daniel’s fear would whet their appetite. Eroch sniffed, arching his neck, opening his wings. Heat furled in his belly, and his eyesight sharpened. The lamp in the hall cast a thin line of light under the doorway, and Eroch bared his fangs when a shadow broke the light. He could hear a heartbeat, and the passing of air over cloth, the wind currents from the vents moving around two bodies that waited in the hall. Two heartbeats. Three people. One must be an undead hunter, and the other a human, and one stunk of magic. Eroch crawled to the end of the bed and flared his wings, hissing out a warning. Smoke curled out from his open mouth, and Eroch grew hotter, scales glowing along his throat and belly. Daniel stirred, wiping at his face. “Eroch?” The handle turned, the door opening. A vampire slunk into the room, the air around it cold, its passage soundless. The vampire was familiar, his stench masked by magic but not enough to blind Eroch’s senses. He saw through the magic to the mean vampire who hated his bondmate. The human who came in after the undead creature was quiet, but the beat of its heart signaled its appreciation of the hunt. The next human carried chains stinking of iron, and Eroch knew they were there for the youngling he guarded. One human smelled familiar as well, but Eroch had never been in his presence himself to match the scent to the human. The one that stunk of magic had an emblem on his jacket, metal and curved, and it reminded Eroch of the metal piece worn by the mean practitioner called the magister. This one was male, though, so Eroch did not know him. “Grab the boy,” the vampire ordered the humans. “I’ll handle the beast.” The vampire dug a length of cloth from its pocket, and it unfolded into a sack. Eroch flapped his wings in warning, hissing.”

I hope you enjoyed the peeks into Eroch from The Necromancer’s Reckoning. That’s but a small snippet of what’s to come –and may we all dream of dragons.

Artwork by Catherine Dair

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Excerpt!

“What do you mean, I got a letter?” Angel held his smartphone between his ear and shoulder, fumbling with the keys to his office. It was still dark, and he huffed with impatience, blinking a small orb of hellfire into existence over his hands so he could find the right key. Inserting it into the lock, he opened the door and dismissed the orb, flicking the light switch by the door.

“It was delivered by courier about ten minutes ago,” Daniel replied, his apprentice talking past food. “I had to sign for it. The courier almost didn’t leave it with me until I told him I was your apprentice.”

Angel grumbled to himself, tossing his keys on his desk and grabbing his phone, rubbing the back of his neck. He left his apartment not even ten minutes before, which was only a couple blocks away, so the courier must have shown up right as he was leaving. He frowned, thinking back to the pre-dawn street, and he didn’t recall seeing anyone—not even a car or taxi.

“Well, go ahead and open it,” Angel said, tapping his phone to put it on speaker. Daniel made a happy sound past whatever he was chewing, and Angel snorted out a laugh. He booted up his laptop, looking for the appointment he had that morning at the ass-crack of dawn. Why in the world he thought it would be a good idea to have a private consultation so damn early on a Monday was beyond him. Which was why he decided on waking up everyone he lived with so he could share the misery. Though it was only Daniel since Isaac was at Nevermore and Simeon was at the Tower.

A sharp yelp and swearing came out from the speakers, and Angel laughed. “Papercut?”

“No! It shocked me!” Daniel gasped out, cussing under his breath. “I can’t open it!”

“What do you mean you can’t open it? Just rip it open.”

“I’m trying! Ouch!” Daniel yelped again, and the sounds coming from over the phone were parts hilarious and alarming. “I’m not risking my fingers. You can open it.”

“Who is it from? It might be warded if a courier brought it.”

“Now you tell me,” Daniel muttered, and Angel grinned as he found the appointment time. Daniel was finding his courage and picking up sass lessons from Isaac. His shy apprentice was learning all about sarcasm in the Salvatore household. His appointment was in about five minutes. No time to run back home and get the letter that was singeing his apprentice’s fingers. Daniel recited the address on the letter, “It says, ‘To Angelus Raine Salvatore, Necromancer of Beacon Hill, Boston, Massachusetts. From’…Oh, wow.”

“Who’s it from?”

“The High Council of Sorcery, Bucharest, Romania.”

Angel stood up straight, hands falling away from his laptop. He stared at the phone, the quiet in his office somehow loud, heart pounding in his ears. He looked up at the door as if any second one of the Council enforcers would blast through the doorway, ready to take him into custody for crimes sundry against international sorcery laws. He breathed in, breath shaky, and flexed his fingers. He reached out with his mind, cautiously testing the wards around his office, and there was nothing.

“Angel? Angel!” Daniel squawked over the phone, and Angel snapped free of the tension that held him frozen and snatched up the phone.

