Tuesday, March 13, 2018

The Vengeful Souls (#3 These Vicious Masks) Kelly Zekas & Tarun Shanker - Excerpt Tour

These Vengeful Souls
Kelly Zekas & Tarun Shanker
(These Vicious Masks #3)
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: February 20th 2018
Genres: Fantasy, Paranormal, 
Young Adult

England, 1883. On the run with the grieving Sebastian Braddock, Evelyn wants two things: to be reunited with her friends, and to get revenge on the evil Captain Goode. Not only has he misused his and Sebastian’s powers to rack up a terrible death toll, but he’s also completely destroyed any hope of Evelyn or her friends regaining the life they once knew.

Evelyn is determined to make Captain Goode pay for what he’s done, but is her revenge worth risking the lives of Sebastian and her friends? Or is it better to flee the city and focus on staying alive? And with the Captain spreading lies about Sebastian in an attempt to flush them out of hiding and turn the populace against them, does she even have a choice at all?


We climbed the stairs and passed through a room dedicated to oriental artifacts and into another Egyptian room.

Before crossing the threshold, I turned around to find Miss Chen looking at something in a glass curio cabinet. By the time I came upon her, she was pulling jewelry out of a perfectly round hole in the glass front.

“You can’t steal things from the museum,” I whispered.

Miss Chen snorted. “How do you think they got here in the first place?”

“I . . . fine, steal them after we’re done,” I said, quickly plastering a smile on my face as a passing lady gave us a strange look.

“Excuse me, miss, what is it you have there?” a voice behind us asked with the tone of someone who definitely knew what we had there.

Standing by a cabinet at the entrance was a short, dapper man, squinting at us in shock through his monocle.

“What is it you have there?” Miss Chen shot back, giddy bewilderment on her face. “I didn’t think you English actually wore those. This is incredible.”

The man looked affronted, especially when his monocle cracked from Miss Chen’s thrilled gaze. He spun around to seek help and found it in Mr. Kent and the rest of our group.

“Ah good, you found him. Lord Lister, yes?” Mr. Kent said.

“Yes, that’s me,” the man answered, looking confused. “But these young ladies, we must fetch the police, they are thieves and—”

“Miss Wyndham, Miss Chen! I never would have thought you had it in you. I am thoroughly impressed.” Mr. Kent winked at us both.

“Now, sir!” Lord Lister began blustering.

“Oh, right, yes. I have some news for you, Lord Lister. Someone is trying to kill you, so I suggest you come with us.”

Lord Lister stared at us, trying to suss out the joke, then frowning when he saw everyone’s serious faces. “Who are you?

Who is . . . trying to kill me?”

“Imagine a sun,” Mr. Kent said. “But it’s grown arms and legs and a torso and has decided it doesn’t like you very much.”

Lord Lister stared helplessly. “I . . . don’t have a son. . . .”

“Mr. Kent, you’re confusing him more,” I hissed, pushing our group into the Egyptian room, toward an exit. “Let’s go.”

“If I were told the sun wanted to kill me, I’d be on my way and save the questions for later.”

“I can’t imagine you ever saving questions for later,” I replied.

“Is that the sun . . . man?” Lord Lister interceded, pointing to the other end of the room.

We followed his gaze to a red-haired man walking straight for us, flames rapidly growing in both his hands.

“Oh, very likely, well done, you!” Mr. Kent said.

Author Bio

Tarun and Kelly met in a freshman year writing class at NYU and started writing These Vicious Masks a few years later.

Tarun is a writer living in Los Angeles whose idea of paradise consists of kung-fu movies, David Bowie and chai tea. Since completing his first horrible screenplay in high school, he’s written everything from one-act plays and film criticism to humor pieces and strongly-worded emails. He’s also magnetized, crushed and burned the hard drive where that first screenplay can be found.

Kelly is a writer and actor living in NYC. YA is her absolute favorite thing on earth other than cupcakes and she has spent many hours crying over fictional deaths.

She also started reading Harlequin romances at a possibly too early age (12?), and still loves a good paperback romance.

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