Rockstar Tours: THE LORDS OF NIGHT ( J.C. Cervantes), Excerpt & Giveaway! ~US ONLY

I am thrilled to be hosting a spot on the THE LORDS OF NIGHT by J.C. Cervantes Blog Tour hosted by Rockstar Book Tours. Check out my post and make sure to enter the giveaway!


About The Book:

Title: THE LORDS OF NIGHT (A Shadow Bruja Novel Book 1)

Author: J.C. Cervantes

Pub. Date: October 4, 2022

Publisher: Rick Riordan Presents

Formats: Hardcover, eBook, audiobook

Pages: 320

Find it: GoodreadsAmazon, Kindle, Audible, B&N, iBooks, Kobo, TBD,

Best-selling author Rick Riordan
presents J. C. Cervantes’s exciting new spin-off from the best-selling STORMRUNNER trilogy.

“This duology opener is accessible to readers who are new to this
world. An engrossing, god-filled delight.”–Kirkus Reviews

Fourteen-year-old Renata Santiago is the most powerful godborn of them all, a
bruja with a unique combination of DNA. The Mexica blood from her dad’s side
gives her the ability to manipulate shadows. Her mom Pacific, a Maya goddess,
gifted her a magical rope that controls time, and Ren recently used it to save
a few gods from getting stuck forever in 1987. She brought them back to the
present, but her BFF Ah Puch, the once fearsome god of death, darkness, and
destruction, is now a teenager with no divine powers.

Ren is also a girl with ordinary hopes and dreams. She wishes, for example,
that her blog about alien sightings would garner more respect. She’s always
been absolutely convinced that there’s a connection between aliens and the Maya
civilization. Plenty of online haters feel differently, and they call her a
fake, a liar, and a loser.

When Ren receives an email about an alien sighting in Kansas, she thinks it may
support her theory. She also suspects that the cinco–five renegade
godborns–are up to no good. Soon she finds herself embroiled in a quest to
prevent the troublemakers from awakening the nine Aztec Lords of Night. Problem
is, none of Ren’s friends are available to help her hunt down the cinco and the
dangerous gods they are resurrecting. Ren has no choice but to team up with two
strangers recruited by Ah Puch: Edison, a teen hybrid demon, and Montero, an
eleven-year-old Aztec hunter. Succeeding in this quest will prove that Ren is
no fake, liar, or loser. But it isn’t just another challenge. It could well be
an impossible one that leaves Ren questioning her very existence.

Anyone who enjoys fast-paced myth-based adventures will be swept up in this
one featuring Maya and Mexica gods and their magical offspring.




In the beginning (sort of)

Seven months before

Once upon a night, there was a girl who didn’t know who she  really was. She didn’t know how her shadow magic worked, or  even where it came from. Only that it was there, deep in her  blood and bones, and maybe even deeper than that.


But to understand everything, it’s important to go all the  way back to the sort of beginning.

It started like this.


There she was, all cuddled up on her bed with her weighted  blanket, reading a book about Maya gods and magic and curses  and some overly dramatic kid named Zane Obispo. She didn’t  want the story to end, but it was inevitable. The end always  comes.


Ren was just about to close the book when the last words on  the last page started to glow a greenish gold. She blinked over  and over, thinking—hoping—she could pretend the iridescent  glow wasn’t really there. No such luck.


Someday when you least expect it, the magic will call to you.  Then, like the need for breath, Ren had a sudden urge to say  the words out loud. “The magic will call to me . . .” At first nothing happened. But then, four minutes and fifteen sighs later, a familiar tune being played on viola rushed  from the kitchen, down the hall, and under Ren’s closed bed room door.

Ren’s heart ballooned so big and so fast she thought it was  entirely possible it might explode. This wasn’t just any song—it  was her dad’s favorite, and he had written it especially for her.  But that was impossible! He had died six years earlier and been  buried with his beloved instrument.


Jagged stripes of lightning flashed outside. Anyone paying half attention would have thought an electrical storm was  approaching. They weren’t unusual in Galveston, Texas. Something indeed was approaching.


