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Blitz Falling Angels by Ami Blackwelder

Falling AngelsAngelFire ChroniclesBook 2Ami Blackwelder
Genre: Angel YA Romantic Suspense
Publisher: Eloquent Enraptures Publishing
Date of Publication: June. 1, 2014
ISBN: 978-1499769401 ASIN:  B00KQ3SXZU
Number of pages:  277Word Count: 81,119
Cover Artist: Ami Blackwelder
Book Description:
Now that Ali Maney knows the world of Angels and Demons, she is discovering more secrets in the once forbidden books of the angel libraries.
Her relationship with Kian proves to be growing now that they can finally touch, but a few surprises puts her life and her feelings for him in danger.
With Were and Fanged Demons taking over Manhattan, and Ali's brother in danger, Ali will have to be stronger than ever!
Read this second installment of AngelFire Chronicles and find out if Ali and Kian make it to the end.
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Unleashed: Excerpt from Falling Angels 
     Finally, it was Saturday morning. I had only managed four hours of sleep before I heard a knock on the front door, but since I had been eagerly waiting all summer to visit the Angelfire house again, I didn’t mind. Kian promised and I held him to his word. I practiced my gifts for three months and while most of the time, I crashed and burned, I really felt toward the end that I had grown into my own.
     It was just two days before school would begin, and since I finished my summer training, Kian owed me a trip into the angel’s world. I’d wanted to get my hands on the books kept in the secret room; I’d been curious about those for a while and wondered whose pictures I would find. Who else in Manhattan would I discover as angel...or demon?
     “Ali!” Mom shouted as she stomped up the stairs, “Kian is at the door.”
     I rushed down to greet him before Mom made it to the top step. When I passed her mid-stairs, she gave me a disapproving look, a sharp glare propelling her pupils into the corners of her eyes. 
     “Got it, Mom.” I swung the door open and a smile beamed across my face from ear to ear. I couldn’t help it. No matter how often I saw him, seeing him again always felt like a rush, a rush of emotion I had been growing addicted to like a gambler in a casino.
     “Are you heading out this morning?” Mom stepped onto the first floor and headed towards me.
     “Yes, we have plans to meet up with Jennifer and Molly.”
     “Where?”
     “Just at the ice cream parlor down the block.”
     “When will you be back?”
     “Geez, Mom, twenty questions much?”
     Mom wrapped her palm over my shoulder as Kian leaned forward with a confident disposition.
     “Well, with everything we are hearing on the news, we can’t be too careful.” Worry lines creased her forehead. Kian and I glanced at each other.
     The news reported people being mauled to death or simply missing. Numbers piled up and no one had solid answers. Pressure mounted on the local police, but Samuel and I knew better. Answers would not be easy. The news could label these incidents as the results of a serial killer or a local gang, but we knew demons had been at work. Fanged and Were demons led by Dameon and Azrael.
     “I know. I’m sorry for snapping. Probably late afternoon. I’ll call you.”
     “Okay, just don’t forget to call in the afternoon or I’ll have to send your brother to fetch you.” Mom kissed my cheek and I gritted my teeth. Her doting affections reminded me of when I entered elementary school and she would wait at the bus stop for me to make sure I had safely gotten on the bus. Of course, before stepping onto my yellow educational chariot, she’d peck my cheek with a kiss.
     “I will.” Kian gripped my hand with his palm. Our fingers interlaced and I waved bye to Mom with my other hand as we stepped onto the sidewalk.
     “And don’t do anything more to your hair. Getting used to you as a blonde is hard enough.”
     “I won’t.” Now, it was my turn to glare.
     “Still don’t understand why you had to change your beautiful chocolate hair color.” She shook her head as she closed the door.   
     “She’s just worried about you.” Kian drew his face so close to me that I could feel stubble on his chin.
     “I know, and I love her for that, but at the same time, I want my freedom, and I forget she is in the dark about a lot. If Mom only knew the half of it, she’d keep me locked up in my room for good.” Plus, I hated lying to Mom. I hated lying period, but I couldn’t very well tell her what I was really going to be doing.
     Kian grew serious, “And Samuel? Have you talked to him about staying inconspicuous?”
     “Yes, I told him several times about not drawing attention to himself, because we don’t want to attract Dameon to him...or me, but...”
     “But what?” Kian stopped mid-step.
     “He’s a cop, and with people going missing and others found dead, he doesn’t have the patience to just sit back and wait for Angelfire to clean up the mess. He’s leading two teams to solve those crimes.”
     “But will he stay out of the crux of the mess?” Kian’s brows slanted inward. “Stay indoors, just keep to the paperwork?”
     “I doubt it.” I watched Kian’s worry lines furrow as the morning glow of the early sun hung behind us and glistened over his soft skin.
     “But you told him how dangerous Dameon can be? How he would kill Samuel at any given chance?” Kian sounded as if he had years of street smarts. 
     “Yes, of course I did, but Samuel is stubborn.” The cell in my back pocket vibrated and I pulled out the phone.
     “Who is it?” Kian inched closer.
     “Mom. She texted, Love you and hear from you soon.”
     We continued walking until we reached the ice cream parlor. Music set to the fifties permeated the space. “Just make sure you let me know every move Samuel makes. We need to be there in case Dameon shows up,” Kian insisted.
     “I will.” I lifted the phone in the air and snuggled close to Kian, “Ready?”
     “Sure.”
     I snapped a photo of us in front of the ice cream sign and then another one of us sitting in the booth.
     “Do you think two will be enough to fool Mom?”
     “You know her better than I do. What do you think?” he responded.
     “I think she will wonder why Jennifer and Molly aren’t in these pictures.”
     “Because we arrived before them and once they got here, we started talking and eating and you forgot.” Kian sounded like a guy who had gotten himself out of plenty of shady situations.
     “I guess we’re ready then?” I gleamed in delight at the thought of seeing the Angelfire house again. We slipped behind the ice cream parlor and into the empty alley. Our angelic wings sprawled across the air, flapped a few times and then we took off into the sky. I could get used to this.
     Like two Sandhill Cranes with sizable wings and perhaps some angelic DNA linked to some ancient existence, we flew from my neighborhood to Eagle Lake where the Angelfire mansion was situated. As much as I had flown the past three months, I still got a bit queasy when I looked down and saw the city from a sky view. Something about minuscule cars and houses felt unnatural and made me feel like a giant and so I kept my eyes on Kian.
     We landed behind the mansion where we always entered to avoid being seen out front. As Kian pulled open the iron door, I took in a deep breath, because my feet found land and soon I would be seeing my old home again.
     As Kian pushed the large frame, the thick door squeaked. The smell of rusty iron rushed past me as we walked up the spiral staircase. I noticed we never used the first floor and I figured it had something to do with keeping a low profile and staying unseen. The first floor had many more windows.
     As we walked up the staircase, I peeked over the railing and the light of the day crept over the bare first floor. Empty of furnishings except for a few boxes, the space seemed much more like a storage unit.
     “Why don’t you ever show me down there?” I pointed downward.
     “Nothing to show. Sammael doesn’t like anyone sleeping on the first floor…or dining there much. But sometimes we eat in the kitchen downstairs.”
     “Why doesn’t he like anyone staying there?” I stopped on the stairs and stared at Kian’s back as he took steps forward.
     “Because he feels too vulnerable on the first floor…because,” he hesitated, finding words, “in his mansion in Washington, his wife Ariel died on the first floor after an attack from demons. Azrael was there, briefly. Sammael only saw his back. After Azrael threw a stake into her chest, he vanished into the sky. Sammael couldn’t chase him and be with Ariel at the same time. So, he chose Ariel. She died in his arms. He couldn’t save her.”
     “Oh, my God.” I didn’t know what else to say.
     “Since then, we all sleep on the second floor and he never eats on the first floor.”
     The first room looked much as I remembered with only a few paintings from Van Gogh and Gustav Glimt hanging on the walls. Statues were in each corner and a piano in the center. Yep, still the same.


