Blog Tour and Giveaway ~ Sacrificial Muse by Maegan Beaumont


Title: Sacrificial Muse
Maegan Beaumont
Release Date:
July 8th 2014

Publisher: Midnight Ink
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Sabrina opened the red envelope and saw one word…


 Mox. Soon.


After learning the identity of the serial killer behind her 83 horrific

days of rape and torture, Sabrina Vaughn has suffered more physical and

emotional wounds than she can handle. Despite reeling with pain both old

and new, Sabrina is given a second chance as a San Francisco homicide

detective. But as reporters dog her every step and hordes of mail pour

into her office — from supporters and nutjobs alike–Sabrina falls

deeper into a pit of humiliation and anxiety. When nine red roses

repeatedly show up on her desk, followed by an ominous red envelope

addressed to Calliope, Sabrina realizes that a new killer is targeting

her. She is his chosen muse, and the Fates require sacrifice.


Croft smiled and came forward. She skirted around the

hood of the car, throwing the uniforms and crowd a curt wave, “Thanks for the

help, guys.”




sure. You two have better things to do than schlep my mess around,” she said,

softening her refusal with a quick smile. Waiting for a break in traffic, she

opened her door to see Croft leaning over the driver’s seat, his blood-stained

hand hovering over the envelope that waited there.


touch it.” She kept her voice low but his head snapped up and he moved back in

his seat. The uniforms weren’t going to leave until she did, and neither was

the impromptu film crew gathered on the sidewalk. Shit, even Little was still

standing at The Sentinel’s window,

waiting to see what she’d do next.

She looked down at the red

square resting on her seat and weighed her options. The envelope that showed up

at the station had been handled and shuffled from counter to bag to box by

multiple people before it reached her. Even if there had been prints or trace

evidence on it, she’d had little to no hope of gathering any of it. This one

was different. It was in her car. The only person who’d touched it so far was

responsible for leaving it there. She needed to bag it, but there was no way

she could preserve the evidence without doing so in full view of everyone

watching her.


dug a glove out of her back pocket and pulled it on. “Get a paper bag out of my

glove box,” she said to Croft. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t ask—just opened the

compartment in front of him and pulled out a bag. She snapped it open and

dropped the envelope inside it before folding the top of the bag over. Sliding

behind the wheel, she twisted around and placed the bag on the backseat before

she started the car and pulled into traffic.


envelope. Does it have anything to do with what you asked your roommate last

night about the word mox?” Croft

finally said.


shot him a look. “Why would you think that?”


didn’t answer. “It does, doesn’t it?”


pulled into the first parking lot she found and slammed on the brakes before

throwing the car into park. “Did you put it in my car?”


Croft looked her in the eye when he said it. He was either telling the truth or

he was a fabulous liar—God knew she’d been fooled before.


you’ve been following me all morning.” It wasn’t a question and Croft was smart

enough to know he’d been caught.


shrugged. “Just like any other day, right?”


if you didn’t leave it, you saw who did.”


eyes narrowed before he took a quick look at the bag behind him. “No, I didn’t.

I figured out where you were going before you got there so I parked and made a

few phone calls before I followed on foot. By the time I got there, you were

already at your car.”


or fabulous liar—she still couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter. “Fine. You

don’t know anything useful? Get out of my car.”

Croft settled deeper into

his seat. “Maybe you just aren’t asking the right questions.”

Mox… it’s Latin. It means soon. For some reason, Croft had drawn an

immediate connection between that word and the envelope left on her seat.

“The word—name—written on the front of that

envelope. Is it Latin?” she said, every word sticking in her throat. Asking

Croft for help was a painful thing.


but you’re right, it’s a name. What do you know about Greek mythology?” he

said, the corners of his mouth hugged tightly against the words as if he didn’t

want to let them go.

“Zeus. Thunderbolts. Mount

Olympus…” she said, trailing off impatiently. He just sat there, looking at

her. “Look, Croft. Playing with me—not a good idea for anyone. For you, even


He fixed her with a defiant

glare. “I want to know what really

happened that day in the woods.”

She’d known it was coming,

but hearing him say it made her want to break his nose all over again. They

stared at each other for a few seconds. “Forget it,” she said, reaching across

his lap and opened his car door.

He shut the door. “You just

beat me up. Me—the reporter who took

your very private and very painful story national—in front of a newspaper

office, not to mention several outraged citizens with camera phones.”

