Blog Tour: Dracian Legacy by Priya Kanaparti / @pkanaparti / @REUTSpub

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At seventeen, Ren Pernell knows the meaning of tragedy.

But then, a year after losing her parents, Axel Knight walks through the door and changes everything. Strange creatures start to appear, her best friend suddenly finds her irresistible, and an undeniable, unexplainable bond with Axel threatens to drive her insane. She knows he’s the key. There’s something he’s not sharing, and she’s determined to find out.

Demanding answers, she finally learns the truth: everything she ever believed is an illusion. Caught in a centuries-old blood feud between races she never knew existed, Ren discovers her true destiny. She’s the chosen one, the Echo, preordained to end the bloodshed.

There’s just one catch–in order to save those she loves and a homeland she’s never seen, she’ll have to die.

With the clock running out, she’ll have to navigate a new world of betrayal, lies and deceit. If she can forgive, finding love even in the darkest places, she just might be able to escape the prophecy. But how much is she willing to sacrifice for a cause she didn’t know she was part of? And what will it take for her to be free?




I scowled.


“Are you following me?” I blurted, immediately wishing the ground would open and swallow me whole.


            “Why would you think that?” he asked with an enticing smile.


            Puddle of teenage awkwardness. Awesome.


            “A question isn’t an answer,” I tried to sound irritated, but it came out in an unattractive wheeze-growl.         


His face darkened and his smile disappeared. His brows creased together.


            Well, that wasn’t the reaction I expected.


            He grabbed my upper arm, pushing me behind him so quickly, I stumbled.




            “Hold that thought, Meus Aeternus.”


            He crouched slightly, one hand on his hip, the other–palm open–facing away. It was a protective stance, but against what?


A nanosecond later, an SUV came screeching around the corner. The sky filled with a thunderous staccato–like hail pounding on the roof of a car.


            My heart stopped as the scene unwound before me. Images of my parents’ funeral filled my head.


            No, no, no. Not another death.


            Two guys in trench coats slid out of the passenger side, their guns aimed at us.


            This is bad. This is very bad.


            A volley of shots echoed through the air. I was a dead woman. I was sure of it. I took a step back, and then another, only to step on my shoelace. I stumbled backward, a stubborn scream building inside my chest, my heartbeat elevating out of control. The bullets froze in midair inches from my shoulder. What the hell?


            Axel stood with his hand extended, his lips curved in a grimace.


            “Bad move,” he snarled.


            The frozen bullets flew backward, hitting one of the coat-clad men between the eyes, the other in the gut. Two more attackers jumped out of the SUV, marching forward. One held a sword, the other, a spiky ball attached to each end of a chain.


            What kind of stuff was Axel into? Medieval fight club?


            They eyed each other, silently conspiring, before rushing straight at Axel. Their eyes glowed red, and shark-like teeth protruded from their mouths.


            My eyes widened and I recoiled in fear.


The attackers advanced in a blur, swinging their weapons and snapping their teeth at Axel. But he was faster and stronger than the two combined. I watched, mesmerized, forgetting about the possibility of getting ripped to shreds if either attacker got past him.


Axel easily dodged, kicked, and punched his opponents, sending them flying a good twenty to thirty feet. He drew two small swords from under the backside of his jacket. They looked like mini-me sword replicas; too dangerous for cuddles and too cute not to.


Axel pushed off the ground in one quick swoop–dust rising like a tiny tornado behind him–closing the distance between him and his assailants. The speed he traveled made him seem like a blur of blue light in the middle of a lightning show.


            He wielded the mini-me swords with ease, blocking attacks and dancing around his opponents before he found an opening. Without hesitating, he ducked between the two men, plunging a sword into each. The men disintegrated, leaving only red, glimmering dust.


            I clamped my hands over my mouth, stifling a sob. I trembled, unable to process what I’d just witnessed.


            “Oh, God.” I whimpered.

About the Author

priya-kanapartiPriya lives in the beautiful city of Boise, ID as a full-time working mom and part-time YA Novel Author. For the past 7+ years she has worked in multiple fortune 500 companies and has recently found the passion to read and write.  The Dracian Legacy is her first YA paranormal romance series. She strongly believes that true love conquers all and that’s a common theme you’ll find within her novels.

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