     I slid to the door, which led me to the crimson room, the library. I saw the mahogany door where we once trained, the last room I entered my junior year at Millennium High. Kian called it the Angelfire training room. Now, as a senior and as an angel, I expected I would be allowed to see a bit more. Maybe behind the doors next to the training room or the door on the left wall or right wall?
     I scurried to the bookcase on the right wall and pulled out the black bound book which once before had revealed so many strange images. My fingers fiddled with the pages of Azrael and Dameon. Their pictures seemed so different to me now. I saw them more clearly than I ever had as a human. In angel form, I became aware and in tune to the power shifts, tugs and pushes of this underworld. Their evil energy pulsated through my fingers as I felt their image. 
     I noticed a black door on the right wall near the bookcase and heard loud thumps like bodies being thrown around.
     “What is going on in there?”
     “Just our angel fledgling room.” The confused motion of my brows asked Kian to explain. “Where we keep rooms for the new angel arrivals to sleep and train.”
     “Different from the Angelfire training room?”
     “Yeah, the Angelfire room is for the experienced angels. The fledgling room is just for the newbies.”
     “Will they fight with us, against Dameon I mean?”
     “No, they are strictly housebound angels. Don’t know if you’ll even see their faces. Until they get strong enough in their powers, Sammael doesn’t want them out on the streets.”
     “But I’m out on the streets with you.”
     “That’s because you’re a human turned angel by Nathaniel’s death, and because you’re too involved in the situation with Dameon and saving your brother to be locked away somewhere for safe keeping. The angel fledglings were born angels. They just didn’t know it until recently. Like me, they didn’t find their gift till sixteen. More importantly,” his face grew serious, “we need to get to them and keep them on our side, because fledglings have a danger of turning into Dark Angels.” 
     Then the white door on the left wall thrust open and a head of waist-length blonde curls bounced up to the center of the empty room.
     “Ali!” Krysta shouted with enthusiasm as Kian watched the spectacle from the far wall. 
     “Krysta?” I hadn’t expected to see her anytime soon. I prepared myself mentally for seeing her at school, but it hadn’t occurred to me that I would see her here, now. But of course I would, I mean she is an angel too. I braced myself. “How are you doing?”
     “Good, considering.” She half grinned and the spring in her step turned into a stomp. I felt her twist of emotions toward me. My angel form amplified everything.
     On the one hand, she had a kinship with me, an old familiar face. On the other hand, I had been an unwelcome human in her fold, and a presence which had resulted in Nathaniel’s death. In a way, I guess she still blamed me. 
     The room felt emptier without him here.
     “Busy over the summer?” Small talk rambled from my mouth, and curiosity tugged on me. I mean, what had she been doing the last three months? She certainly hadn’t hung out with me. Maybe by now, her fumes had cooled over my presence with Angelfire? 
     “Busy, sure. If you call keeping your eyes on Azrael’s army busy...then yes. I’d call it a few near death experiences, but to each his own.”
     I guess not. Her anger reminded me of a fire embers, the kind that grows with every violent breath.
     “Are you alright?” I dropped the black book to the shelf and ambled toward Krysta whose wings looked as magnificent as ever. She had a way of always appearing clean and crisp.
     However, after she pulled up her long sleeved shirt and rolled up her jeans, scars on her skin became hauntingly visible. Kian darted to her side and scrutinized the abrasions with careful amber eyes.
     “What happened?” His voice grew scratchy.
     “You don’t want to know, Kian.”
     “Did Dameon do this?” Kian sounded furious. I’d never seen him this way. His usual bronze complexion flushed hot red and his hands trembled in fury.
     “No,” Krysta lowered her head, unable to look Kian in the eyes. Instead, she glanced up at me and I felt odd.
     “Then who? Azrael’s newborn army?” 
     “No,” Krysta took a step away from Kian, her body language very defensive.
     Kian’s brows made a hard slant inward and then his lips puffed. “Who, Krysta? I’ll kill ‘em.”
     Her lips sealed shut. I could feel the grind on her lips. She closed them so tightly, as if any air from them might let a secret slip. Kian placed his palm on her shoulder from behind and whispered,
     “Who?”
     “I can’t tell you.” Krysta’s pleading eyes met mine and I reached out for her as my own curiosity spun. My hands touched hers and then I pulled her into my chest. I’m not sure exactly how she ended up being comforted by me of all people...but I consoled her. I held her for about a minute before she pulled away and regained her composure.
     “I need to know.” Kian’s breath traveled from the center of the room to the bookcase where we stood.
     Krysta shook her head and then said the name like something shameful she didn’t want to say too loud, “Dumah.”
     Kian froze in his step which had been gradually making its way to Krysta. His complexion went from fiery red to pale white as if he had just seen a ghost. His eyes glossed over as if memories had taken hold of him and dragged him to a distant place.
     “Kian?” I called to him, but he didn’t respond. “Kian?”
     Krysta marched up and shook him until his eyes finally met with hers again. “Are you okay?”
     “She’s still alive...after a year of not hearing from her,” Kian said to no one in particular.
     “Yes, she’s alive.”
     “Who is Dumah?” I almost didn’t want to say the name aloud, the eerie feeling from its first mention still hung in the air like a bad odor.
     Krysta turned to me, and her glare felt like a sunburn, but Kian brushed past her mumbling, “It’s okay. She has a right to know too.”
     I couldn’t help letting my mind wander, jumping into possibilities of an old girlfriend, an old rival, and even, however unlikely, a human like Lucianda who happened to know of the angel world too. However, nothing could have prepared me for the truth.
     Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Krysta biting her lip as Kian clutched my shoulders with his palms and then met my curious eyes. “As you know, when I was younger, I lived in the orphanage. The caregivers took care of me, often beating me with a rod. I guess I got into more trouble than they wanted. What I didn’t tell you, I kept from you to protect you.”
     My ears honed in on his voice, “What didn’t you tell me?”
     “They moved me around a lot. A foster home here and a foster home there. They tried to keep families together,” he stared at me with intensity, “Foster homes took in both me and Dumah, but we didn’t last long anywhere.
     Dumah had a restless spirit and the minute we settled, she’d find her way into her new parent’s wallet or catch fire to the kitchen towels. I have to admit, I often joined in on the antics. But we eventually found ourselves runaways at twelve.”
     I nearly fainted as I took in all this information. “Dumah is your sister?”
     “My twin sister,” Kian clarified. “We didn’t much like the rules our foster families gave us, so we fended for ourselves on the streets of Manhattan. For four years, we rummaged through garbage, begged, stole, anything to survive. We had a few close calls with some shady characters.”
     Then Kian looked off to the lone window behind me. His eyes searched the clouds in the sky. “What happened?”
     “At sixteen, everything changed. My hands began to get ice cold. Dumah began to move objects with her mind.”
     “Objects?” I needed an explanation. I knew angels had natural gifts, but telekinesis seemed like an unfair power given to any one person.
     “Not all objects, but anything made of wood. She developed some sort of ability over the natural environment. She started moving tree branches while we hung out in the park as I sprouted ice from my palms. We didn’t know what was happening to us.” Kian looked at the floor, his eyes reddened and his throat grew too painful to swallow.
     “So, the two of you developed your angel gifts?”
     “Yes, but then...” a lump sank in his throat and a tear slid down his cheek.
     I took his hand and caressed his soft fingers before Kian finished his story.
     “One weekend, while we waited for Jimmy the dishwasher to give us a bag of the unused breads in the back alley of the restaurant, a local gang called Loco staggered half-drunk up to us.
     One of the guys tried to put his hands on Dumah and she slapped him. I threw my palms up to shoot ice at all of them, but I had little control over my powers at sixteen and didn’t even understand them. Then someone from behind gripped my wrists, tied a thick rope around them and then knocked me to my knees. Within seconds, my feet were bound and I had a black eye.
     Out of my other eye, I saw the man with his hands on Dumah and he pushed her up against the wall. A few of the fellows cheered him on as I struggled to get back up, but each time I managed to get an elbow to the floor, someone from behind would hammer me back down. 
     After a few minutes, the man dragged Dumah further into the alley until I could no longer see her. I could only hear her, screaming.”
     My eyes must have looked of dread as I listened to the story. Kian’s face flushed deathly white with a few tears streaming over his cheeks.
     “I screamed for her and fought the man on top of me, but he was too heavy. I couldn’t get out from under him. Then silence. I didn’t hear Dumah screaming anymore and then the gang disappeared. When I could, I ran to her. I found her curled in a ball on the ground. We didn’t move until dusk, but even then, Dumah didn’t speak to me.   
     That morning, we bumped into a young man about our age wearing a black leather jacket with just one red stripe.”
     “Dameon?”
     “Yes. He whispered something to her and she followed him. I warned her not to go, but she wouldn’t listen. She yelled something about me not being there to protect her and so she didn’t want to see me anymore. She disappeared with him and I haven’t seen her since.
     Later, Sammael found me and I lived with him. When Dameon appeared at Millennium High and Sammael revealed Dameon’s true identity to me, I figured Dumah had become one more on a long list of his victims, which made me even more determined to save you from him.”
     “But she’s not dead?” I posed the question with a stare at Krysta, who now stood several feet to the side of Kian.
     “No, she’s not and worse, she is a Dark Angel.”    


