Coming....August 4th
BLURB:
After a horrifying incident that left her in a coma
for several long months, Echo now has to get used to a different life. As a
descendant of a powerful angel, her days waver between training as the new
Healer and convincing her mate she’s strong enough to match him in life and in
bed.
A surprise date night gives her the perfect
opportunity to do both. But plans have a way of coming unraveled. One disaster
leads to another, and Echo accepts that nothing in their lives will ever be
normal.
But the biggest revelation of the night comes after
she kills a dangerous, soul-sucking demonii. Sparks fly between her and her
mate, proving that normal is most definitely overrated.
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EXCERPT FROM OPENING CHAPTER:
Dim
lights cast a sickly, pale glow over the dingy alley, adding to the portentous
sensation crawling through Aethan. As if some disaster loomed, one he couldn’t
quite get a grip on. He glanced at Blaéz, strolling at his side. The warrior’s
calm demeanor revealed nothing.
“Something feels off,” Aethan said, his unease growing.
“Indeed… You made a decision yet?” Blaéz asked as they
bypassed several dumpsters lined against the grimy brick wall. The things
reeked as if a pack of rats had died there.
“About what?”
Blaéz cut him a
cool, detached stare. A purple bruise marred his jaw. With his penchant for
brutal underground fighting, Aethan wasn’t surprised.
“Is it that you really don’t know, or that you haven’t
decided?”
Aethan frowned. His disquiet hiking in leaps now. “Celt,
you talk in riddles. How the hell am I supposed to know what you're talking
about? Did you have a vision or what?”
The male’s precog ability was unparalleled. Hell,
everything he’d told Aethan several months ago when he’d first met his mate had
transpired—shit. “Is it Echo?” he
snapped in fear.
“No.” Blaéz turned back to stare into the night. “No precog
needed for this one. But it does indeed concern your mate.”
Aethan stopped and pinned his fellow Guardian an annoyed
glare. “Just spit it out, man. What the hell is it?”
Blaéz slowly faced him. He was as tall as Aethan, a little
on the leaner side, and deadlier than a detonating bazooka jammed into one’s
mouth with his ability to kill with a thought. But dammit, any slower on the
response, and Aethan would probably die of old age!
“Heard the females talking. Your mate and her friend,
Kira…”
“Yeah?” Aethan prompted, clamping down on his teeth to stop
from shaking the words out of the warrior.
“It’s Echo’s big day next week. Her birthday. Females, from
what I’ve seen on TV, get excited about the day. And presents.”
Fuuccck!
Suddenly feeling faint, Aethan inhaled a lungful
of reeking air and slid his hands into his pants pockets. This was worse than
a damn demonii bolt striking him in the chest. What the hell did he do now?
Echo had told him her birthdate some time ago when she’d
asked him his, but he hadn’t put much stock into remembering it. Hell, when you
live forever, birthdays no longer mattered. He continued to walk up the alley,
trying to think of something amazing for his mate…and came up blank. He really
didn’t want to screw this up.
“Would you know—”
“Google.”
“Right—” Aethan broke off. A familiar insidious prickle
slithered over his psyche. Demoniis. The turned brethren of demons were on the
hunt again, trawling for prey, for mortal souls to replace the dying ones
they’d already harvested from humans.
Eyes narrowed, he scanned the night air for the source… His
heightened hearing caught the faint, pained cry of a female. Trouble.
Aethan dematerialized in a scattering of molecules and
followed the distressed cry. He took form moments later in The Bowery and tore
down the dimly lit alley, following the sensation, and skidded to a halt. Blaéz
appeared beside him.
The abandoned warehouse
across the street sat too still, too dark. The icy, malevolent sensation
abrading his psyche grew stronger. Beneath it, he smelled the coppery odor of
blood…but no humans.
“What the hell are they up to now?”
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