Beyond the Veil A Very Graphic Guest Post from Pippa DaCosta

by Pippa DaCosta
Series: The Veil Series
Genres: Fantasy, Urban Fantasy
Source: Guest Post by Author

My guest today is Pippa DaCosta who is stopping by with a special post and some rather exclusive art as well as a tourwide giveaway.  The cover has awesome art, No? Let’s take a look at the book  and her very graphic guest post.

beyond the veil cover

BEYOND THE VEIL.  The Veil Series, Book 1


by Pippa DaCosta
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Published by author on: 7th Feb 2014
ISBN: 1494242354  ASIN: B00IA3S97K
Number of pages: 250 Word Count:  70,000
Cover Artist: Celairen Art


Book Description:

“They say I’m half demon, but I like to think of myself as half human, especially as the demons want me dead.”

Charlie Henderson is living a lie. Her real name is Muse and her attempt at a normal life is about to go up in smoke.

When a half-demon assassin walks into her life, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake, Muse must return to the one man she hoped never to see again and ask for help. The Prince of Greed isn’t known for his charity. The price is high, but the cost could tear her apart.

Trapped between the malevolent intentions of a Prince of Hell, an assassin with ulterior motives, and all of demon-kind, Muse must embrace the lure of chaos at her core; the demon inside her, in order to survive.

When your ex is the Prince of Greed, you’d better be ready to raise hell.

 Please welcome Pippa DaCosta to Fangs, Wands and Fairy Dust!


I’m very excited to be featured on ‘Fangs, Wands & Fairy Dust’ and have a special treat for your readers. I’ve included some character art which you usually need ‘member-access’ on my website to view. Today, only on FW&FD, you get to see commissioned artwork of the two male antagonists from Beyond The Veil.


So, let’s talk about the guys. Stefan and Akil couldn’t be more different. Akil is a sophisticated immortal chaos demon, masquerading as a suave businessman among Boston’s financial elite. To those who know him well, he has another name: the Prince of Greed.Pippa DaCosta Demon


Stefan is an Enforcer (a demon-slayer) among other things (including an assassin, a bounty-hunter, and a mechanic). Like the lead character of Muse, he’s half-demon (half-blood).

Both attempt to control and manipulate Muse for their own gain.

Akil’s character is a lot of fun to write. He’s 100% demon and on the outside he’s pretty straightforward. He’s called the Prince of Greed for a reason, and the Princes’ of Hell don’t inherit their titles, they earn them. There’s something alluring about a guy in a suit. When you throw in a generous helping of sex appeal, add a dash of chaos, and finish with a whole load of elemental power, Akil ticks all those ‘dangerous-and-know-it’ boxes.

Stefan on the other hand is cocky, self-assured, and a smart-ass. Half-bloods have control issues. Who wouldn’t, when you’re sharing your body and mind with a chaos demon? Stefan is all about the cool, calm, and collected. Some fans call him Mr Cool (Muse has a more colourful nickname for him at the beginning of the book). Muse doesn’t understand how he can be so confident, when as far as she knows, half-bloods are worthless playthings, traded among demons like toys in a schoolyard. Stefan knows otherwise. In fact, he knows too much.

They’re both a joy to write, and often surprise me by doing whatever the hell they please on paper (usually messing up my outline as a result). In fact, I had to change the genre for Beyond The Veil due to the ending. The characters wanted it one way, but my plan disagreed. They won.

I hope you enjoy reading Beyond The Veil and would love to hear whether you agree with their actions. Better yet, why not share your own images.

Who’s side are you on? Stefan’s or Akil’s?

Enjoy x

  • Thank you Pippa. And, thanks for providing the following excerpt to allow folks a quick peek at your writing!



“Have a seat.” In an interview room, he gestured at the metal chairs before pulling one out from beneath the table and lowering his muscular bulk into it. The chair creaked.

 The room was little more than a concrete box. A fluorescent light spilled a sickly glow on its four mauve walls. I couldn’t be sure whether it was the room or the man, but a slither of unease had worked its way beneath my skin.

 “Thank you for coming.” His voice boomed far too loud for the small space we shared. He gestured again for me to sit, thrusting out a large calloused hand as though it was not a request but an order.

 I planted a hand on my hip and stayed on my feet. “That’s okay. You said someone saw something at my workshop?” I didn’t want to stay any longer than necessary. I had a hot date, literally, and my distaste for the detective was growing by the second. His very presence left an odd taste in my mouth, like the gritty aftertaste of spoiled fruit.

 “Yes.” He snatched at a thin file from the table and flicked open the cover. “Do you know this man?” He pinched an 8-by-10 color photo between his thick fingers and holding it up for me.

 It was Stefan. “No.”

 The same distinctive red coat, but the image had been enlarged. The quality suffered because of it. In the photo, Stefan held something at his side, a sword perhaps, a very different one from the katana he’d brought to my workshop. With no identifying date or time stamps and a blurry background, I couldn’t be sure when or where the image had been taken.

 “We have a witness placing this man outside your workshop minutes before the explosion. Apparently, he got into a red car. Do you know anything about that?”


 Bergin’s cracked lips peeled back over coffee-stained teeth in a mockery of a smile. “You don’t remember watching him leave prior to your workshop going up in smoke?”

 I glanced at the door and back at Bergin. “Are you asking or telling me?”

 He blinked slowly, leaning back in his chair and chomping his lips together as he deliberately raked a filthy gaze over me. “This man, he’s wanted for murder, numerous assaults, wilful destruction of public property, and more parking offences than you can shake a stick at, and yet he continues to elude us—not to mention destroying your place of work. So I was wondering if you might remember seeing him and whether you’d be kind enough to tell us where we can find him.”

  “I don’t know that man. I’ve never seen him before in my life.” Why was he so insistent? Wasn’t I meant to be the victim here? I certainly did not like how he looked at me or how he implied I was lying. Despite the fact that he was right.

 Bergin refused to look away as I deliberately pinned my stare on his. He might think he could bully me. In fact from the sordid gaze, I could tell he wasn’t thinking much beyond what lay beneath my dress. He had no idea what he was dealing with.

 “Are you done?” My fingers twitched at my sides. I could spill a little power into my touch if I needed to. He’d wake with one hell of a headache.

 He snorted a laugh. “You half-bloods are all the same.”

 I looked away, plastering a grin on my lips. Apparently there was more going on here than a simple Q and A. Now that he’d revealed he knew me, we could cut to the chase.

 He stood, the chair legs scraping across the floor, and steepled his fingers on the table before him. He bowed his head but kept his eyes on me, like a wolf hunched, ready to attack. “You think Akil can protect you?”

 I summoned a little heat, pooling it in the palms of my hands. If he noticed any change in me, he didn’t show it.

 “He’s not here now.” Bergin’s voice began to slur and grind his words, no doubt something to do with the elongated teeth cluttering his mouth.

 Demon. I had no idea what sort, but knew I was about to find out.



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About the Author:

Author Pippa DacostaBorn in Tonbridge, Kent in 1979, Pippa’s family moved to the South West of England where she grew up amongst the dramatic moorland and sweeping coastlands of Devon & Cornwall. With a family history brimming with intrigue, complete with Gypsy angst on one side and Jewish survivors on another, she has the ability to draw from a patchwork of ancestry and use it as the inspiration for her writing. Happily married and the Mother of two little girls, she resides on the Devon & Cornwall border.