The music grew faster, louder, more urgent. Ren was sure  now. The melody was definitely coming from her father’s viola,  the one that creaked when he played it.


In that first moment of panic, Ren wondered if she could  take the words back, unsay them. Maybe if I repeat them back ward . . . she thought just as another blinding white light flashed  across the night sky.


Then came the scratching on the pitched roof. Her mind  immediately conjured the image of a corpse trying to claw its  way out of a wood coffin. Not that she would know firsthand  what that looked like, but she had, regrettably, watched too  many zombie movies in her thirteen years.


Ren knew the drill. She had practiced for this exact moment.  She threw off her blanket, swung her legs over the side of the  bed, and tugged on her red cowboy boots.


Just as she opened her bedroom door, her abuelo appeared  in the hall. His gray hair was sticking up all over like a storm cloud. “It’s happening.” His low voice carried a strange tone that  sent a shudder down Ren’s spine.


There will come a day when your shadow magic is discovered,  her abuelo had told her. On that day you will have to leave. To  run. To hide. 


Ren felt sick. Had she done this? Just by saying those words?  But it’s just a book. A book still in her grasp.


Ren was breathing heavily now. “Do you hear Papá’s music,  too? It’s my song!”


Abuelo shook his head, his eyes roving the ceiling. “Mira,”  he whispered, “we are going to get in the car very quietly just  like we’ve practiced. ¿Me escuchas? And we are going to follow  the music. Your music.”


There was no time for arguing or explaining, no time to  grab her laptop with her alien blog articles or even change out  of her spaceship-patterned pajamas before her grandpa nudged  her into the garage and into the car.


The music got even louder.


Instead of using the remote control, Abuelo manually  opened the garage door, slowly, carefully—each inch a lifetime. Lighting flashed again. A terrible growl clung to the  night air.

Rain began to plummet from the sky as her grandfather  slipped inside the car. He pulled the little Honda out gradually,  checking the side mirrors every two seconds.


“Abuelo . . .”


“Shh . . .”  


It was the dead of night. There was no traffic, no people,  no life.


The rain came harder. The lighting flashed so bright it  could’ve blinded the sun.


“Tell me which way the music wants you to go.” Abuelo  wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.


Ren hesitated, not trusting herself with something so  big. What if she picked wrong? But no way would her dad let  her down when she was running for her life. She took a deep  breath, tuning her ears to the instrument playing so clearly.  “Turn right.”


Abuelo hooked a hard right, not bothering to slow down  at the stop sign. “I know you can’t control the shadows yet.”  He pulled in a long, ragged breath. “But that will change.

Your  power will grow.”


“But where am I supposed to hide? And for how long?” Ren  thought these were excellent questions since their drills had  never covered this part.


Thlunk! Dark glossy wings spread across the length of the  windshield.


Ren screamed.


Abuelo slammed the brakes. The Honda skidded and spun  one hundred and eighty degrees, flinging the winged creature  into the air.


What was that? Ren wondered. A huge bird? A massive bat?  She white-knuckled the dashboard.


“You must stay calm,” Abuelo said.


Calm?! He wanted her to stay calm? How could she? Except  that they both knew what could happen if she didn’t. Stress  usually sent her into one of her absence seizures, and the last  thing she needed right now was to pass out.


“Turn left,” she commanded.


Abuelo pressed his foot to the pedal.


A terrible snarl reverberated across the night.


Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look, she told herself. The moonlit bay came into view. Ren realized what was  happening. “The music—Papa’s leading us to the water.” This  was definitely not going to turn out okay.


“Of course,” Abuelo whispered. “Can you try to bring the  shadows now? To slow down those . . . creatures?” ¿En serio? I can barely breathe! But Ren clenched her hands  into fists anyway, because what choice did she have? She closed  her eyes and focused, nearly popping a blood vessel in her forehead. It was no use.


Less than a minute later, Ren and her grandfather had  bolted from the car and were rushing down a dock. The rain  had slowed to a sprinkle, but the black wings . . .Ren could sense  them drawing closer. The music was rising, growing louder  with every step she took.