About the Author:
Ami Blackwelder is a Paranormal and SciFi author. Her stories range from Tween & YA to Adult. Growing up in Florida, she graduated UCF and in 1997 received her BA in English and additional teaching credentials. Then she packed her bags and travelled overseas to teach in Thailand, Nepal, Tibet, China and Korea. Thailand is considered her second home now. She has always loved writing and wrote poems and short stores since childhood; however, her novels began when she was in Thailand.
Having won the Best Fiction Award from the University of Central Florida (Yes, The Blair Witch Project University), her short fiction From Joy We Come, Unto Joy We Return was published in the on campus literary magazine: Cypress Dome and remains to this day in University libraries around the USA. Later, she achieved the semi-finals in a Laurel Hemingway contest and published a few poems in the Thailand’s Expat magazine, and an article in the Thailand’s People newspaper. Additionally, she has published poetry in the Korea’s AIM magazine, the American Poetic Monthly magazine and Twisted Dreams Magazine.
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Fallen: Guardian Trilogy Book 1 by Laury Falter

FallenGuardian TrilogyBook 1Laury Falter
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy Romance
Publisher: Audeamus LLC
Date of Publication: April 1, 2009
ISBN: 978-0-9855110-3-6 ASIN: B00280MFEY
Number of pages: 274 pages
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Book Description:
Fallen - the first book in the Guardian Trilogy...
Maggie is unaware of the terrifying fate that awaits her. It isn’t until she lands in New Orleans for a full year at a private high school and her unknown enemies find her does she realize that her life is in danger.
As a mystifying stranger repeatedly intervenes and blocks the attempts on her life, she begins to learn that there is more to him than his need to protect her and that he may be the key to understanding why her enemies have just now arrived.

EXCERPT 3Abaddon’s eyes met mine, and I turned to head down the dark street toward a quieter spot, a less public place. I wasn’t sure what Abaddon had in mind, but I knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant. I didn’t want anyone to accidentally find us or to valiantly step in, trying to be a hero. As I headed farther away from the commotion of Bourbon Street, into the darkness, I didn’t need to turn to make sure they were following me. I could feel them. As we got farther from safety, my radar grew more and more intense, as if it was sensing their anticipation of what was to come. I approached a dark alleyway and figured this would be as good a place as any to do it. Only the hazy illumination of a streetlight reached here, and no doors or windows could be seen, just the back sides of two buildings. An efficient place to die.It was here and now. I turned to face Abaddon, startled to find him leaning down, merely an inch away.




