If you love the Winchester Brothers, then you’re going to love The Blood Sisters.
Hunting demons and saving people is what they do, but that earns them dangerous enemies. Demons are after the Blood sisters to collect a massive bounty and that’s when things get personal.
Jessica’s sister, Amanda – the passive healer – is kidnapped. Now Jessica will go to the ends of the Earth to find her sister before the demons use pure blood to open the gates of hell.
Manic at the idea of her sister being destroyed, Jessica has no choice but to team up with bad boy demon hunter Duncan Jasper and his rag tag gang of bikers to stay alive. For Jessica the only thing tougher than fighting demons is fighting her attraction to Duncan. But with demons charging from the front, the underworld gunning from behind, and with a spy in their mist, Jessica’s fight for survival is just beginning.
About the Author
I could write this in the third person. I could tell you what I like, where I was born, and what my favorite things are.
But instead, I’ll say I don’t want to write like everyone else. I don’t want to craft stories you’ve read a thousand times before. I want my novels to be a cinematic experience, blending themes, genres, and situations unlike any you’ve ever read.
I want to break the rules. I want you to break out in a cold sweat as you read my books out of fear, love, and excitement. I want my books to be an experience. When you finish, I want you to feel something. Good or bad.
If you do, then I’ll have succeeded. If not, I’ll keep trying.
An
estranged mate, a mangled body and a powerful demon who calls her by
name…
As
a Realm Walker for the Agency, Juliana Norris tracks deadly
paranormal quarry using her unique ability to see magical signatures.
She excels at her job, but her friends worry about her mysterious
habit of dying in the line of duty without staying dead. That's only
the first of her secrets.
Most
people don't know Juliana became the mate of master vampire Thomas
Kendrick before he abandoned her seven years ago. Most people don't
know the horrors she endured at the hands of the vampire he left in
command. Most people don't know her true parentage, or why a demon on
a world-threatening rampage has taken a personal interest in her…
Even
as Juliana pursues the demon, it goes after all she holds
dear—including Thomas, who is back to claim her for his own. But if
she can't reconcile her past and learn to trust herself again, she
will lose him forever.
Julianna
is a walker. She works with the agency to keep the supernatural
beings in check. She has a unique power of “seeing” living
signatures left and it lets her track them easily. The only things
that have no signature are demons and wouldn’t you know there is a
high level demon running amok in her town. Julianna has to get rid of
him which is proving difficult since he keeps possessing the bodies
of her friends. Throw in her one true love that left her and has now
decided to return after 7 years and she’s got a lot to deal with.
I’m
not sure why, but this book didn’t hook me right away. It was
exciting and had a great story line, but I didn’t get hooked till
about half way through. But it did hook me and I ended up really
enjoying this story. I got into the story enough to be angry about
the demon possessing her friends. I really liked the
characters. I am eager to read more about Julianna, Nathaniel,
Michael and Thomas and see what these characters will get into next.
I hope we will get to know them better. I give Realm Walker 4
stars.
Death’s Daughter
Realm
Walker Series
Book
2
Kathleen
Collins
Genre:
urban fantasy, paranormal romance
Publisher:
Carina press
ISBN:
9781426898112
ASIN:
B00GKBIR80
Word
Count: 68,000
Book
Description:
Juliana
Norris, Realm Walker with the Agency, is an Altered. A fact that she
runs up against every time she’s forced to work with human police
officers, and their species-ist commissioner, on cases they can’t
solve themselves. Which happens more than they would like to admit.
Her
gift—the quality that makes her the best Realm Walker in the
business, without boast—is the ability to read magical signatures.
Whether the gift came from her father, the dark fae god of death, or
the mage mother she can’t remember, is anyone’s guess. And when
Altered children start going missing with only wild magical
signatures as clues, her heritage is the last thing on her mind.
She
can’t afford such distractions, and she definitely can’t afford
to worry about the fact that her mate, master vampire Thomas
Kendrick, hasn’t spoken to her since she saved him from a
demon—maybe it’s because she had to stab him to do so. Because
whoever is kidnapping these children must be very powerful to wield
wild magic. Very powerful, and very dangerous indeed.
Julianna
Noris' job is difficult but rewarding. This time she’s after
someone using wild magic. He’s taking children and leaving their
bodies for her to find. She has to find him before he kills again.