Suddenly, the melody stopped, forcing Ren to a grinding  halt, too. She looked down at a dinghy knocking against the  pier. She knew the answer before she asked the question. And  all she could think was This is a dreadful escape vessel! Couldn’t  I have a yacht instead? 


“¿Eso es todo?” Abuelo wrinkled his nose.


Ren nodded as tears pricked her eyes. “There aren’t even any  oars.” Or a blanket, or food. Or water. She tried not to think of  everything that could go wrong—things worse than no food.  Things like massive sharks with massive teeth and massive  appetites. Why did I have to go and watch Shark Week?


“The magic will guide you.” Abuelo’s voice shook. “And  wherever this boat takes you, you must always remember—” “That I come from an ancient line of the most powerful  shadow brujxs

that have ever lived,” Ren finished, wishing she  believed that was enough to keep her safe.


“You must go, Renata.”


She stepped into the boat awkwardly. She could do this.  She had to do this.


There was another growl, deep and hungry. Then, out of  nowhere, came a dark hideous fury of claws and wings and  shiny black eyes.


Ren instinctively threw her arms over her head. There was an explosion of shadow. A thick web covered the  moaning beasts, trapping them in midair. Ren could feel power  pulsing in her fingertips like electricity.


The creatures thrashed inside the net of shadow, wailing  with rage.


“Very impressive,” Abuelo said, managing a proud smile. “I don’t want to leave you, Abuelo!” Ren cried.


There was a rushed good-bye, a last embrace, a wet cheek.  A promise to reunite.


The boat was swept out of the bay and into the sea as if  magic hands were guiding it. A new sheet of shadow hovered  protectively over the dinghy, making Ren invisible. She tugged  her pajama hood over her head and pulled her knees into her  chest, hugging herself and the book. Don’t think about the  sharks. Her heart beat faster. Or those terrible monsters. Her  pulse started racing. Or where I’m going. Her pulse was definitely off the charts.


No. Not now. No stress. Not now.  


I need to stay awake. I need to— 


The world went black.


The boat slipped across the water, in the direction of Renata  Santiago’s destiny. And although her body was in it, her mind  wasn’t. It escaped to a place of splendor, with pink and purple  and silver skies. A jade crown on a silken pillow. This wasn’t a  dream—it was a memory hiding in her heart.


A memory she didn’t know and wouldn’t recall until more  than a year later.



About J. C. Cervantes:

J.C. is a New York Times best-selling author of books for
children and young adults. Her books have appeared on national lists, including
the American Booksellers Association New Voices, Barnes and Noble’s Best Young
Reader Books, as well as Amazon’s Best Books of the Month. She has earned
multiple awards and recognitions, including the New Mexico Book Award, the Zia
Book Award, and most recently the 2021 New Mexico Land of Enchantment Readers’
Choice Award.

She currently resides in the Land of Enchantment with her
family, three spoiled dogs, and a lifetime collection of books. But she keeps
part of her heart in Southern California, where she was born and raised. When
she isn’t writing she is haunting bookstores and searching for magic in all
corners of the world.

Her work is represented by Holly Root at Root Literary.

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Giveaway Details:

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Ends November 5th, midnight EST.

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Tour Schedule:

Week One:


A Dream Within
A Dream

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Week Two:



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Ya Books Central

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The Momma Spot

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TikTok Review/IG Post


YA Book Nerd

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Demigod’s Book Blog

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Week Three:



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The Bookwyrm’s Den



Knight Reads

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A Backwards

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Week Four:



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Moon Phoenix

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Blog Write.
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The Chatty

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Lifestyle of



Kait Plus Books

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Week Five:



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Bookworm Blog

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Books with
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Week Six:



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Erudite Labyrinth



4 thoughts on “Rockstar Tours: THE LORDS OF NIGHT ( J.C. Cervantes), Excerpt & Giveaway! ~US ONLY”

  1. csj1818 says:

    The cover is amazing!

  2. Looks like a really good read

  3. Cori says:

    I love these kinds of books!

  4. This sounds like an exciting read that my daughter will love!

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