Louisa: Isn't that the most awesome cover? I LOVE the gothic look!
Landra: Hi! *waves* Thank you to Louisa for hosting me today.
My latest release, Raven Pirate Assassin Spy, features a heroine who loves her knifes. In fact, she's deadly with the balisong, more commonly known as the butterfly knife. I've seen butterfly knives in action thanks to my husband and my father... they both love them.
When crafting my character I wanted her to be proficient at a weapon and the butterfly knife seemed the best choice as any. Easy to hide on her person, concealed until someone wants to flip the knife open to do damage, it's ideal... especially for a trained assassin.
In researching the butterfly knife history I found two schools of thought as to its origin. One being that the balisong knife originated in the Philippines and was used in a Philippine martial art of Kali. Though this belief hasn't been proven with physical evidence only with stories. The other theory has been proven by patents and discovery of the oldest balisong ever recovered, which is on display in France. That theory is based on the emergence of the balisong in Europe sometime 1500s-1700s, with a book about the construction of a balisong published in the late 1700s and an official patent filed in Germany in 1880.
Regardless of its origin, the existence of the knife fits alongside my heroine's story as an intricate part of her being. I watched my husband handle one, along with a ton of videos on YouTube. Handling the blade is an art and it's easy to hurt someone, as much as yourself, when attempting to use it.
Now days the butterfly knife is synonymous with the Philippines and the masters who learned how to wield the blades with precision and speed. Are there any readers who've handled the blade or would you want to?
Raven Pirate Assassin Spy
Blurb: Once Upon A Time...
Sorella Corvino lost her brother to The Cursed years ago. Sorella is so determined to find him, she'll make any deal, rescue the outcasts and those like him, and risk flying into any port to rescue him. When her latest pirate efforts partner her with a bounty hunter who's too charming, sexy, and handsome for his own good, she knows she's in trouble.
Ian Marshall no longer believes in fairy tales…
Disowned and a marked criminal in the United States, this merchant turned bounty hunter, is one bounty away from freedom; and freedom's price is handing over one person to the most cutthroat gang in the world, The Cursed. Yet, he can't get to them without Sorella's help. Too bad she's gorgeous, aggravating, and a little trigger happy.
As the attraction mounts, the danger grows and the pair find themselves invading a skin trader den, the ballrooms of dictator-ruled Germany, and fighting battles in the sky in the hopes of getting everything they want. Only thing they didn't plan on... falling in love.
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“I already paid off the police, at least for the moment. Until your cousin offers them more.” The words rolled off her tongue matter-of-factly as if this sort of situation occurred every day. His pants tightened at her words. A woman who feared nothing, who didn’t believe in danger.
“Very generous of you.”
“Hmm?” She stopped playing with her balisong knife and looked at him.
He came toward her, arms open, expecting her to move away from the door and put distance between them. She didn’t. “You protected me at your own expense.”
“I thought you might take my generosity as replacement for me losing the bet.”
Less than six inches separated their bodies. The pulse point at her neck fluttered, her breath shallow. Her knife stilled in her hand, closed, but ready to deploy. She waited for him to make a move.
The distinct possibility existed he’d be dead in the next minute, but her lips were deep red, like cherries he’d eaten in late summer. To leave them untouched would be a crime. “You thought wrong.”
He leaned in. She gasped, and then he kissed her.
She’d been kissed before, but it had merely been her parents’ chaste touches to her cheeks or forehead, and, once, her fiancé had brushed her lips with his. Otherwise, she had remained untouched until now. As he touched the tip of his tongue to her closed mouth, a sinful sensation swamped her body. Gooseflesh broke out underneath her clothes, and little hairs stood up on the back of her neck.
Sorella grabbed the lapels of his coat and opened her mouth. Something carnal took over, an instinct to engage his tongue in some primitive dance. If this was considered uncivilized, she’d gladly abandon society and all its norms.
As fast as the moment began, it ended, and Ian pulled back a few inches. “You taste amazing.”
He did, too; like peppermint, and…. “You taste familiar.” Not as if she’d tasted him before, but somehow the aromatic tang of his mouth and the scent of his breath on an exhale resonated within her. She’d bottle it if she knew how. “Kiss me again.”
“As my captain commands.”
Author Bio: Landra Graf consumes at least one book a day, and has always been a sucker for stories where true love conquers all. She believes in the power of the written word, and the joy such words can bring. In between spending time with her family and having book adventures, she writes romance with the goal of giving everyone, fictional or not, their own happily ever after.