I’m
liking this series more and more! Juliana is tough, but under her
tough exterior she has a tender side that has some scars. In the
middle of solving crimes, she’s dealing with her vampire mate. He
broke her heart and she’s finding it hard to let him in again. But
this tough chick can definitely save the day and get her man too,
right?
The
love story between Julianna and Thomas is complicated, but the author
definitely makes you want to root for Thomas and their inevitable
passion. I am looking forward to where this series goes! 4 stars for
Death’s Daughter.
The Making of
Michael Bishop A Realm Walker Short
Story
Kathleen Collins
Genre: urban fantasy,
dark fantasy
Date of Publication:
August 30, 2014
ASIN: B00N5YWPCE
Number of pages: 20
Book Description: Keep
your distance. Don't look him in the eye. Feed him and leave.
Michael D'Augustino is
a priest in the time of the Inquisition. Marked as weak for his
refusal to torture those charged with sorcery, heresy, devil worship
or worse, he's given another task. Feed the prisoner in the cell in
the darkest corner of the dungeon. With the edict comes a set of
instructions.
Ever obedient, Michael
does exactly as he is told. Until the night his charge doesn't eat
and Michael has to enter the cell to find out why. Instead of the
beast he believes to be imprisoned there, he finds a man. A broken,
tormented man who asks for help.
But all is not as it
seems and, before the night is through, Michael will be changed
forever.
This
short story tell of how Thomas Kendrick’s second becomes a vampire.
In the first two books of the series the story focuses on Julianna
and Thomas. Their back story and their tangled lives. But here we get
to know more about Michael. We’re taken back hundreds of years to
when Michael was just a man. His need for acceptance by his father
led to him getting turned. I guess that happened to be a good thing
because he then met Thomas and the author leaves his short story
there.
I
hope we get more of Michael in the coming books. It’s always great
to get some backstory on the characters! 4 stars
Blood
Slave
Realm Walker Series
Book 3
Kathleen Collins
Can she find a killer
in a town where the basest desires are allowed to run free?
There are zombies in the
Dead Zone and Juliana Norris is sent to take care of the problem. And
for there to be zombies, there had to be bodies. When vampires are
found to be the culprits, Juliana is sent undercover in the red light
district of Kansas City. Lying to her mate, Thomas Kendrick, isn’t
something she wants to do, but she’s in another vampire’s
territory and Thomas would not be pleased. Besides, she’s more than
capable of doing the job and she needs to prove it to everyone. Most
of all herself.
Charles Morgan is in
control of the Kansas City area, making a rich living off his various
enterprises. Juliana goes undercover at the strip club Lust and gets
sucked into his dark, decadent world. More victims turn up and the
Agency is positive they’ve got their man, but Juliana is not so
sure. When the Agency refuses to listen, she reluctantly turns to
Thomas for help. He intervenes but finds Juliana unaware of the
danger she is in and discovers she may just be too deep for him to
save.
Julianna
Norris has fully accepted her mate Thomas. She’s given in to her
heart and accepted his proposal. Her work still has her on dangerous
assignments. This time she’s investigating a group of similar
murders where the bodies were then dumped and the corpses reanimated.
She has to go undercover to find the murderer before more young women
end up dead.
I
love the police work mysteries in this series as much as the romance.
Each book Julianna has another mystery to solve and it’s a race
against time to find the killer. I think each book in this series has
gotten better than the last. I hope this series continues on for a
lot more books!
Blood
Slave gets 4.5 stars!
About the Author:
Kathleen Collins lives
and works in Missouri. By day, she labors in the local prosecutor's
office. At night she writes while surrounded by her husband, two boys
and two loveable mutts. She is constantly thinking of her next
project and loves to connect with her readers. You can find her most
often on Facebook or on her website.
The
small wooden box is dirty, the size of a human fist, and sealed with
wax. When Corbin takes it upon herself to clean it and break the
seal, a voice she has tried to ignore gathers strength. Shadows play
on the walls at night, and with a family history of mental illness,
Corbin fears the worst. But the voice tells her it is real. That its
name is Six and it will prove it in time.
Drawn
to this mysterious entity, Corbin isn't sure what to believe and the
line between reality and her imagination blurs more every day.
Some
doors should not be opened; can this one be closed?
A
tap on the window. Something that was too much like a tree branch to
really draw any attention. Then it got louder. I shoved the pillow
over my head, sinking its weight into the cool fabric and throwing
the covers over my head for extra good measure. I almost forgot where
I was until I felt the rough fabric of the blanket that wasn’t
mine. I tried to open my eyes, but I didn’t care enough to exert
the amount of energy it took. Instead, I rolled over, sinking deeper
into the darkness surrounding me.