About the Author:
Laury Falter is a bestselling author of young adult romantic suspense and urban fantasy. She has three series out: the Guardian Trilogy, the Residue Series, and the Apocalypse Chronicles.
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Blitz Tender Deceit by H.Y. Hanna

Tender DeceitFirst Love SeriesBook 1H.Y. Hanna
Genre:  Romantic Suspense
ISBN:  978-0-9923153-6-8ASIN: 
Word Count:  67,000 words
Cover Artist:  Kim Killion
Book Description:
First love. Second chance.

All they have to do is stay alive...

Following her father's mysterious death in Singapore, Leah leaves her life in London and returns to the island that was her childhood home - braced to confront her past. Toran James may have been the boy her fourteen-year-old heart yearned for, but the magic of stolen glances and first kisses faded with his betrayal.

The enigmatic man she meets upon her return, though, is nothing like her memory, and the past holds more secrets than she realised. Was her father's death really an accident? What was hidden in his study? And why has Toran contacted her again after all these years? Someone is out to silence Leah - and that someone might be the man she is rapidly falling in love with... again.


Excerpt:
He looked up as she approached and she stopped short, stunned by the intensity of his green eyes.“Leah.”He made as if to rise and suddenly Leah panicked. Should I shake hands? Kiss him? Hug him? Quickly, she sat down at the table and waved him back down with her hand.“Hello, Toran.”It was hopelessly inadequate, a stupid inane greeting after all these years, but Leah didn’t know what else to say to the stranger sitting in front of her. Except for those brilliant green eyes, there was little left of the boy she used to know. The jaw had widened and hardened, roughened by a faint shadow of stubble, and the warm smile had been replaced by a steely line of a mouth that was at once forbidding and sensual. Dark, unruly hair fell over his brow and didn’t quite hide a thin scar along his left temple which Leah was sure had not been there before. His skin was more tanned than she remembered and that lean, boyish frame had filled out into broad shoulders and a hard, muscular physique that spoke more of outdoor pursuits than time in a gym. More than that, though, was the feeling of latent power and cool authority. Leah caught her breath. Toran James had grown up into a dangerously attractive man.There was a glass in front of him filled with a pale amber liquid; and next to it, a cigar, its wreath of smoke curling lazily up to the ceiling.Her eyes met his in accusation. “You said you would never smoke.”“You said you would never cut your hair.”Leah touched her head self-consciously before she could stop herself. She wondered if he was assessing her too and searching for the girl he used to know. Her hair fell in waves just past her shoulders now and she had learnt the art of eyeliner to make the most of her deep blue eyes. She wasn’t a gym bunny either, but walking everywhere in London had kept her trim. Leah saw his gaze flick appreciatively over her, lingering on her bare legs exposed by the short hem of her black dress, and she felt her pulse quicken.“I guess people change.” Leah attempted a light smile. “It’s been over twelve years, you know.”“I know.” He made a gesture with his hands. “I’m sorry to hear about your father, Leah.”She nodded. “Thank you.”Silence settled over them. Leah found herself unable to look at him and was furious to realise that her heart was pounding. What was wrong with her? Anyone would think that she was still fourteen! She had thought that meeting Toran again would help to lay the ghosts of her schoolgirl infatuation to rest. Instead, Leah was dismayed to discover that her feelings for him seemed very much alive, her awareness of him even more heightened than when they were teenagers. Not that he seemed to share her turmoil, she thought, glancing at him from beneath her eyelashes. His handsome face was inscrutable, the green eyes cool and remote.The Indian woman came over with a menu. Leah ordered the house special, a coconut mojito, while Toran ordered another whiskey. When the drinks arrived, he settled back in his chair and gave her a small smile. It was just a glimmer, but it was enough to remind her of the boy she used to know and Leah felt her shoulders relax slightly.“So you work in London now?” He raised an eyebrow. “Tell me about your job…”He was a good listener, as he always had been, and Leah found herself relaxing even more as she told him about her work, friends, life back in the U.K… Before she knew it, half an hour had passed and she realised that she had not learnt anything about him.“What about you?” Leah asked. “What’s—”A shrill beeping made her jump. He took a phone out of his pocket and glanced at the screen, his face tightening. He stood up with an apologetic smile. “I’ll be right back.”Leah looked idly around the lounge as she waited for him to return, not quite sure of the feelings churning inside her. Why did anyone look up their childhood sweetheart? To reconnect? Rediscover? Re-ignite what had once been…?“I’m really sorry—something’s come up and I have to go.” Toran stood by the table, those green eyes once again belonging to a stranger.Leah stood up quickly and found that he towered over her. He had always been tall, but now he was well over six feet. She stared at the front of his shirt, where the crisp cotton parted to reveal a glimpse of tanned chest. He was standing very close. She found herself unable to meet his eyes. “Um… Sure, yes, of course…”“I’ll be in touch.”Leah felt something brush her hand—she could almost have imagined it—and then he was gone. Slowly, she made her way back to her hotel, her head dizzy with thoughts she didn’t really want to acknowledge. Alone in her room, she grabbed the phone on an impulse and dialed the number.“Hello?” Julia’s voice hadn’t changed, despite the years.“Hi, Julia.”“Oh my God, Leah? Is that really you?” She laughed. “I was so excited when I read on Facebook that you were coming back to Singapore. When did you arrive? Where are you staying? Hey, if you’re not doing anything tonight—”“I arrived earlier today. Listen, Julia,” Leah said breathlessly. “I know this sounds crazy, but I’ve got to tell somebody—somebody who understands. I…I saw Toran again and he—”“What?” Her voice was sharp. “Toran James? When? Where?”“Tonight.” Leah was taken aback by her sharpness. “I just got back, in fact. I went to meet him for drinks. I got this message and I couldn’t believe it… But then I thought, hell, why not, and…” She trailed off as she realised that Julia wasn’t listening.“Tonight? You saw Toran tonight? Leah, are you sure?”“Of course, I’m sure. I mean, he looks different—you know, all grown up—but his eyes…”“Wait, Leah,” she cut in urgently. “That’s not possible.”“What do you mean?”“You couldn’t have met Toran tonight.”“Why not?”“Because he died in an accident yesterday.”

