{Blog Tour w/Exclusive Excerpt & Giveaway} Deception by Isaiyan Morrison


Title: Deception

Author: Isaiyan Morrison

Series: Deamhan Chronicles (#3)

Genre: Adult/Paranormal/Urban Fantasy/Dark Fiction

Publisher: Self Published

Release Date: Feb 11 2016

Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print



The death of prominent Deamhan elders has left a gaping hole in their society.

Amenirdis, the Queen of Limbo and the Dark Mother of Deamhan, is now loose in the world. Her plans for total annihilation of her kind rests on the blood of Maris and the Dark Curse tablet.

News of her release has also awaken the Dorvo Coven; vampires who consider themselves the arch enemies of Deamhan. One in particular hunts for the Dark Curse tablet with a means to exterminate every Deamhan on the face of the planet. In order to do so she must collect the broken Dark Curse tablet and the blood of Maris.

However, there are some Deamhan who won’t go down without a fight.

No one is safe. Not even the supernatural baddies who hide in the shadows of their dark underworld








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She remained steadfast in her stance and Anastasia sensed her thoughts moving like clothes tumbling in a dryer. She’d never met a Lugat before and what knowledge she had, she learned from Nathan’s journals.

“Take it.” He thrust his arm out to her again.

Her voice collected in her mouth, frozen at the back of her teeth. “Are you like me?” Her eyes filled with fear hidden behind their dark discoloration.

He dropped his arm. “Not exactly like you, but I’m Deamhan.” He moved his head slightly to the right as if trying to read her. “You’re not Lugat.” He then moved his body forward. “Not Ramanga. I don’t see any sharp teeth to go along with your beautiful dark eyes.”

Beautiful? She quickly covered her eyes and moved away from him. Her thoughts went into overdrive and Anastasia, who didn’t plan on making her presence known, now had to rethink her position. For the first time ever, Hallie wished for someone to be at her side and that ‘someone’ wasn’t her. Remy would know what to do, she thought. He’d chase him. He’d kill him. C’mon, Hallie. Think!

With her thoughts set on escape, Hallie looked toward the exit. She believed that if she was fast enough, she could make it back to Blind Bluff Manor before the Lugat harmed her.

“You must be a Metusba,” the boy spoke. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just...” He continued to eye her closely. “I’ve never seen you before. Are you new here? Do you stay at a sanctuary? Are you alone?”

“Don’t come any closer.” She held out her hand as a gate between herself and him. “I’ll kill you if you do.” She started to think about what Remy would do in her shoes. Remy would play with him, then kill him. One question moved to the forefront of her mind: Can I read his thoughts? Can he read mine?

“Wow! Another Deamhan!” He moved forward and his chest met the palm of her hand, still raised against him. “My name is Enlai.”

Enlai. The name repeated over and over in her head and for a moment. “Well, Enlai, if you take another step I’ll rip your heart out from your chest.” Good. That’s exactly what Remy would say.

“I doubt that. You’re much younger than me.” He smiled at her threat and, not taken aback, he moved again. “Who’s Remy? Is he your sire?”

“You’re reading my thoughts.”

“I’m sorry. It’s hard not to.”

“Remy’s older than you and if you hurt me, he’ll find you and kill you.”

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. What’s your name?”

She didn’t reply.

“You have a sick friend?”  

Again, she didn’t say a word.

“You know I can find out by forcing myself into your thoughts, but I wouldn’t do that. I don’t invade anyone’s privacy. I’m not like other Deamhan.”

“Hallie. My name’s Hallie.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Hallie. How old are you?”

She didn’t understand his question. “How old are you?”

“Age or appearance?” he replied with a smile. “You know, Deamhan have two different ages. I look sixteen but in reality, I’m a little over fifty years old. You?”

“Sixteen but I’m about eighteen.” She forced her eyes to turn back to normal. “I think.”

“Man, you’re young.”

“You say it as if it’s a bad thing.”

“That depends on who’s around to hear it.” He looked around the store and Anastasia ducked to avoid his gaze. “We’re the only Deamhan here so consider yourself safe.”

Hallie peered around a shelf, examining the section of the store they stood in. It was empty. Most of the humans were in line, waiting to purchase their goods. “I have to go.” She left the aisle and picked up her pace toward the exit. She looked back every so often at Enlai, who followed her.

“Where’re you going?”


“So you do live at a sanctuary? Are there others there too?”

She ignored the cashier and the humans who stood in line. Still holding onto the bottle of aspirin, she walked through the door, signaling the alarm. A human security guard yelled for her to stop.

Enlai moved on the defense, placing himself between her and the human. “It’s a misunderstanding.” He pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to the guard. “Sorry. We just received some awful news and we have to get back home.” Without waiting for the security guard to reply, he gently nudged her outside.

Anastasia decided to make herself known. She stood up out of her hiding spot and headed for the door. The continuous alarm didn’t stop her stride and when Hallie saw her, she scoured away in shock.

“What are you doing here?”

She kept her sight on Hallie and ignored the Lugat.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” She stormed off.

“I’m not asking you to.” Anastasia blocked her way.

“Yes, you are. You want me to eat babies!”