I
knew somehow that I had slept through all the daily activities,
through group therapy and arts and crafts and TV hour. I knew it was
past lights out and I found myself not caring that it would all be
monitored. I could stay in this room, in this bed forever. Somewhere
between sleeping and waking, between my body and muddy, thick mind, I
heard the voice. I couldn't understand what it said, but it was a
gentle, almost cooing sound, like one a mother would use on a child
who had woken in the middle of the night from a bad dream. But they
were down the hall and too far away to offer me anything.
The
blanket shifted and I couldn't see because my eyes were closed; the
blankets and pillow still covered my head. A moment of quiet, then
the mattress dipped in next to me, in front of me. My heart pounded
in my head, my throat. A second later, the pillow slid from my head,
but I couldn't tell if it was my own doing. My head was too heavy; my
thoughts were too clogged to get one solitary explanation through.
Hush
now, the voice whispered. It was right next to my ear, right next to
me. I'll show you.
Yes.
Show me. Show me how to be insane. Show me how to be just like my
mother. I kept my eyes completely closed.
Corbin,
said the voice. As much as I hated to admit it, I liked the sound of
my name in its tone. I liked how it hit me deep. It was the sound of
sand being blown by the sea on a windy day. It was the feeling of
fingers in your hair as you fell asleep, tangled limbs after a
closely spent night. Softness and hardness of an intimate touch, one
that couldn’t have possibly been delivered by anyone or anything
else.
“Yes?”
I hadn't realized I said the word out loud until my hot breath was
bouncing back at me against the covers. I was afraid my roommate
would hear, but her heavy snoring reassured me.
So
you are with me, it whispered. Each word caressed my face, sent warm
shivers through my skin and into the bone.
I
opened my mouth to say something else, but I couldn't think of
anything; I doubted I would even be able to get the words past my
teeth.
Hushhhhhh,
said the voice. I felt something slightly cold, yet not completely
solid against my waist. It wasn't enough to make me shiver. It wasn't
anything that woke me further from the drugs. My shirt slipped
upward, past my belly button before it stopped.
I
inhaled sharply and turned over onto my back, convinced that I was
half-dreaming and if I switched positions, the dream would change
just as easily.
A
few moments of silence. A few moments of the tapping on the glass,
the rustle of the wind outside as the rain pelted the roof. It lulled
me back into comfort, back into darkness.
My
little crow, crooned the voice. Again, right in my ear, right in
front of my face. It made the blackness behind my eyelids shake,
sprout leaves and take root. My precious petal.
I
was almost unaware of the sheet moving off of me, the blankets
shifting until I heard them rumple into a careless pile on the floor.
My face became warm, the smell of damp dirt in my nostrils, the sound
of static electricity zipping through my brain, setting off synapses
to synapses.
“What
are you doing?” I whispered. But my voice sounded so far away, like
I was standing on top of a very high tower and trying to make my
words heard to people down below.
I
felt my hair being moved from my forehead, then a small, sweet amount
of pressure applied there. Kissing you, my love.
I
liked the gesture. It overrode any logic, any sense of self I could
bring forth from the darkness.
“Why
do you only kiss me at night?” I whispered.
Another
small peck, warm and then cool against my cheek. I am strongest at
this hour. The words slithered around my skin, crawled to the back of
my skull like some creature that had suddenly sprouted legs. And you
are most open to me.
“Open?”
I asked, my head swimming with medication, my eyes glued shut, my
body heavy with sleep that had yet to come.
I
felt the slight breath of an amused, silent laugh. Yessssss, the
voice whispered. Open, my crow.
I
opened my eyes, but I was only met with darkness. I knew that it was
all in my head as the dim room spun around me, but I didn't care. I
didn't want to think about it or what it meant. It was easier to
pretend. If I was the only one who knew, I was the only one who knew
the truth. I couldn't be losing my mind if I was so in control of it.
My review
I discovered Nikkie Rae by accident. I found her Sunshine series for my kindle and I read all three book very quickly. She wrote a great series with characters that had depth. I knew I had found an author worth stalking. *evil grin*
When the opportunity to review The Crow Box presented itself, I didn’t hesitate to take it.
