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Friday, 22 August 2014

RBTL Tours: The Hunters and the Queen Series by Virginia Vayna


Title: Resurgence

Author: Virginia Vayna

Series: The Hunters and the Queen Series (Book 1)

Genre:  YA/Paranormal
Publisher: Self Published 
Release Date: April 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook


Blurb/Synopsis:

While working on her studies at the Churchill Military Academy in Kinsburgh, England, Jolán Vajnbirg’s final year at the academy develops into a year of competition, aristocratic love, a reincarnated breakthrough, and a calling from the sky world to help save earth from the death and destruction caused by the Order of the Hunters.

When Jolán Vajnbirg encounters Prince Colemund William Frederik Van Oranje-Nassau, the two bring the celestial destiny of the sky world to perfection. Jolán was born as a reincarnated spirit, but it took a synchronicity of events to spark her supernatural breakthrough.

The sky world is steadily preparing Jolán for her future fate. The hunters have upset the universal balance of earth, and the hunters have upset the sky world.

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Excerpt:

A deep sleep washed over Jolán. She was in such a slumber that she didn’t hear Crispus return home. Jolán didn’t hear the conversations held by her brother, mother, and father; and she didn’t hear them turn in for the night. The dream world had a hold of Jolán, and it wouldn’t let her go.
As she dreamed, Jolán saw images of extreme beauty; then, she witnessed pictures of extreme darkness. The darkness was so strong that Jolán began to sweat and turn while she slept in her bed. Her sweat drenched the back of her neck and dampened her hair. Jolán dreamed of beautiful winged men dancing around water fountains while doing arabesques and throwing red, pink, white, and deep blue rose petals into the fountains of rushing clear water. In her dream, Jolán walked over to the fountain, and she picked up a dark blue rose petal and held it in her hand. She watched the winged performers dance around the fountains splashing petals wherever they danced. The sun cast a sunbeam on to her cheeks. She felt a warm breeze blow all around her, and she enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her face. While Jolán held the rose petal in her hand, she smelled the petal and she loved the clean and lightly perfumed aroma it held. As she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment, a rather short and round-figured man approached her by the fountain. The man had a pleasant face with a short and neatly trimmed moustache. He scooped up water in his palm, and the water turned a brilliant shade of purple. As Jolán stared at the water in his hand, she watched as the water turned black, and then turned to red, and then to yellow, and then finally the water turned back to a beautiful shade of purple. As the man had his eyes locked on Jolán, he studied her beauty, and he examined her curiosity.
When Jolán looked up and met the man’s eyes she asked, “How did you do that?”
The man didn’t say anything, but instead he reached behind Jolán’s left ear, and he pulled out a long willow branch with a beautiful white dove perched on its limb.
Jolán let out a vibrant laugh and said, “Oh, My! You’re a magician!”
The man slightly shook his head, indicating that he was not a magician. Jolán looked at the white dove, and she reached out to pet the bird’s head. The bird allowed Jolán to pet its head, and then the bird started to coo in a subtle manner. Jolán thought she had never pet a bird on its head before
As the man allowed Jolán to continue petting the bird, he looked at her and said, “I am Voipele. I am the spirit of the forest. The Sky World created me to watch over all of the living creatures that dwell within the boundaries of the woods, but I am having a hard time protecting them right now.”
Jolán thought to herself “Wow, this is an awesome dream,” but she didn’t say anything to Voipele. Instead, Jolán continued to pet the dove.
Voipele continued to say, “The sky world created you too, Jolán. We have the responsibility of protecting the elements and the good spirits on Earth.”
Jolán nonchalantly replied, “I have a hard enough time with my own responsibilities, Voipele. I don’t think a sky world would have much use for me.”
Jolán turned inward towards Voipele, and she thanked him for allowing her to pet his bird. She then walked away.
As Jolán walked by the water fountains, she started to see the fountain water turn brown, and then she watched the water turn to black. The dancing winged performers began to slow down, and then freeze in motion. Once the performers were completely frozen, they solidified into a concrete like substance. The once colorful rose petals were now all gray and dry, and they lacked color and vibrancy.
Jolán heard her brother’s voice in the distance, so she immediately began running towards his sound. As she ran, she felt her heart beat; and she heard screams and voices calling her name. Jolán ran faster to get to her brother, but she couldn’t see him, and she couldn’t hear him anymore. All Jolán could hear were the sounds of pain, and the sounds of awful screams.

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Title: Transcendence
Author: Virginia Vayna
Series: The Hunters and the Queen Series (Book 2)
Genre: YA/Paranormal
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: October 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook


Blurb/Synopsis:

Jolán and Colemund have made a pact with each other. Their solidarity is sealed within the Aegean Sea; however, a future of chaos awaits on their horizon. They must prepare. They must gain their strength. A battle is developing in the realm.