“What? Of course not.”

“Did you just say that she wants you to eat babies?” Enlai stood just outside the door.

“Stay out of this.” Anastasia returned to Hallie. “I came because I thought you might be in danger.”

“From you.” She sneered.

Enlai fumbled a cigarette in his hand. “Babies,” he said before placing the cigarette up to his mouth to light it. “That’s pretty disturbing.” He inhaled. “Anyway, the name’s Enlai. I think I know who you are.”

“Do you.” She gave him a warning through her narrowed stare.

He exhaled. “You’re Anastasia.” He leaned his back against the wall with his right foot raised against it. “I guess you two know each other.”

He smelled insanely delicious and suddenly, she had a hard time concentrating on the conversation.

“Who’s the medication for?” he asked Hallie.

She glared at the bottle in her hand. “A friend.”

“A human?”

She stuffed the bottle in her pocket.

Pushing herself back into the chat, Anastasia spoke. “You like asking a lot of questions.”

“I haven’t seen any other Deamhan in the city besides the ones I stay with,” he replied. “I thought most of our kind left.”

“Stay with? There’re more in Minneapolis?”

“Yeah. You and Lucius couldn’t get rid of all of us.”

There wasn’t anything else she wanted to say to the Lugat. He still looked edible, but a Ramanga like herself didn’t eat other Deamhan. It was impossible.

“This is pretty exciting.” He pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket. He scribbled down his number and handed it to Hallie. “We can help each other.”

She took it. “You should go.” She stared at it as if he had given her a sacred text.

“Yes, you should.” Anastasia snarled.

Unmoved, he inhaled again. “In all the years I never thought I’d run into the famous Ramanga, Anastasia. I’ve heard stories about how you’ve killed a lot of Deamhan in the last year alone.”

“Please, go.” Hallie pleaded with him.

Enlai’s facial expression immediately turned sour at her request. “You know that the vampires here want us all dead. We shouldn’t fight each other. We—”

Anastasia couldn’t contain her thirst any longer. She grabbed onto his collar and lifted him off the ground. In Deamhan speed she dragged him behind the store, away from prying eyes. Hallie quickly followed.

“Stop it!” She tried to pull her back as Enlai also fought against the attack.    

However, Anastasia ignored their requests. She slammed him against the side of the building and her fangs extended. Hallie grabbed a thin piece of wood and raised it in the air.

“Stop!” she screamed again, swinging it. It collided against Anastasia’s back, making her lose her grip.

Enlai moved back in shock.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Hallie said to him.

He took off, in a blur, disappearing from their view.

“What’s wrong with you?!” she screamed at Anastasia who straightened her clothing.

“He’s a Deamhan.” Her eyes reverted back to normal.

“So? You can’t just go around killing people.”

No, this is Amenirdis’ blood. It has to be. Nothing and no one had this much control over her since the early years when she roamed around the English countryside with her sire. Like many Deamhan, the lack of trust for her kind remained embedded deep into her core.

Anastasia stared at Enlai’s cigarette, still smoldering on the ground. “If he’s staying with other Deamhan, he will tell them.” She turned her head in the direction he disappeared to. “That won’t be good.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. You’re paranoid, you know that? You’re also crazy and psychotic.”  

She tuned into her thoughts, picking up Hallie’s rage and anger. The young Deamhan wondered what it was like to live as long as she did, not trusting anyone. “Think whatever you want about me, but the fact is you’re not safe out here by yourself.”

“You know what? Save it. I can look after myself,” she barked at her. “I’m not the young girl you tried to kill on the first night you saw me. Just leave me alone.” She prepared to go back to Blind Bluff Manor when Anastasia interjected in an attempt to quench the rising tension.

“I’m tired of hearing you talk.” Hallie huffed.

“Don’t let your desire to meet new people overlook your need to be safe. You can’t trust anyone.”

“And apparently I can’t trust you either.”

Before Anastasia had a chance to speak again, Hallie took off as fast as her legs could carry her back to Blind Bluff Manor.








Other Works by Isaiyan Morrison

Deamhan Chronicles

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These books are the main books in the Deamhan Universe.

Deamhan (#1)

Dark Curse (#2)

Deception (#3)

Divination (#4)

Deamhan Tales

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These novellas are side stories involving different characters in the main Deamhan Universe.

Kei. Family Matters ~ Deamhan Tales (#1)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#1.5)
Ayden. Deamhan Minion ~ Deamhan Tales (#2)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#2.5)

Hallie. A Tit for A Tat ~ Deamhan Tales (#3)/ Deamhan Chronicles (#3.5)

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The Brotherhood Files

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These books explore the histories of certain characters in the Deamhan Universe.

(Can Be Ready At Any Point in the Series)

Maris (#1)

Standalone Titles

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Old Farmer’s Road


A veteran of the Armed Forces, Isaiyan Morrison was born and raised in Minneapolis.

Her passions include writing, reading, and researching historical events. She also spends her time gardening, playing video games, and hanging out with her three cats and beloved Pitt bull.

She's the author of The Deamhan Chronicles, The Deamhan Tales, The Brotherhood Files and the novel, Old Farmer's Road.


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