I am glad I did. The Crow Box is the kind of story that leaves you guessing till the end - and even after it’s over. You’re hoping for one reality, but not quite sure which is real. You’re rooting for the main character, Corbin. But for me I couldn't decide whether I wanted her to get the guy or to be sane. Each scenario had it’s own possibilities and honestly at the end I found myself rooting for her to get the guy. It sounds crazy, but somehow he seems to make sense to her.
I really loved this story. If you’ve never read anything by this author I suggest you do. I don’t think you'll be disappointed. The crow box gets 4.5 stars from me!
About
the Author:
Nikki
Rae is an independent author who lives in New Jersey. She explores
human nature through fiction, concentrating on making the imaginary
as real as possible. Her genres of choice are mainly dark, scary,
romantic tales, but she’ll try anything once. When she is not
writing, reading, or thinking, you can find her spending time with
animals, drawing in a quiet corner, or studying people. Closely.
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EXCERPT FROM BAD WOLF BY JENNIFER ASHLEY
Joanne straightened to find Broderick right against her back. She turned around awkwardly, pinned between the edge of a table and him. She swallowed. “Yeah,” she repeated.
“It’s soft here,” Broderick said, his voice anything but that. “Pretty. Like you.”
He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Broderick kept her in place simply looking at her. Joanne could have ducked past him, but her breath hitched, and she stayed put.
Pretty. Like you. Not many people were around to call Joanne pretty. She’d been working with IT guys a long time, and while most were just as interested in women as non-computer-geeks, they also weren’t forthcoming with the compliments. They were more likely to praise a string of Joanne’s code than tell her she looked nice. The last guy she’d dated had been into drawing his own X-rated Manga, starring women whose breasts were so impossibly large they’d never have been able to walk in real life. He’d asked Joanne to pose for him, thinking she’d be flattered.
“Pretty,” Joanne said, her voice strangled.
Broderick’s face softened. When he did that, when his bad-ass facade fell away, he was the most absolutely gorgeous man who walked the planet.
No, not a man, a Shifter—who’d taken in her sister’s mate to nurse him back to health against his better judgment, and who called her pretty.
“Yeah,” he said.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” Joanne let her voice become as gentle as his. “I know you must be freaked out about what happened to you.”
A bit of his ferocity returned. “You think?”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Joanne said. “If you didn’t see or hear them, or even scent them, I bet they took you out from a long way off—maybe with a tranq rifle with a scope.”
Broderick’s hands balled. “Doesn’t matter. I’m a sorry excuse for a tracker if I didn’t realize someone had staked out the Guardian’s house. Sean was just lucky they shot the wrong guy.”
“Well, Sean should have noticed. Or Dylan—Dylan’s supposed to be the smartest and scariest of all the Shifters, isn’t he? Where was he?”
Broderick’s fingers unclenched slightly. “You have a point. But it was more than that.” A shiver went through him before he could stop it. “Waking up not knowing where I was, listening to people trying to decide what to do with me, it was like … like being rounded up again. Only this time, it was me that was getting shot.”
“Shot …” Joanne put her hands on his arms, not liking his grim look. “She missed, thank God.”
“They didn’t miss my dad. Shot dead, right in front of his sons, right in front of his mate. My mother never got over it.” Broderick’s eyes took on a hunted look, the gray going light again. “She was never the same, though it took twenty years for her to die. She went last spring, right before I met you.”
“I know.” Joanne’s heart felt like a solid lump. “Your aunt told me …” Broderick had never talked about his mother, but Aunt Cora had told Joanne the story, saying she needed to know.
Broderick hadn’t ever once mentioned his mother, but not because he didn’t love and miss her, Joanne understood. Because he couldn’t. This was a pain he kept buried, in case it rose up and consumed him.
“I know,” Joanne repeated softly.
“Damn it.” Broderick’s voice was a whisper. He touched her face. “Jo-Jo …”
The pet name was what did it. Joanne left her rigid stance and came at him, burying her face in his chest as she grabbed handfuls of his shirt.
Broderick smelled clean, in spite of him tearing up the hacker’s basement, though he did smell of drywall dust as well.
His arms went around her, and he let out a long, shuddering breath, as though every pain inside him came out with it.
Joanne dug her hands into his T-shirt and lifted her face to his. He didn’t resist at all when she rose and pressed a kiss to his mouth.
Broderick made a low sound in his throat. His arms tightened around her, his lips unmoving for a moment. Then he met her kiss with his own, parting her mouth, sweeping his tongue inside, sealing them together.
