{Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway} On the Wings of War (Soulbound #5) by Hailey Turner (@ANovelTakePR)

On the Wings of War
by
​Hailey Turner
 
Series: Soulbound V
 Publisher: Self-Published
 Release Date: Print & ebook – September 2nd, 2020
 Length: 109,151 words
 Subgenre: LGBTQ Urban Fantasy
 Warnings: None
 
Remembering the dead will always give them life.
 
The coveted Morrígan’s staff is up for sale on the black market to the highest bidder, and SOA Special Agent Patrick Collins will do whatever it takes to ensure the Dominion Sect doesn’t get their hands on it. Returning the weapon to its rightful owner is another step on the long road toward clearing Patrick’s soul debt, but he won’t walk it alone. Jonothon de Vere won’t let him.
 
Obeying the gods means Patrick must travel to London. For Jono, it means facing a past he thought he’d left behind forever. His return to England isn’t welcome, and neither is their pack, but Jono and Patrick will face the antagonism together. Politics aside, their priority must be the mission, but the bone-chilling secret they uncover in the London god pack will have far-reaching repercussions no one can ignore.
 
A race against time takes Patrick and Jono from the streets of London to the bright lights of Paris, where hospitality is thin on the ground, the air is filled with whispered prayers for the missing, and the Morrígan’s staff will end up in the one place it should never have gone—a graveyard.
 
For beneath Paris lie the long-forgotten dead, and when they rise to walk again, the living can only hope to die.
 
On the Wings of War is a 109k word m/m urban fantasy with a gay romantic subplot and a HFN ending. It is a direct sequel to A Vigil in the Mourning. Reading the first book in the series would be helpful in enjoying this one.
 
About On the Wings of War by Hailey Turner: This is an exciting sequel that builds on the series plot and makes readers keep wanting more!

Our Exclusive Excerpt ~

“You want to play bait.”

“No.” At Jono’s disbelieving stare, Patrick rolled his eyes. “Yes. Nadine called while you were in the shower. The WSA thinks they got a hit on Rossiter on the CCTV in Tottenham. I want to case the area, see if I can’t track him with my magic.”

Jono carefully set his mug down on the glass table. “Tottenham.”

Patrick’s gaze softened a little. He finished lacing up his boots before getting to his feet and closing the distance between them. Jono tilted his head down to look him in the eye.

“I can take Sage with me, if you want,” Patrick said quietly. “You don’t have to come.”

“I’m not letting either of you go there without me. You both stand out too much.”

“So will you. Just because we’re in London doesn’t mean you need to go everywhere with us. I told her if you didn’t want to come you could take Wade to do some more touristy shit. He was saying something about the Victoria and Albert Museum last night.”

“They’ve a jewelry gallery,” Jono said absently, staring past Patrick. “He probably wants to nick some.”

Cool hands framed his face, Patrick’s thumbs bracketing his mouth. Jono blinked, refocusing on him. This close and Jono could see the freckles scattered over Patrick’s nose and cheeks, darker lately from summer sunlight and long hours working cases in the field.

“I don’t want you to go back there if the memories are going to hurt,” Patrick said.

“You getting hurt would be worse.”

“Jono.”

“I’m going, Pat.”

He didn’t say home, because it wasn’t, not anymore. Tottenham and the council estate he’d grown up on before getting kicked out after being infected with the werevirus hadn’t been home for years. His family hadn’t wanted him, neither had his old mates, and Jono had done what he’d had to so he could survive.

It had meant shady jobs, under-the-table payments in cash, skirting the edges of local gangs, all with a target on his back. He’d had no pack, no territory to call his own, no support, and dealt with discrimination every day because of the telltale color of his eyes. What relationships he’d made were thin at best after his family disowned him. He hadn’t seen a quid of the settlement amount from the court suit against the hospital that had given him the bad blood transfusion. His family had kept it all, and he’d been left out in the cold.

You couldn’t change the past, but you could change your family, and he’d done that.

He wouldn’t let anyone make him feel less because of it.

Jono shook his head. “Sage can keep an eye on Wade today. You and I will drive up to Tottenham, though it’s in the complete opposite direction as Heathrow. Traffic is going to be bloody terrible.”

“If we’re late, Spencer can take the Tube in. We can pick him up from a station or something.”

“That’s a bit rude if you already told him we’d pick him up from Heathrow.”
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Patrick patted Jono’s cheek with one hand before pulling away. “He and Fatima can fend for themselves. Trust me on that.”

About The Author ~ 

​Hailey Turner is big city girl who spoils her cats rotten and has a demanding day job that she loves, but not as much as she loves writing. She's been writing since she was a young child and enjoys reading almost as much as creating a new story.

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