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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

THE LAST MAGICIAN by Lisa Maxwell / Blog Tour / Scavenger Hunt: Excerpt & Giveaway #TheLastMagician

Welcome to the stop in the, THE LAST MAGICIAN scavenger hunt. We're so thrilled to celebrate the upcoming release of Lisa Maxwell's newest book. I am so excited about this book's release! 

For the last three weeks you've found a variety of posts, from a variety of bloggers. Each blogger was part of a team, Team Spy, Team Mastermind, Team Assassin, Team Thief. I've been apart of TEAM SPY

Over the next three weeks, I've enjoyed sharing a post per week that featured a quiz, and character profile. For the final week, I've got an excerpt for you to read, which you can find below.

Also included in the posts is a giveaway, info on how to join the street team  aka The Devil's Own, and more. Be sure to check out everything in the post below, and don't forget to enter to win! Be sure to visit each of the other blogger's posts this week too. 


Excerpt 2:
Harte Darrigan cursed himself ten times over as he pushed his way through the crowd of The Devil’s Own, a smoke-filled boxing saloon on the Lower East Side named for the gang that ran it. The sound of bones crunching as fist met face caused the crowd to surge with an eagerness that made Harte’s pulse race and turned his resolve to mush.
The dive was filled with the type of people Harte had done everything he could to avoid becoming. They represented the most dangerous parts of humanity—if you could even call it that—south of Houston Street, the wide avenue that divided the haves from the have-nots and probably-never-wills. Harte himself might have been a liar and a con man, but at least he was an honest one. Or so he told himself. He’d risked everything to get out of Paul Kelly’s gang three years ago, and he didn’t want the life he’d managed to build for himself since to get muddied by the never-ending war between the different factions that ruled lower Manhattan.
Yet there he was.
He shouldn’t have come. He was an idiot for agreeing to this meeting, a complete idiot to let Dolph Saunders goad him into being drawn back into this world with an impossible promise—freedom. A way out of the city. It was fool’s dream.
He must be a fool, because he knew what Dolph Saunders was capable of and Harte had still agreed to meet him. He’d seen Dolph’s cruelty with his own eyes, and if Harte were smarter, he’d turn tail and leave before it was too late…
But then a familiar voice was calling his name over the crowd, and he knew his chance had passed.
The kid approaching him was probably the skinniest, shortest guy in the room. He wore a pair of spectacles on the tip of his straight nose, and unlike most of the crowd that populated The Devil’s Own, he wasn’t dressed in the bright colors or flamboyant style that characterized the swells of the Bowery. Instead, the kid wore suspenders over a simple shirtwaist that made him look like an overgrown newsboy. Unlike the barrel-chested men that curled themselves around their drinks after a long day of hard labor, Nibsy Lorcan had the air of someone who spent most of his time indoors pouring over books.
“Harte Darrigan,” Nibsy said, giving a sharp nod of his head in greeting. “It’s good to see you again.”
“I wish I could say the same, Nibs.”
The kid tucked his hands into his pockets. “We were beginning to think you wouldn’t show.”
“Your boss made it sound like I’d be an idiot not to come and at least listen to what he had to say.”
Nibsy smiled genially. “No one could take you for an idiot, Darrigan.”
“Not sure I agree with you, Nibs, seeing as I’m here and all. Where’s Dolph anyway? Or did he send you to do his dirty work for him like usual?”  
“He’s in back, waiting.” Nibsy’s eyes flickered over the barroom. “You know how he is.”
“Yeah,” Harte said. “I know exactly how he is. Just like I should have known better than to come here.”
He turned to go, but Nibs caught him by the arm. “You’re already here. Might as well listen to what he has to say.” He gave an aw-shucks shrug that Harte didn’t buy. “At least have a drink. Can’t argue with a free drink now, can you?”
He glanced at the door at the back of the barroom.
Harte might have been an idiot, but he was a curious idiot. He couldn’t imagine what would have made Dolph desperate enough to ask for his help after the falling out they’d had. And he wanted to know what would possess Dolph—a man much more likely to hold his secrets close—to make such wild promises.

“I’ll listen to what he has to say, but I don’t want any drink.”


By: Lisa Maxwell
Published by: Simon Pulse
To Be Released: July 18, 2017
Pre-Order it from: Amazon | B&N | iBooks
Add it to: Goodreads 

Stop the Magician.
Steal the book.
Save the future.
In modern day New York, magic is all but extinct. The remaining few who have an affinity for magic—the Mageus—live in the shadows, hiding who they are. Any Mageus who enters Manhattan becomes trapped by the Brink, a dark energy barrier that confines them to the island. Crossing it means losing their power—and often their lives.
Esta is a talented thief, and she's been raised to steal magical artifacts from the sinister Order that created the Brink. With her innate ability to manipulate time, Esta can pilfer from the past, collecting these artifacts before the Order even realizes she’s there. And all of Esta's training has been for one final job: traveling back to 1902 to steal an ancient book containing the secrets of the Order—and the Brink—before the Magician can destroy it and doom the Mageus to a hopeless future.
But Old New York is a dangerous world ruled by ruthless gangs and secret societies, a world where the very air crackles with magic. Nothing is as it seems, including the Magician himself. And for Esta to save her future, she may have to betray everyone in the past.


Are you are a reader or blogger interested in being a part of The Devil's Own, a group of readers who will compete with one another to win exclusive swag and prizes as we spread the word about THE LAST MAGICIAN?
If you're interested in being contacted in April, fill out the form, below!


Lisa Maxwell is the author of Sweet Unrest, Gathering Deep, Unhooked, & The Last Magician (Simon Pulse, Spring 2017). When she's not writing books, she's an English professor at a local college. She lives near DC with her very patient husband and two not-so patient boys.

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2 winners will receive a signed/personalized ARC’s of THE LAST MAGICIAN, US Only.