The kiss went on for some time, heat transferring from Broderick to Joanne. She’d been cold, she realized, but now she tingled down every limb.
Broderick broke the kiss. He didn’t let go of her, and she felt the Celtic knot disc pressing into her back. “No,” he said. “I can’t …”
“Can’t kiss me?” Joanne let go of his shirt to trace his lips. “You’re doing fine.”
“There’s this thing called mating frenzy.” His voice was low, fierce. “Ever heard of it?”
“Yes.” Her heart beat faster. “I’ve hung around Shiftertown a while.”
“If you don’t let go of me, if you don’t run the hell away, I won’t care about helping with your damn computers. Screw the Guardian, the sword, the stupid medallion, the hacker. I just want you.”
Joanne couldn’t move, as though a force other than the table behind her kept her in place. Her body thrummed with his nearness, the heat of him through his clothes, the hardness that pushed at her from the other side of his jeans.
Joanne slid her body up his, cupped his neck with one hand, and pressed a long and passionate kiss to his lips.
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The highly anticipated follow up to The Chosen, Unveiled, by Kristin Clark.
Get yours March 10, 2016.
Want a signed copy? Kristin will be in Roanoke, Virginia on April 2, 2016. Click here for more info.
Everyone thought Chloe was gone, giving up her own life to save those she loves, until the love of her life makes the ultimate sacrifice. When she is brought back from the other side, her white light isn't the only thing she brings with her. Now her fight will be with more than just a dark immortal.
After discovering the help they seek can only be summoned on one particular full moon's night, the chosen will have to fight to stay alive until they can call upon the original three sisters. Will the power of three they conjure suffice? Or will a greater sacrifice be needed to destroy Aden for good?With the chosen by her side, Chloe will further her quest to destroy the dark sorcerer while battling another darkness—a darkness that will lure you in until it completely consumes you. But what if the darkness you were created to destroy lived inside of you?Who can you trust when you can't even trust yourself?
Catch up now with The Chosen, Bk1
Chloe Caledone is a typical high school senior, counting the days until graduation when she can finally escape her boring small town life and experience the world. She has purposefully managed to go through life unnoticed, and has only seen the world through other’s eyes. On her eighteenth birthday, Chloe awakens to a complete surprise, unaware that she has been Chosen and is the Descendant of the most powerful bloodline in history. Chloe will now embark on her true life’s destiny, turning her world upside down with secrets, lies, danger, and an unanticipated love triangle. Meanwhile, she and five other Descendants of the original Chosen fight to destroy a dark and powerful immortal.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAK-HVzIQFA
Meet The Author
Kristin is a country girl from Texas who grew up in Maryland and has a love for coffee, photography, movies, music and good books. She currently lives in a small town in Maryland with her three beautiful daughters and spoiled rotten dog. She holds a degree in Paralegal Studies and has been a Paralegal for ten years. An avid sports fan, Kristin sticks by her favorite teams, the Oriole's, Redskins, and the Caps. She is an avid reader who considers herself old school, preferring a paperback over e-book. As a Pisces with a passion for writing, she loves to escape reality and dive into her characters world. The Chosen is her first novel in The Chosen Trilogy published by Anchor Group and she has several other novels in progress.
A
multi-genre mash-up that combines elements of supernatural suspense,
crime, horror, romance, and more. The Onyx Webb series follows the
unusual life of Onyx Webb along with a central group of characters in
various locations and times. The billionaire Mulvaney family, piano
prodigy Juniper Cole and her brother Quinn, paranormal show hosts
Cryer and Fudge, and a few others make up the core of the series.
Written
like a book version of a supernatural soap opera, each character’s
story moves forward with most every episode. It may appear that the
characters are entirely unrelated and yet episode by episode, the
connections will become clearer. Like being an inch away from a
spider web, with each book, the web will move further and further
away revealing the full story of every character and most
importantly, the stunning conclusion for Onyx Webb herself.
Richard
Fenton & Andrea Waltz are best known as the authors of Go for No!
(which hit #1 on Amazon’s Sales & Selling list and has remained
in the Top 10 for the last five years.) They are also professional
speakers who speak internationally to audiences on how to overcome
fear of failure and rejection.
Although
all of their business books are fables, the Onyx Webb series is their
first serious dive into fiction.