“Daniel, my appointment is any minute. Can you bring the letter here? Just hang out in the main room until I’m done if we’ve started when you get here. Wake up Eroch and have him come with you.”

“Um, okay…wake up the fire-breathing lizard, he says.”

“Just pick him up and carry him with you if he doesn’t wake up. He was sleeping on my pillow when I left. Don’t walk over here alone. I’d say hold on to it until I get home, but I have a feeling I need to read that letter as soon as possible.”

“Okay. Can I take a shower first?”

“You better,” Angel chuckled and hung up. Twenty-year-old men needed showers for the sake of everyone.

A knock sounded from the front of the office, and Angel took a deep breath, calming his off-center nerves before heading to answer the door. He was still cautious, sending out his awareness, his wards humming in the recesses of his mind, unmolested. There were two people on the small landing outside his door, their auras muffled by the panel, but they were both practitioners.

Angel opened the door, a polite smile on his face.

“Angelus Salvatore?” asked a tall, bulky man in a dark coat, his face set to glower. Angel lifted a brow, unable to see the person behind the big man. He could see a flash of red hair and a small bit of alabaster skin before the big guy shifted.

“I am,” Angel replied, opening the door wider, stepping back and gesturing them inside. His wards were set to allow strangers inside, but they would dampen any magic cast in this space by strangers or those he blocked. Came in handy when dealing with young sorcerers and unexpected guests. They could still cast, but his magic permeated the space, claiming even the ambient magical energies and stifling spells cast by interlopers. Not much use against a practitioner who used their own reserves, but the more dangerous, higher-ranked practitioners tended to reach outside themselves first before casting.

A tall woman was behind the big guy, slim and covered head to toe in black, from her leather high-heeled boots and ankle-length black pea coat to her black silk scarf and a jaunty, tiny pillbox hat atop titian curls. She was familiar, but the shadows were still dark enough Angel was having difficulty determining her identity. He led them back to his office, gesturing at the chairs in front of his desk. The woman sat, unwinding her scarf, her escort taking a stance beside the office door. Angel turned on the lamps as dawn was taking its time arriving and the room had shadows in inconvenient places.

The woman removed her scarf, putting it on her lap before shrugging from her coat. Her escort stepped forward, taking it from her before returning to his spot by the door. The woman, dressed in a thin black wraparound dress that hugged every slim curve and long line of her body, smiled at Angel. She was pretty, in a very human way, nothing of the fae about her in face or form. Dark green eyes, nothing at all like the brilliant emerald of Simeon’s eyes but arresting enough in their own merits, gazed back at him, glistening with wry humor.

“Lady Kensington,” Angel acknowledged after a moment’s pause, surprised. The recent widow was a wizard and a skilled apothecary who owned and ran Nightshade Apothecary not far from where they sat in Beacon Hill. Angel would see her occasionally in the neighborhood or when he needed supplies between scheduled deliveries. Her husband, Lord Greyson Kensington, died of a heart attack three months ago while shoveling snow off the front stoop of their shop one chilly winter morning.

“Call me Heather, please,” she said, voice melodic and rich, smooth as hot chocolate with a shot of whiskey. Her chin rose as if she was expecting argument. What Angel could remember of her husband, the man was a stickler for propriety and demanded to be addressed by his title, even to friends.

Angel never liked the man.

“Heather,” Angel agreed with a grin, surprising her into smiling back at him. “What can I do for you? And why so early? I would’ve come to the shop.”

“I’m afraid this matter requires a measure of discretion,” Lady Heather replied, twisting her scarf in her fingers. “It’s regarding my late husband.”

Angel paused, thinking. Usually when the recently bereaved came to his door, they wanted either the impossible, like a resurrection, or more commonly, a summoning of the departed spirit. He rarely acquiesced as nothing good could come from repeatedly dialing in to the Other Side. It kept the living from moving on and tormented the souls he would be recalling to this plane.

She must have seen some of these thoughts on his face, as she held up a dainty hand, forestalling his coming denial. “I don’t want you to summon him from the Other Side,” she said, tears gathering on her lashes. Angel waited, curious despite himself. “I want you to find him for me.”

“I’m sorry, I’m not following,” Angel said warily, hoping she didn’t cry. Isaac or Daniel breaking down he hated but knew what to do, a near stranger crying left him awkward.

“The shop was broken into three nights ago,” Lady Heather said quickly, words tumbling over themselves as she hurried to explain. “I heard the commotion from my apartment upstairs, but by the time the police arrived, it was too late.”

“What did they steal?” Angel was trying to follow along, he really was, but he had no idea what a burglary would have to do with her deceased husband.

“They stole him,” Lady Heather said, digging out a handkerchief from her tiny black purse. She dabbed at her eyes, miraculously not smearing her mascara.