About the Author:
H.Y. Hanna was born in Taiwan and has been a globe-trotter most of her life, from growing up in the United Arab Emirates to attending school in New Jersey, from working in the glamorous world of London advertising to emigrating Down Under.
Along the way, she somehow managed to pick up a wonderful husband, a huge, slobbery dog, two rescue cats, an assortment of cardboard boxes and a slightly dodgy "trans-atlantic" accent. After graduating from Oxford University, she tried her hand at a variety of jobs before returning to her first love: writing.
She’s the author of the Amazon bestselling children’s mystery series, Big Honey Dog Mysteries, and is now diving into the world of romantic suspense with the launch of Tender Deceit, Book 1 in the First Love Series.
You can find out more about H.Y. Hanna and her books at: www.hyhanna.com or catch her on Facebook at “H.Y. Hanna” or the Big Honey Dog Mysteries Facebook Page.
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Giveaway: Running Out of Lies by Abigail Madison Chase

Running Out of LiesNo Alibi SeriesBook OneAbigail Madison Chase
Genre: Suspense, Mystery, Sci-Fi, Thriller, Paranormal
Publisher: BookBaby
Date of Publication: July 1, 2014
ISBN: 9781630416973ASIN:
Number of pages:26Word Count: 8,000 words
Cover Artist: Alchemy Bookcover & Design
Book Description:
Dr. Erik Plez is a former Marine Officer who puts his skills as an investigator to use as he tries to solve the biggest mystery of his life....
Who is Erik Plez?......A sketchy past, with no memories of his childhood, at sixteen he was recruited for a secret team of Young Marines.
Now he’s on the run, running out of lies, making it hard for him to think of an alibi.
Excerpt
He was tired. This was the first time he’d been able to lie down in forty-eight hours. Of course it was a morgue but, that did not matter. His body needed the rest. The steel slab he rested upon was cold. Wait.... He could still feel...  Didn’t that mean he was still alive? The men who had found him said he had no heartbeat or pulse. They’d called the sheriff and he’d been brought to the morgue for an autopsy on Monday.
     He tried to move his left hand to see his watch. It wouldn’t move. He tried to open his eyes. Nothing. He shook his head. His head still moved?  Maybe he was in a state of limbo and not truly dead, yet not truly alive. He sniffed the air. It was pure oxygen. He breath in deeply again. His hand moved. He took several more deep breaths. The slab beneath him was getting even colder. The oxygen. It was bringing him back to life.  Slowly he began to focus on breathing. His life was attached to the air.
About the Author:
So, you wanna know more about Abigail-Madison Chase? Interesting... I am not really that intricate. I am simple twenty... something.. well, actually forty something neurotic mom of two who has been writing since the Mrs. Turner's 4th grade English Language Arts class where she won FIRST prize in the Creative Writing Fair. My educational background is superb. I hold a B.F.A. and M.F.A in English and Literature from an awesome university. 
I am highly trained professional at least in my mind. I believe myself to be Jane Bond Super Heroine who just happens to take time out to write some books for pleasure.
My house sits in the beautiful mountains of Western United States where I am continuously dreaming of other worlds.  My family and my writing exist in my world of make believe harmony. Each one is fighting for their right to become a character that I won't kill off. Sarcasm, quick wit and lots of laughs is what one will locate in Abigail's Wonderful World... a place where moments of peace and harmony descend upon me and my two children... Sit back and enjoy as I share my world.
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Help Us Launch IAA Pest Control Services

My husband, Robert, was delivered some devastating news about his job the first week of July. The company he works for has decided to cut his salary and go to commission only. What this means is that his income has suddenly been cut in half, possibly more. Supporting a family of 4 on that amount will be impossible.

Many have asked what they can do to help- so I created this GoFundMe Campaign.

We have decided to move forward with plans to launch our own pest control company which is something we have discussed and researched for three years but since he had a "stable" job we didn't move forward with the plans. Now it is a necessity. Jobs in Michigan are not plentiful, especially ones that offer a wage you can actually support a family of 4 on. So we will create our own jobs.

Any amount you decide to help with will be much appreciated.

Funds raised will go directly into the creation of our new business: insurance, license, equipment, pest control supplies, uniforms, logo and web design.

And to make sure no one goes away empty handed I am offering a free ebook to everyone who donates over $5. You can choose from Hex and the Single Witch, Paranormal Pleasures: Ten Tales of Supernatural Seduction , or Paranormal Pleasures II: Ten More Tales of Supernatural Seduction . 

Pdf, mobi and epub formats are available of each book.


Thank you to all of our friends and family who have offered to help.

Happy 4th of July from Kat de Falla

Happy 4th of July one and all!Kat de Falla here, author of the dark fantasy: THE SEER’S LOVER



Top Ten Reasons I think America is beautiful:

1.     My dad was a maintenance man at the post office and my mom has her BSN in nursing. I have my Doctor of Pharmacy degree. With hard work (on their part and mine), the American dream is alive and well.
2.     America has it all…deserts in Arizona, California, and New Mexico, temperate rain forests in Oregon and Washington, mountains, and tropical beaches!
Check out this guy, he got it right:  http://mybeautifulamerica.com/mybeautifulamerica.htm
3.     Because my grandmother took a boat here alone when she was ten. She didn’t speak the language. When I was a little girl, she told me her first experience here was going into an ice cream store and pointing. She didn’t know what ice cream was, but she wanted some!
4.     Soccer! I know Baseball is the national pastime and I was in the Brewer Pepsi Fanclub as a child where Robin Yount and Paul Molitor and Rollie Fingers signed my catcher’s mit, but this year, I have sure enjoyed The World Cup with Team USA!
5.     Talking about the weather. I’m a pharmacist and an immigrant to this country was standing in line waiting to pick up his prescription and the older man in front of him and I were discussing the weather. When the older gentleman left, the immigrant said, “Why are all of you Americans obsessed with discussing the weather?” Uh…because we are! Small talk is peaceful talk and the world could use more peace!
6.     There is no other place I want my children to grow up, go or not go, to college. We tell them every day that they can change the world and I believe that they can.
7.     Movies – we make amazing movies. I love movies. All my books must play out in my mind as a movie, or I can’t write them. America makes kick-ass movies. (My husband would argue that Japan is close second with Godzilla movies and martial arts movies.)
8.     McFlurries – I know McDonald’s is terrible for you…yada yada yada. But where else can you drive five minutes at midnight and bring home delicious ice cream with M&M’s mixed right into it?
9.     The right to bear arms. It’s okay with me.
10.  I love America because my ancestors believed in this country, so much so that they packed up and left everything they knew to come here. I am living, breathing proof that their lives did improve. They fell in love, got married, had babies, and died in this great land. It is in their honor, for their love and belief in this country, that I am here and you are reading this…right now.