In the meantime, Sadeiq, the gypsy hunter, tries desperately to stop her transformation. She is turning into a hunter, and she desires to stop the process. Sadeiq desperately needs to locate Jolán for help.

The realm is deeply disturbed by the overwhelming destruction caused by the Order of the Hunters. The Order must keep a planetary balance, but they have developed into selfish and monopolistic creatures. The hunters are prepared to fight for their dominance; they do not want to lose their control. The sky world hungers for a planetary balance, and are prepared to use their forces in a fight against the Order.


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Excerpt:

Once Jolán entered her room, she immediately plopped down on the bed. Colemund resisted his urge to jump on the bed too; he opted for a more conservative entrance into the room.
As he walked towards the rather large bedframe and mattress, he wanted to touch Jolán. He extended his hand to caress her cheek. He then said, “I know you’re tired, love,” and then slid his hand down her throat to rest his fingers on her collarbone. He then gently said, “Why don’t you change out of your day clothes. I’ll grab your bed clothes.”
Jolán was too tired to move. She felt like a 100-pound weight rested on her body. She just wanted to sleep. She reached out to Colemund and said, “I’m too tired.”
After Colemund unpacked their bed clothes, he stripped down to his skivvies. Jolán opened her eyes. She felt intense desire when she saw his well chiseled abdomen and his long and lean legs. His arms were muscular, and he was beautiful to her. Jolán found a little energy.
As she started to take off her clothes, she looked at Colemund and said with a mischievous grin, “Come here, but don’t put on any more clothes. I want to feel your skin against mine,” as she quickly, but effortlessly, undressed down to her under garments and tossed her clothes on a nearby chair.
Colemund was excited, and he confidently walked toward her and sat next to her on the bed. The couple started kissing; a deep kiss that entangled them in a loving embrace for nearly two-hours. After several beautiful moments, and after several deep and raspy exhales, the couple fell into a deep slumber. Jolán was cuddled nicely in the arms of her prince; then, a deep, dark sleep washed over her body.
As she rested peacefully in the arms of her lover, she began to dream. Galloping horses rode fast through the forest. Each footstep grew louder, and louder, and Jolán wanted to run, but she knew she was not really in the dream, but she was more of a spectator. As she watched the horses stampede through the woodlands, she knew she shouldn’t make eye contact with the riders of the stallions; instead, she only looked at their profiles and body type. She didn’t want to get noticed.
All of the riders wore long, dark colored jackets. Some wore either a black or red hat, and the other horsemen wore hoods over their head. As the group rode fast, Jolán wondered where they were going at such an alarming speed; moreover, she wanted to know who they were. She watched as they rode to the bottom of a hill and stopped. As one man dismounted his horse, he held a petite woman cloaked under a thick robe. When the man took off the woman’s hood, a thick full head of curly red hair was displayed. The woman had ebony skin and light blue eyes. She looked supernatural. The man then pushed the woman into a barn.
As Jolán watched, her dream did not allow her to move. She was unable to do anything, she was unable to help. Jolán witnessed the woman receive a smack across the face from the tall man.
The woman spit blood, looked at the tall man and questioned, “Is that the best you got?”
The man hit her again, and again, and again; his pinky finger was completely black. Every time he hit her, Jolán kept seeing his black, and frost-bitten like finger. He wore a silver pinky ring. As the man slapped her again, his ring cut her lip; the woman started to laugh. She laughed a maniacal laugh that resonated through the forest. Her blood dripped on to the dirt.
The other members of the group already tied up their horses, and they stood far enough away that they could only hear fragments of the conversation; until the laughter started. The group heard the maddening laughter. The louder the woman laughed, the harder the tall man hit her. He repeatedly hit her once, twice, three times; then, she stood up and laughed louder. She laughed so loud, the horses started to buck wildly out of control. She laughed so hard, her sounds began to deafen everyone around her. The tall man stopped hitting her, and he mounted his horse and fled. The rest of the group wrestled with their horses until they were under control, then, they too left the scene. The woman was left in the forest alone; she was beaten and battered, but her laugh echoed through the woodlands.


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Author Information:


Virginia Vayna was born in Dayton, Ohio. During 1999, she moved to Long Beach, California, where she lived on a sailboat for three-years. She currently holds a Bachelor of Arts in Political Science and a Master of Social Science. She has worked as a policy researcher, a legal writer, and she currently works as a freelance copywriter. Virginia enjoys writing historical fiction, fantasy, paranormal fiction, mystery, and young adult literature. She is the author of The Hunters and the Queen series.

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