Guest Post & Giveaway: Becoming A Death Dealer

The Day I Became a Death Dealer by Ashley Robertson

I’m psyched to welcome Ashley Robertson on the blog today, with a kick-ass guest post about becoming a Death Dealer! I read and reviewed her novella Death Dealer a few weeks ago and LOOOVED it! So make sure you guys stick around for the giveaway so you can have a chance of winning it!

About Death Dealer

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Series: Death Angel #1
Published by: Self Published on
Genre: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Pages: 140
Source: Author
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Rating: 4/5

Death: a word Mia Baron was all too familiar with since the murder of her parents when she was a young girl. Her drive for vengeance was the reason she became a Death Dealer—a soul guide through the spirit realm—signing her life away in her own blood. Pain forged a concrete wall around her heart and no one or nothing would ever penetrate it…until she got what she desired most—revenge.

Deacon Gage craves justice for his own horrific tragedy that forced him into the same life Mia chose, with the same promise of vengeance dangling just out of reach. His expert training makes him an Elite—one of the few Death Dealers to ever achieve such a status—and no one can shift his focus from the blood he seeks.

But when the two are partnered for yet another job and a heart-shattering case rips open Mia’s heart, Deacon realizes he’s the only one who can save her…at a price that might be too much to pay: opening his heart to her. The clock is ticking and her life hangs on the balance of whether he can truly let go or will hold onto his desire for blood.

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Becoming A Death Dealer

Death Dealer by Ashley Robertson - Mia Baron

Name: Mia Baron
Born: September 21
Age: 24

I carried their deaths with me from the age of four, but it didn’t really sink in until middle school. That’s when I was old enough to understand what had really happened and it wasn’t the sweet fairytale-like story my grandma had told me. My parents were supposed to be in heaven, watching down on me from somewhere beyond the clouds during the day, and at night I’d watch the twinkling stars believing they were the most radiant ones. Perhaps I harbored a little resentment toward my grandma for not telling me they were murdered. No, I found out that little detail as I neared the end of seventh grade. When a classmate asked if I was the daughter of the murdered couple…the ones whose body parts had been found scattered all over their house.

Of course denial was my first feeling, there was no way that juicy piece of gossip hadn’t been exaggerated, but my extensive research led me to that exact truth.

And the fact the killer had never been caught.

In between searching for the bastard on my own—since the detective had told me the case was cold and on the back burner—I spent all of my high school years taking self-defense classes and some other combative training that I had to pay for under the table. Even though I never confronted my grandma, I think she knew I’d found out the truth. I think she knew I’d been seeking revenge ever since I had.

There are countless depictions and pictures of Death Angels. Oddly, so many of them are similar. Which was why I couldn’t stifle my laugh when I was actually approached by one. My shift was over at Lava—an upscale lounge in a mall just outside Manhattan Beach—and I’d been making a beeline for my car on the third floor of the parking garage when a petite man appeared out of the shadows. Around my height of five and a half feet and definitely just as slender, he wore an elegant midnight blue suit with a soft gray button-up, and his hair was the darkest shade of brown I’d ever seen. When he’d stepped closer, I’d moved back. After all, he’d just introduced himself as a Death Angel that went by the name of Abram and he sure as hell had to be nuttier than a fruitcake. But it was after that introduction that he’d said the one thing that got my attention, the one thing that was all I needed to hear to allow him to come closer and show me his eyes. Eyes that were darker than the color of coal, like twin black holes. And what he’d said sucked me into his event horizon. I can give you what you seek most, he’d said in a thick Russian accent. The revenge you won’t be able to have unless you join me.

For some crazy reason, I’d believed him without a doubt and begged him for the identity of my parent’s killer or killers on the spot. But he couldn’t say because he wouldn’t know until their death contract hit his desk so to speak. And it hadn’t yet. There was still time for me to be the soul collector of the one or ones responsible for my parents grizzly murder. There was still time for me to escort them through the spirit realm to the proper Gate. And based on my brief understanding at that time of the way he’d explained the Light and Dark Gates, there was no doubt in my mind where the murderer(s) would end up—the Dark Gate, which sounded a lot like hell the way the Death Angel had explained it.

So when a scroll of cream-colored papyrus paper covered in dark ink writing just magically appeared in his hand out of thin air, he asked one last time for my answer, and my response had been an instant yes. There was less shock when an eight-inch silver dagger had blinked into existence in his other hand, its hilt covered in some ancient-looking script that was completely foreign to me. When asked to hold out my right hand, I’d done so without question. The tip of my index finger was met with the point of the blade—a sharp prick that had my heart racing as I’d watched velvety crimson pool from the cut. Then I’d signed my human life away in my own blood.

And now I wait for the vengeance he promised.


By:
Ashley Robertson

2013 National Indie Excellence Awards Finalist
and Best-Selling Paranormal Romance Author

About Ashley Robertson

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Ashley Robertson resides in sunny Orlando, Florida, and loves writing about anything paranormal. She also composes poems and songs, though she learned long ago she doesn’t have a singing voice. When she isn’t writing you’ll find her spending time with family and friends, sharing personal training and nutrition advice via ExtremeMakeovers.com, traveling and exploring new places, and drinking fine wines and gourmet coffees from her Nespresso machine.

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Giveaway

Thanks to Ashley, I have two awesome giveaways for you guys! One is for US residents only, but the other is open internationally! The prizes are as follows:

  • Open USA: One Signed Paperback of Death Dealer with Matching Custom Made Themed Swag
  • Open Int’l: One eBook Copy of Death Dealer with $5.00 Amazon Gift Card

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14 comments

    1. Lol. When I get inside Mia’s head, I honestly could see me doing exactly what she did. But, the thirst for vengeance sometimes doesn’t lead to the enlightened feelings you think it should once you finally have that moment…the time you’ve waited for your entire life. I can also play devil’s advocate here because I (personally) believe in karma, and sometimes you have to let life handle the problems we can’t control. 🙂

    1. Thanks girl. I hope you like Ash’s review, but feel free to check out the others on Good Reads too 🙂 I’m really proud of this book and I’m about two-three months away from releasing the second in the series. Would love you to read Death Dealer and let me know what you think. ~AR

  1. I think Mia made the right choice, primarily because it gives me an exciting new story to read LOL Would I choose to be a death dealer – oh you betcha! Thank you so much for sharing with us and for the treat of a giveaway. I came across this book recently have it on my wishlist and TBR and looking forward to the read 🙂

  2. I don’t think there’s a right choice here. I think Mia chose what she believed she had to do in order to avenge her parents death. I’m not really sure if I would become a dealer, but if my parents were killed brutally and I had a way to avenge them, I guess I would. Really want to read this!

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    1. I love your comment. Who can define right or wrong? The bottom line is we all make our own choices based on what we feel and believe is the best thing to do. I can’t wait for you to read the book and let me know what you think 🙂

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