Happy 4th of July one and all! Whatever country you are reading this from, be proud. We all live under one great sky and are one giant family united by unbreakable bonds.




The Seer’s Lover
Kat De Falla
Genre:  Paranormal RomancePublisher: The Wild Rose Press
Tag Line: Calise Rowe's question of who walks among us leads her into an ancient war between seers and demons.
Book Description:
For years, Calise Rowe has been able to sense unusual energy from people, making her believe she is different.  Pulled into an ancient war raging for centuries between demon hunters and seers, she's about to find out she's right.
Her search for the truth leads her to Lucas Rojas, a seer of angels and demons who walk the earth shrouded from normal human eyes.  He's hidden his gift for years and refuses to endanger Calise by sharing it with her.
In the sultry Costa Rican Jungles, their worlds collide.  As their passion and desire ignite, so does the ancient war between demons and seers.  Will their combined efforts be enough to save themselves and the entire human world, or will their new found love be their downfall?
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/17gFt26ncoU
Available at Amazon

About the Author:
Author Kat de Falla was born and raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin where she learned to roller skate, ride a banana seat bike, and love Shakespeare thanks to her high school English teacher.
Four years at the UW-Madison wasn’t enough, so she returned to her beloved college town for her Doctor of Pharmacy degree and is happily employed as a retail pharmacist where she fills prescriptions and chats with her patients.
She is married to her soul mate, classical guitarist, Lee de Falla and raising four kids together ala the Brady Bunch.
Author Website: www.katdefalla.com
Blog: www.quillorpill.blogspot.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/katdefalla
Facebook: www.facebook.com/authorkatdefalla  



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Spotlight and Giveaway The Heist by RT Lucas and LJ Halkett

The HeistA Tainted Blood NovelBook 1RT Lucas and LJ Halkett
Genre: Urban PNR (erotic)Publisher: Dark Hollows Press
Date of Publication: 6/2/14ISBN: 978-1-940756-44-8
Number of pages: 207Word Count: 75542
Cover Artist: Three Rusted Spoons
Book Description:
Commander Xavier Raige, ex-Special Forces and now a leader of an elite team of mercenaries.  At 6’7” he is as lethal as he is handsome.  Xavier doesn’t have time to sugar the pill - he is abrupt, direct and demanding.  He accepts a new mission - to stop a skilled thief that has been plaguing the notorious Belcastro mafia family.  Xavier is unaware that this job will change the course of his life forever and threatens to awaken the wolf he has kept at bay all his life.
Alicia Carberletti is a small woman with a BIG attitude!  She is feisty, sexy, independent and smart - she also admires people who know their manners!  Alicia has been all alone ever since her beloved family were brutally murdered. Trying to find peace, she embarks on a holiday of a lifetime which takes a sinister turn.
Tainted blood, wicked lies, deception and cruel fate: when Alicia and Xavier collide with one another, will events spiral out of control - or can they hold onto one another and face the dark consequences of their actions?
Together they will entice you into their world - and this new book series comes with a WARNING - once you enter, you won't want to leave!
In a world of humans; vampires; werewolves and set in murky mafia underworld, is it so easy to tell who are the real monsters and who still holds their humanity?
Excerpt TwoFor the past three hours, the two men had been discussing the latest job that Xavier had just been offered. Xavier Raige was ex-Special Ops and had an unrivalled record in mercenary work around the world which had earned him the reputation of being the best that money could buy.  Ruthless, direct and focussed - he was practically married to his work.  No family, no ties. The only responsibility he had was to himself and to his Unit of specially trained, handpicked soldiers. He had skills that those with money and connections who had ‘interests’ that were outside of the law were more than happy to pay a premium price to hire.  The Belcastros were a notorious Mafia family who had relocated to the heart of Mexico.  Legend had it they were exiled from Sicily back in the day after what had been considered dodgy dealings - even within the Mafia world.  Xavier knew that if they were having problems dealing with their latest situation in-house, then it had to be some major shit that was going down.  His best guess was that if word got out they couldn’t deal with it themselves, it would be a sign of weakness. The other families might take that as a green light to go against them and claw back some of the territory and business that the Belcastros had ‘relieved’ them of through the years.  “Ah dinnae trust them, Commander. How’d they get yer name anyway? If ye asked me fur ma opinion, it’s no a coincidence that we were in Mexico when the call wis made.  The Belcastros kin deal wi’ their ain shite. We dinnae need the job, and it’s meant tae be oor downtime after the last mission.”Shuggie chugged back on his bottle of beer, unhappily.  The hint of red behind his blue contact lenses glinted as the strobe lights lit up their corner of the club.  He had learned through the Centuries to mask his true nature when amongst the humans.  That was something that Xavier understood - although it still amused him to see the huge warrior fiddle like a female trying to put the damn things in his eyes every day.  “I didn’t ask for your hairy highlander’s ass opinion,” Xavier thought wryly to himself as Shuggie lifted his hand to beckon the waitress over to order another round of drinks.  Xavier knew that Shuggie was like a dog with a bone and wouldn’t let the subject drop.  Scrubbing a hand over his face, he grimaced as he realised the stubble scratching his face was more hobo than designer - he might be a hardened soldier, but he was fuck handsome and prided himself on his looks.  Xavier leaned forward, jutting his jaw as he was forced to address Shuggie’s concerns.“You really think that I’d be dumbass enough not to have researched the Belcastros before I agreed to the job?” Xavier’s tone was gruff as he regarded his friend with a steely look that would have had lesser men losing control of bodily functions and whimpering like a baby.“Aye, ah dae, Commander,” Shuggie leaned back, spreading his arms along the back of the seats, a small smirk starting to form on his lips. “That’s why ah already done ma ain investigation into them.” Shuggie’s broad Scottish accent was almost indecipherable to most, but Xavier had known him for longer than he cared to admit and could often translate for the uninitiated - if he could be bothered, that was.  Shuggie was armed with the knowledge that he’d just scored a point over the Commander, and yet he still owned just about enough self-preservation instinct left to know not to blatantly crow about it.  His smug expression was all that was needed between the two friends to know who had the upper hand.Xavier was irked by Shuggie’s comment but kept his facial features impassive. “Well are you going to sit on it like a whore on a cock or are you going to actually tell me what your investigations found out?” Giving a derisive snort as he drew his eyes off of Shuggie and reached over to take the fresh drink the pretty young waitress with the perky smile and perkier tits had just brought over for him.  She smiled and winked as he tipped her well, but the smile faltered when he turned his head away to continue his conversation.  The waitress hovered about their table, trying to look seductive and was completely unaware that she had in reality been blanked by both men.  Shuggie reached into the inside pocket of his biker jacket and handed Xavier a flash drive with all the Intel he had on the Belcastros.The dilemma for Xavier sat heavy on his broad shoulders - did he take Shuggie’s advice and leave well alone, or did he drag his Unit into Mafia business?  It wasn’t like they needed the money – they didn’t do it for the financial gain. Well, that’s not true. In the early days that was the only motivating factor, but nowadays they had more than enough money banked and invested to keep them for the end of their days. No, nowadays it was all about the adrenalin, the challenge, the rush.  