Angel frowned. “I’m going to need you to spell this out for me.”

“The thieves stole Greyson’s ghost. I need you to find him.”

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About S.J.!

I’m a self-employed writer who stresses out about the silliest things, like whether or not I got my dog the best kind of snack and the fact my kindle battery tends to die when I’m at the best part in a book. I write mainly gay romance, erotica, and urban fantasy, with occasional forays into contemporary and paranormal. I love a book heavy on plot and character evolution, and throw in some magic, and that’s perfection. My current series are: The Beacon Hill Sorcerer, Bred For Love (as Revella Hawthorne), The Wolfkin Saga, and the epic fantasy romance series Realms of Love. My last two novels in the Beacon Hill Sorcerer won 3rd Place in the Gay Fantasy category for the 2016 Rainbow Awards.

I live in New Orleans, where the personalities are big and loud and so are the bugs! New Orleans is rich in cultural history, and the flavor and music of the City is impossible to hide. Before that, I lived all over the United States: Tampa, Western Massachusetts, Indianapolis, and on and on…. I’m a nomad, and I’ve yet to find a place that calls to me strongly enough to become home. My faithful travel companions are my dog Micah, the numerous voices in my head who insist they all get put on paper, and the wind at my back.

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Review

Title: The Necromancer’s Reckoning

Series: The Beacon Hill Sorcerer 03

Author: S.J. Himes

Genre: Paranormal, Fantasy, Urban Fantasy

Length: Novel (302pgs)

Publisher: S.J. Himes (May 28, 2018)

Heat Level: Low

Heart Rating: ♥♥♥♥♥ 5 Hearts

Blurb: Every action has consequences.
For a decade, Angel Salvatore has been the most powerful sorcerer and only necromancer in all the Northeast. Never one to ask permission nor apologies, he has acted with near impunity for years.

Until now.

The High Council of Sorcery has come to Boston, and Angel is their target. Charged with numerous violations of practitioner laws, his freedom and family are placed in jeopardy.

If found guilty, Angel’s apprentice Daniel will be imprisoned to serve out the remaining years of his apprenticeship. Isaac, his brother, is too vulnerable to be left unguarded, and Angel fears for his sanity and health. And Simeon, Elder vampire and Angel’s mate, refuses to see Angel convicted under the laws of the Council and his actions to keep Angel free threaten to start a war that could destroy their world. And Angel faces the severest of punishments—the castration of his gifts.

The Council has never cared for the people of Boston, and Angel doubts their motives. They have come for some insidious reason, and it has nothing to do with upholding the law and everything to do with Angel.

Dealing with an impending trial, a wayward ghost, and a grave-robbing ring of thieves leaves Angel on the edge. He thinks he may have a handle on things until violence erupts across the city, and a stranger comes to town…a stranger with his own dark powers of necromancy.

ISBN: B07DCFM57S

Product Link: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Reviewer: Lisa

Review: This is one of those series that need to be read in order. It is all about our sexy necromancer and his vampire mate. These two together will knock people on their ass and keep their family safe.

What happens when you piss off one hell of a strong necromancer? You go after his mate and his charge, boy the council is in for one hell of a fight. To top it off the grave robbers is still up to no good, and damn if they don’t have a surprise, one they didn’t even know they had.

The High Council of Sorcery has decided to go after Angel, and the only way they can do it is to go after his family. Isaac has a drinking problem and it is now time to nip it in the butt. Angel is in for a very long day. The idiots at the council want to take Daniel with them, thinking that it will be the way to control Angel. Fire up their ass is about what they are going to get.

The guys are about to go through the hardships that many feel. Isaac needs help with his drinking problem and love can only go so far. He feels so much guilt and it will take awhile for him to realize that he doesn’t need to fill what he feels. It is action packed, danger filled, exciting and fascination all rolled into one amazing package. This is one of those stories that will catch your attention with the first paragraph and keep it all the way to the end.

I had to go back and read the first two books once more before getting started on this book. It is also one of those books that will be read more than once. I get a kick out of Eroch and will admit that the little dragon is my absolute favorite of the whole book. This book gave me everything I could want in a book and so much more.

I had a blast reading this and can’t wait to get my hands on the next book. This is one book that I would definitely recommend reading.

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2 thoughts on “The Necromancer’s Reckoning by S.J. Himes Blog Tour, Guest Post, Excerpt, Review & Giveaway!

    Gabriella

    (June 21, 2018 - 2:28 pm)

    I’m gonna be very original here, and say, wolf shifters are my fave. 🙂

    James Robert

    (June 21, 2018 - 6:52 pm)

    Angels is what my sister would want to read and I get many of my family books.

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