“What does it matter? You

don’t even write for The Sentinel

anymore.” Her voice sounded whiny and complaintive. It made her nauseous.

He ignored her. “Answers, Sabrina. Not just one. I want

as many as I ask for, and I want the honest truth to every question I ask,” he

said, his eyes burrowing into hers.

She sat back, glaring at

him. “Or you’ll write a story about how I attacked you, unprovoked in the

middle of the street. That I’m unhinged and should be locked up, is that it?”

After what’d happened to Sanford—found dead in his truck, face caved in with a

baseball bat—and the connection she had to his death, it would be as easy as

breathing to convince the public that she was an unbalanced threat to society.

“That’s exactly it. I may

not write for The Sentinel anymore

but I’ve got plenty of freelance contacts.” His tone was hard. “A story about

you finally losing your shit would be an easy sell.”

She’d be lucky if they let

her write parking tickets after Croft was through with her—and he’d do it, even

if he didn’t want to. She’d just had her career in homicide yanked out from

under her. That was more loss than she could stomach for one day.


Croft’s mouth flopped open

but he recovered quickly. “Yes? You’ll talk to me. Just like that?”

“You just successfully

blackmailed me, Croft. Try not to sound so surprised.” She didn’t look at him,

instead staring through the windshield, her hands wrapped around the steering

wheel. He was quiet for a few moments. Sabrina wanted to believe that his guilt

was getting to him but she knew better. Croft had been waiting months for an

opportunity like this. Exclusive interviews from her far outweighed any regret

he might feel over how he got her to cooperate. She finally looked at him. “The


“Calliope is the name of one

of the nine daughters Zeus fathered with the Titaness, Mnemosyne. They were given to a nymph, Eufime

and Zeus’ son, Apollo, to be raised,” Croft said. “They grew to be known as the

Nine Muses. Calliope was the superior muse. Protector of justice. Said to be

the lover of both Apollo and his brother Ares, god of war. Conflicting stories

had her bearing both of them sons.”

She reached back and plucked

the evidence bag off the backseat, putting on a fresh pair of gloves before

opening it. Removing the envelope, Sabrina paused for a moment.

Wait. Take it back to the

station. Have it processed properly.

She pulled the wax seal from

the paper, slipping the card from its sheath before flipping it open. Inside,

in the same beautiful lettering, was another message:

In mortem, et est soror


Sabrina turned the card in

Croft’s direction. “What does it say?”

He glanced down at the card,

his mouth going flat for a second before it turned downward. He looked at her.

“My Latin is way rusty. I can’t be sure that—”

“Tell me,” she almost

shouted, her voice bouncing off the windows.

He sighed, his hands still wrapped around the shirt

she’d given him. “In mortem, et est soror

tua… as best I can tell… it means, in death, she is your sister.

From Sacrificial Muse by Maegan Beaumont. © 2014 by Maegan Beaumont. Used by permission from Midnight Ink Books,




May 8th 2013

by Midnight Ink

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Past horrors bleed into a present day nightmare


years ago, a psychotic killer abducted seventeen year old Melissa

Walker. For 83 days she was raped and tortured before being left for

dead in a deserted church yard… But she was still alive.


begins a new life as homicide inspector, Sabrina Vaughn. With a new

face and a new name, it’s her job to hunt down murderers and it’s a job

she does very well.

When Michael O’Shea, a childhood

acquaintance with a suspicious past, suddenly finds her, he brings to

life the nightmare Sabrina has long since buried.

Believing that

his sister was recently murdered by the same monster who attacked

Sabrina, Michael is dead set on getting his revenge–using Sabrina as




Maegan Beaumont is the author of CARVED IN DARKNESS, the first book in

the Sabrina Vaughn thriller series (Available through Midnight Ink,

spring 2013). A native Phoenician, Maegan’s stories are meant to make

you wonder what the guy standing in front of you in the Starbucks line

has locked in his basement, and feel a strong desire to sleep with the

light on.

When she isn’t busy fulfilling her duties as Domestic Goddess

for her high school sweetheart turned husband, Joe, and their four

children, she is locked in her office with her computer, her coffee pot

and her Rhodesian Ridgeback, and one true love, Jade.





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Posted on July 3, 2014, in Book Tour, Giveaways and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. bookchattercath

    Thanks so much for participating on the tour 🙂
    Cath – My Book Chatter


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