About the Authors:
Both Scottish Authors are best friends and for years they have been developing these amazing and complex characters.  Having both suffered strokes at a young age, within months of each other they decided that life was too short and now was the time for Xavier and Alicia to be unleashed onto the waiting public!  That was when the world of Tainted Blood and #XAli was born!
L J Halkett is 35 years of age, Mother, Wife and Housing Officer for Local Government.  She is a smart, sassy and superbly imaginative woman who devours books - especially in the paranormal genre!  She is the master at multi-tasking and she is always thinking ten steps ahead. With her passion for creativity, she brings to life her imagination with vivid detail.  Family is the cornerstone of LJ’s life, and her greatest achievement is her wonderful son. 
Left Partially sighted after her Stroke, LJ has to write in what the Authors call ‘Nasa’ font and can only detect the colour red, which can be difficult when reading print on a daily basis - her determination is testament to her personality - as she says.... "Where's there's a will? There's a way!"
RT Lucas is 41 years of age, soon to be Divorced [Hurrah!] and had a very successful career in Recruitment and Business Development until it was cut short through illness.  Having worked in the Health Sector, Human Resources and Ministry of Defense, she has a myriad of experiences to draw from - and says that sometimes life can be stranger than Fiction!  RT is an avid reader of the paranormal/romance genres but her first love will always be Science Fiction.  She says that she has far superior music taste to that of her Best Friend and Co-Author - and uses every available opportunity to tell her so! RT lives alone with her #XavCat who faithfully lies by her computer whenever she wanders into the world of Tainted Blood.
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Dark Paradise by Angie Sandro

About DARK PARADISE:

DARK LEGACY

Mala LaCroix has spent her whole life trying to escape her destiny. As the last in a long line of "witch women," she rejects the notion of spirits and hoodoo and instead does her best to blend in. But when she finds a dead body floating in the bayou behind her house, Mala taps into powers she never knew she had. She's haunted by visions of the dead girl, demanding justice and vengeance.


DEADLY SECRETS

Landry Prince has always had a crush on Mala, but when Mala discovers his sister, murdered and marked in some sort of Satanic ritual, he wonders if all the rumors about the LaCroix family are true. Yet after Mala uses her connection to the spirit world to identify his sister's killer, he starts to form his own bond to her . . . a very physical one. As they move closer to each other and closer to the truth, Mala and Landry must risk everything-their families, their love, and even their lives.



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Excerpt:He looks down, and our eyes meet.“Kiss me,” I blurt out.“What?” His breathing quickens. “What did you say?Oh, shit! I just propositioned him. Me, squeaky clean, cowardly Mala. Lack of oxygen must’ve given me brain damage. I take a shaky breath and straighten in his arms. “I said kiss me.” My voice cracks. “It’s okay. I won’t punch you or anything. You have my permission.”“Your head’s not on straight.” Landry gazes off across the water … distant, cold. Oh, so sad, and it breaks my heart. All I want at this moment is to drink the pain in his eyes. Guzzle it down so it never fills him again. I know nothing’s forever. A momentary patch is about all the comfort I can give him, but maybe for now, it’s enough. For both of us.“I know. I’m scared.” I take Landry’s face between my hands, holding tight when he tries to pull away. “Stop. Listen. Why do I have to keep dealing with the craziness of my life alone? I’m so tired … Why is it wrong to want to escape?”My trembling fingers lightly trace the curve of his jaw. I never in a million years thought I could be so bold. I’ve always protected my heart because I feared it would get squished. Being afraid hasn’t gotten me anywhere but alone. “I like you, Landry. And … and I think you like me. At least a little bit, right? You make me feel safe … alive. Maybe … maybe I can make you feel the same way.”His eyes, thick, black lashes outlining luminous silver, close as I trace my fingers across his eyelids. I press my lips to the angled plane of his cheekbone in a gentle kiss. His skin tastes salty from sweat and smells of grass. Rich and pungent. Intoxicating. His stomach muscles tighten against mine, but he doesn’t move. I kiss the other cheek, then tilt his head toward mine and brush my lips across his, so lightly that it’s more a mingling of breath.My tongue caresses his lips. I taste him in small nibbles, and then, feeling bold, I pull his plump bottom lip between my teeth, gently teasing him until he finally responds.Impatient, he threads his fingers into my hair so I can’t pull away. His tongue flicks against mine as I open my mouth to his, deepening the connection between us. I’ve heard about French kisses, in high school the girls giggled about them and rated the boys according to skill, but until now, I’ve never liked a guy enough to want his tongue in my mouth.  Landry rated pretty high on the Awesome Kisser scale. Now I understand why.The rush of excitement chases away any lingering fear. At some point, he stretches out on the ground, and I lay on top of him. My hands caress his wide shoulders and rise to tangle in his silky hair. I rub against his chest, wishing our clothing didn’t separate us. I want to feel the softness of his skin against mine. I want to trace the tempting dimple in the small of his back and lick the faded scar to the left of his belly button.Yeah, I totally peeked when he did his striptease in the boat. I may be the queen of denial, but I couldn’t deny myself the sculpted beauty of Landry Prince in all his glory. I pull my mouth free of his lips and slide down the hard length of his body. He sucks in a breath, stomach tightening when I run trembling hands up his chest, lifting his T-shirt to give me access to that scar. I trace my tongue around it a swirl of motion, like licking an ice cream cone. He tastes ten times better than chocolate—maybe like chocolate and caramel with marshmallow chunks—all gooey and melty in my mouth. So tasty that I want to lap him up. But I bite him instead.Satisfaction throbs at his growl. The soft bit of flesh between my teeth almost sends me over the edge. I’m so hot … burning up inside.I release him, licking the soft indentations in his skin.“Mala,” he moans, quivering when I pin his reaching hands to the ground. I give him a wicked grin, then lower my head. I steadily work my way up his chest, biting and licking until I reach his pecs. I run my tongue around his left nipple, then blow across the hard nub. His hips shift, a slight jerk upward. His erection presses against the fabric of his jeans. Is it uncomfortable?
I bite my lip, scared at the bold nature of my thoughts. It’s like years of repressed sexuality screams to be set free. Too many romance novels have given me a working knowledge of what goes on. I can fake it until I make it, but I’ve got to decide right now how far I want to go. Soon I’ll be too far gone. My body decides for me. 
About Angie Sandro:
Angie Sandro was born at Whiteman Air Force Base in Missouri. Within six weeks, she began the first of eleven relocations throughout the United States, Spain, and Guam before the age of eighteen. Friends were left behind. The only constants in her life were her family and the books she shipped wherever she went. Traveling the world inspired her imagination and allowed her to create her own imaginary friends. Visits to her father's family in Louisiana inspired this story. Angie now lives in Northern California with her husband, two children, and an overweight Labrador.
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Guest Blog and Giveaway: Ever Mine by Eden Ashe

