Other Than by Mia Jo Celeste Blog Tour with Excerpt & Giveaway

I am super excited to be part of the Book Tour for OTHER THAN, a thrilling gaslamp fantasy by Mia Jo Celeste. The new audiobook version is now available. Check it out!

Other Than
Genre: Gaslamp Fantasy, Paranormal Historical Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Publication Date: January 27, 2017

Other Than #PNR A purgatory as dangerous as Dr. Moreau’s Island with zombies and romance.
It only takes one drink from the Water of Immortality to kill Evie Woods—halfway. Trapped in undead flesh, the world’s last skin-slider wakens on an island purgatory where a cursed spring bubbles with immortality, and zombie cannibals crave living flesh.
Her only hope of escape rests in the hands of the one man who would see her fail. Bound to her by cords stronger than death, Lord Victor Lowell is both the man of her dreams, and her darkest nightmares. Contrary and intractable, Victor preys on others to maintain his angelic charisma and preternatural prowess. Drawn to the compellingly gallant and vulnerable soul behind his mercurial humors, Evie can only watch as protecting her forces Victor to sacrifice yet more of himself to the ancient evil long tethered to his soul.
Trapped in an ever-escalating war they can’t stop, Victor and Evie fight time for a cure, but as the long days pass blackness tears at Evie, ripping her thoughts from her one memory at a time. Victor will to do whatever it takes to prevent her from deteriorating into a rotting husk, even if it means dooming himself, but Evie won’t surrender his soul without a fight. Battle lines drawn, the soul mates resolve to find redemption or die trying.


Long moments of silence passed before footsteps crossed the room. Evie’s heart flinched, gathering itself, seemingly tight enough to knot. She fought the urge to run.
    The door opened.
    The irises of his eyes bright as flame, Victor blocked the threshold.
“Evangeline.” He stretched out her name while he wiped at a fresh cut on his cheek. Blood, rich and red, trickled out. He bled and his face possessed a hard, gem-like sheen.
Her insides quivering like a rung bell, she reached out to stroke his face, but his narrowed and fiery glare froze her.
    Behind him, a rotund statue of a maiden dominated the boudoir. She appeared to hunker down into an enveloping cloak, her arms wrapped around her bell-like belly. A groove bisected her exact middle preventing her fingers from touching and splitting her torso into two swinging doors.
But for the statue and Victor, the room was empty. The statue’s glossy face, which eerily echoed Victor’s, held a smug and malevolent smile, not duress. He was alone with a statue. There was no living person. No weeping woman.
Unless Evie was in the midst of a nightmare and the woman was stuffed inside the stone statue, which couldn’t be. This was no dream. The cold slithering over her skin, the polished wood against her bare feet and the tightness in her chest were too real for her not to be awake. Plus, Victor wouldn’t entomb a woman in a statue, would he?
He couldn’t commit such an evil act. He was good, wasn’t he? He had to be, or she wouldn’t desire him, wouldn’t be tethered to him.
Still, the scene devoid of a crying woman didn’t make sense. But neither did the viscous liquid that rolled like beads of sweat down the statue’s coiled braids, the pungent smoke that seeped from holes in her intricately carved headdress. Or the impression that Victor and the stone maiden had shared something more intimate than coupling.
The bad magic.
    The scene, a waking nightmare, twisted inside Evie. She trembled. “What. . . what’s going on?”
    Victor stepped into the bedroom and shut the door. His brows lowered, pulling together. “You’re up. I’d thought to let you slumber.”
    The hint of something sinister lingered in his slow, careful tone.
The skin around his cut sealed itself and crusted over. The blood dried. He flicked a finger and it flaked off. The pink scar faded. Victor healed at an impossible rate. Even skin-sliders didn’t heal that fast. How was it possible? What had happened in the other room?
Shivers danced along her spine. She was afraid of the boudoir and of Victor.
He went for a smile, but it curved wickedly. “I heard you at the door.”
Pressing her lips together, Evie backed away. She wanted to flee. Crazy because Victor was her only ally. Where would she run? Who was safe?
The baying of the distant Howler cut the silent pause.
Victor’s face lost the stony cast of the statue. He tried for a grin once more. His lips curled into a not-quite-friendly smile. “You’re frightened. Don’t be. Return to bed. Sleep. I’ll join you shortly.”
Evie shook with the early breeze. “I thought someone needed help.”
“No doubt you heard the Howler. Nothing more.”
Evie steeled herself. She pointed toward the boudoir. “A woman cried out from there. And the statue, there’s something wrong, very wrong about it.”
His smile faltered. “Never mind the Maiden. At this juncture, she doesn’t exist for you. There are things. Dark things you’re not ready to know.” He snatched Evie up, holding her with ease. Not possible. No way could he walk, let alone lift her when he’d hovered at death’s door mere hours before. Yet he did. He carried her to the hall.
How? Her skin on his found no decay, only robust, invigorated muscle. His injuries had mended without a single scar. Not even skin-sliding regeneration could promise complete healing.
Victor set her in the hallway. “I require privacy for a time. Leave me.”
Evie looked to his overly bright inhuman eyes. “And go where?”
The glow in his irises flickered and his face went slack for an instant before he clenched his teeth and the brilliance flared once more. “Kitchen,” he said, closing the door. “Stay with Jessup.”

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Follow the book tour from April 15 - 27, 2019.
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About Mia Jo Celeste

Mia Jo Celeste
Mia Jo Celeste comes from a family of writers and English teachers, so it was no surprise when she chose to pursue both careers. She grew up watching horror movies and reading romances. To her, the two genres go together like salty and sweet in kettle corn.
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