But
Richard and Andrea have been in love with creating stories together
since they met almost twenty years ago and even spent some time in
Hollywood writing screenplays, being represented by the producer of
Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
War is raging in the kingdom of Trevalden. Up north in the Frozen Mountains, the amnesic hermit Selen survives as the pariah in his community. Drawn by a mysterious call, he travels to Trevalden and meets Louis, an enigmatic archivist. Together, as Selen remembers his past, they face the desolation of war with a group of misfits. For the sake of the people, they fight back the king’s armies, prepared to meet death…or a new dawn. As Selen and Louis understand that their feelings for each other may be their undoing, they are torn between their emotions and the greater good. But in the end, what is the greater good? While they try to find their place in an unknown world, they carry a secret that will shatter the society and make them realize that the hardest fights are not against dragons but within oneself. Rising from Dust is an epic journey where gritty fantasy and history cross paths. A graphic story of loyalty, violence, magic, court plots, and unwavering love where no one is what they seem. Please note:This book contains graphic scenes and is an M/M story intended for adult readers.
EXCERPT
“Whatever I am looking for, it’s hidden here,” Louis said and looked at the sign of the Wounded Owl Inn. It was time he arrived. His heart inflamed his lungs. His hands in his gloves were moist, and his vision had blurred a few times.The place was built with white stone, and judging by the thickness of the ivy that grew on the north wall, it had probably stood there for a hundred years. The inn was big, with a long red tile roof and half-timbered walls. Louis looked at the stained-glass windows of different colors. Only rich taverns in cities could afford such luxury. To be so impressive, this place was probably the only resting spot on the main road for miles. He walked towards the porch. Like a moat around a castle, the inn was circled by a stream, which also could have been waste waters. A stone bridge connected the alley to the entrance gate.A young lad in dusty outfits approached him. “Should I take care of your horse, my lord?”“I’m no lord, but yes, you can,” Louis answered. As he dismounted, his head spun. He closed his eyes a few seconds. “How big is this place?”“You have the stables at your right, over there. On the left is the inn. Though, I think the inn is full for the night. There is an inner garden that you can reach from the west side of the main room. This gate is the only entrance,” the lad explained.So, that door would be the only exit should he meet someone nasty inside the inn. Louis was not reassured at all. “Thank you. That will be all.” Louis gave the lad a coin, handed him his horse’s bridle, and headed to the inn’s main door across the inner yard.As Louis pushed the door, the smell of tobacco and cabbage fried in grease with onions welcomed him. He put a hand on his mouth. The tavern was crowded with all kinds of folk, each more suspicious and shabby looking than the other. The customers’ loud chatting covered the distant sound of a bard’s lute. His eyes narrowed when he stared at the faces. Under his cloak, Louis reached for the pommel of his sword. No eyes crossed his. No one reacted to his presence. Still, it was here, somewhere.The heat in his chest was suffocating. He pushed his hood back. The terrible smell made his stomach contract again. In search for some fresh air, he noticed the open door on the other side, the one that led to the inner garden. He took a few unsteady steps towards the doorframe and leaned against it. The cold air of the evening felt wonderful on his face. The garden was full of colorful flowers. This enchanting place was a stark contrast to the main room of the tavern. Someone sat in the alley.The pain in his heart stopped. The nausea left him. Could the something he was after be a someone? Louis approached with his hand on his sword. “Whoever you are, turn around and show yourself,” Louis commanded.The person in front of him rose slowly and turned, pushing his hood back. The pain Louis had felt in his heart came back stronger than ever, but it was another kind of pain this time. The man had long hair the color of lilacs cascading down his back to his thighs. His face had the most delicate features Louis had ever seen. But above all, it was the man’s eyes that caught his attention. He had eyes of the purest green, expressing the most infinite kindness. Louis was drawn out of his amazement when the man opened his plump, curved mouth.“My name is Selen. I’ve been waiting for you,” the man said with a smile and a hint of a blush.
ABOUT MARTINE CARLSSON
Martine Carlsson lives in the middle of the Swedish forest. She is French, educated librarian, and studied history at the University of Liege. She takes her inspiration from the nature around her, from her roots in Brittany, and from fascinating parts from the European history. Therefore, it is not uncommon to read in her stories about forest creatures meeting peculiar characters in a detailed, historical-based background. She enjoys writing fantasy, especially a mix between harsh realism and magical wonders. Rising from Dust is her first novel and the first volume of the series Light from Aphelion.
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