Ever MineEden Ashe         Genre: urban fantasy romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc
Date of Publication: June 2, 2014
ISBN: 978-1-61650-532-5ASIN:
Number of pages:Word Count: 33000
Cover Artist: Renee Rocco

Book Description:

Can a kidnapped fairy and a human find love despite all odds?

Nathan Alexander’s batty aunt has done it again. This time she’s sent him a rare plant he doesn’t want. Imagine his surprise when he finds a kidnapped fairy hidden within its leaves. As a man who heads a non-profit organization for abused women and children, Nathan makes it his mission to help her find her way home.

All her life Katenia was warned about the evilness of humans. Never was that proved more true than when she was kidnapped from her quiet valley home. Thrust into the human world, Katenia must fight her very instincts to trust Nathan if she ever hopes to return to her rightful place…and to her normal thumb-sized fairy form.

But with their lives in danger, finding home…and love…will be a journey worthy of a fairy tale.

Excerpt:

“Nathan? Are you alright? You look like you’re contemplating ways to kill me.”He opened his eyes and glared at her, even as he let out a shuddering laugh. “No, Katenia,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Killing you is not what is on my mind. I thought you said we would be a bad idea?”“I did,” she said, her beautiful face screwing up in confusion. “Pair-bonding between us would never work. Sex, however…sex is a very good idea.”Nathan nodded once, finally understanding. Ignoring the honking of the line of cars behind him, he rolled up one shirtsleeve and pinched his arm.“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice worried.He barked out a laugh when the pain did nothing to wake him from whatever dream he’d landed in. “Testing myself.”“Oh.” She sighed. “I don’t know what that means.”“I don’t, either, but considering I am not certifiable enough to have sex with a fairy, the only other logical conclusion is I’m dreaming.”“Oh,” she repeated, still sounding confused. “Are you dreaming?”
He sighed and shook his head, accepting the facts laid out before him. “No. My whole world view has just been altered, but unfortunately, I am not dreaming.”
About the Author:
Convinced dragons have gotten a bad rep throughout time, and more than a little addicted to fairy tales and romance novels, Eden Ashe has decided to re-write history. In her version, the dragons are ancient warriors in tarnished armor, who not only deserve the girl in the end, but will fight forever for her.
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Guest Blog and Giveaway with Laury Falter

Eran's account of the first time he met Magdalene


"It was explosive. She fought me, hard...and well," he paused to chuckle while shaking his head in amazement at the memory. "I'd watched her fight before, but I wasn't ready for her strength. That part of her originates from her stubbornness. One of my favorite characteristics and it happens to be the core of her personality. It's what drives her to help others, to put her life on the line for strangers. That's Magdalene…my Magdalene." 

He smirked.

"I heard about this girl training others like her to survive our enemies. That was impressive. We have powerful enemies." His gaze fell to the floor in deep reflection. "So when I found her training," he laughed through his nose, "of course, I was enthralled, completely and absolutely void of any reasonable thought after laying eyes on her. The way her brown hair swung around, catching the wind from her speed, the blaze in her eyes, and those wings. I'd never, and haven't to this day, seen whiter appendages. She was stunning. So much fury and love was wrapped up in that little frame of hers that I was completely taken from that very second on." 

Slowly, he nodded with certainty. "At that point, I knew. I knew that I'd be her guardian. That beauty, that innocence needed protection, and I was going to see that she got it. Nothing," he insisted, "would stop me from it. What I didn't count on was her rejection. I-" One side of his lips lifted in a confident grin. "I'm fairly capable of influencing women. But not her. Magdalene took time, several centuries, in fact. It took countless arguments, coddling of her sensitive ego - don't tell her I said that - and an incredible amount of patience. The fight, I tell you, is in her blood."

He drew in a deep breath, as if to let the feeling of her settle over him, while a smile played across his lips.

"I sensed all this on that first sighting. So I kept my distance, looking for a way in to dissolve that stubbornness." He shrugged. "That was pointless. When we finally did meet, I had a good understanding of who she was, so again I wasn't surprised by the fight she gave me. What surprised me…," his eyes turned warm, remembering. "What I'll never forget, what will stay with me forever, was the passion in her eyes…because it was aimed directly at me." 

MessengerThe Guardian TrilogyPrequelBook OneLaury Falter
Book Description:
Messenger is the first prequel to the bestselling Guardian Trilogy - the breathtaking romantic saga about a love that has lasted centuries between a messenger and her guardian.
Maggie does not know she is a messenger. She has never met her eternal lover. She has never survived a Fallen One. All this changes when a messenger awakens in the Hall of Records only to die moments later, never to return.
As Maggie sets out to determine why the messengers are suddenly beginning to die, she crosses paths with the infuriatingly appealing Eran and their story begins.
In this riveting account of Maggie's first life on earth with Eran, the star-crossed lover's romance transpires amidst treacherous enemies, their friends' resistance, and their own opposing wills. With the odds against her, can Maggie survive long enough to admit the feelings she has so carefully denied?
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About the Author:
Laury Falter is a bestselling author of young adult romantic suspense and urban fantasy. She has three series out: the Guardian Trilogy, the Residue Series, and the Apocalypse Chronicles.
Website: http://www.lauryfalter.com
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