Publication Date: May 6th, 2013
Description:
Love, like War, will
always find a way…
War has shaped every
aspect of Irena Soldan’s life—her childhood, her work, her DNA. Unaware she is
the genetic host of the second Seal of the Apocalypse, Irena battles for those
who cannot fight for themselves. As a top human-rights operative for The Omega
Consortium, her company provides both the financial backing required to
undertake her task and a charismatic, publicity-loving boss to promote her
cause. Life proceeds on plan for Irena until a mysterious, sexy stranger
arrives claiming to be her guardian and Irena’s path takes a sudden,
inauspicious turn for both the erotic and the lethal.
Chago has always been
the quiet one amongst his warrior Scion brethren—the brooding, Spanish combat
expert with a hidden soft side. A member
of Divinity’s covert special forces, he’s protected humanity for more than a
millennium. Still, his greatest joy comes not from the battlefield, but from
tending the cattle herd on his remote Montana ranch.
Irena’s new assignment
takes her straight to the heart of a bloody civil conflict in Sub-Saharan
Africa and Chago’s mission demands he follow. Expecting a seething cauldron of
female whoop-ass, he instead discovers a harbinger of peace amidst a world of
ever-increasing violence. The explosively tense situation is further magnified
by the cunning Omega Consortium leader, his ambiguous personal agenda, and an
ancient foe whose audacious rise to power threatens the world’s very existence.
Despite the cataclysmic
circumstances, an undeniable attraction ignites between Chago and Irena.
Together, they must unravel the ancient puzzle of the Seals and discover her
employer’s ulterior plans before they both become casualties of War. Soon, both
are forced to choose between a past riddled with old torments or risk
everything they treasure on a love capable of defeating evil incarnate.
Book #1
Description:
Love conquers all . . . but can it stop the Apocalypse?
Mira Herald is having the worst life ever. Not only is she plagued by horrific nightmares starring the Devil himself, she’s now the target of a power-hungry, rogue minion, freshly sprung from Hell and bent on her destruction. To complicate matters further, she’s acquired a stalker. One who insists he’s a divine warrior sent for her protection because she houses an ancient relic with the power to unleash Armageddon. Last time Mira checked, she wasn’t insane. Still, all this celestial mayhem is enough to drive a girl crazy.
Kagan is a member of the Scion, an elite team of immortal warriors selected by Divinity to aid mankind and save the world. After a century alone, Kagan is summoned for a new mission. He’s eager to begin. Eager until he’s informed his mission consists of protecting a woman with no clue to the power she wields. Plus, his briefing fails to prepare him for his new target’s cosmic-sized attitude problem. As Divinity’s sworn servant, he’s required to fulfill his duty. His oath, however, does not require him to be enthusiastic about his new assignment or warm-and-fuzzy toward his new compatriot. He plans a wham-bam rescue and a quick return to solitude.
The minion attacks—with the backing of a mysterious organization—and all Hades erupts, putting a fast end to any whirlwind escapes. Accustomed to staunch independence, Mira’s survival now requires full cooperation and an unwavering belief in Kagan. The battle-hardened warrior is also forced to chose: between duty and desire. Amidst the turmoil, Kagan and Mira’s undeniable passion draws them closer to each other and down a path neither expected but both yearn for, more than they ever knew.
Will love save the day? The world’s fate depends on the answer.
Mira Herald is having the worst life ever. Not only is she plagued by horrific nightmares starring the Devil himself, she’s now the target of a power-hungry, rogue minion, freshly sprung from Hell and bent on her destruction. To complicate matters further, she’s acquired a stalker. One who insists he’s a divine warrior sent for her protection because she houses an ancient relic with the power to unleash Armageddon. Last time Mira checked, she wasn’t insane. Still, all this celestial mayhem is enough to drive a girl crazy.
Kagan is a member of the Scion, an elite team of immortal warriors selected by Divinity to aid mankind and save the world. After a century alone, Kagan is summoned for a new mission. He’s eager to begin. Eager until he’s informed his mission consists of protecting a woman with no clue to the power she wields. Plus, his briefing fails to prepare him for his new target’s cosmic-sized attitude problem. As Divinity’s sworn servant, he’s required to fulfill his duty. His oath, however, does not require him to be enthusiastic about his new assignment or warm-and-fuzzy toward his new compatriot. He plans a wham-bam rescue and a quick return to solitude.
The minion attacks—with the backing of a mysterious organization—and all Hades erupts, putting a fast end to any whirlwind escapes. Accustomed to staunch independence, Mira’s survival now requires full cooperation and an unwavering belief in Kagan. The battle-hardened warrior is also forced to chose: between duty and desire. Amidst the turmoil, Kagan and Mira’s undeniable passion draws them closer to each other and down a path neither expected but both yearn for, more than they ever knew.
Will love save the day? The world’s fate depends on the answer.
Excerpt from Seal of Surrender
Irena dropped her gaze and took a sudden interest in her shoes. Funny. She’d been asking herself the same question all night. “And Drake is not my boyfriend.”
“Oh, so he’s just your sex buddy then?”
“He is not my sex buddy!” Her sexual affairs were none of this man’s damn business anyway. Why should he care who she slept with? Still, she couldn’t seem to stop the excuses. “He was ... available.”
Cringe. Her overloud pronouncement echoed through the vacant lobby. The words sounded crass, cheap. Things she’d never meant to imply. How could she tell a man she’d met only hours before about the terror of the bombing raids? About the deep, gnawing loss she’d experienced when the Burmese school had been struck by mortar fire. About the unquenchable need to reaffirm life. Those were things he couldn’t possibly comprehend.
The elevator arrived and they both hustled inside. Chago reached to push the button then returned to his corner, his arms crossed and gaze averted. Irena shuffled uncomfortably in her own space and tried to pretend his presence didn’t disturb the hell out of her.
“Look, I’m not easy with my affections, okay?” Shit. There went her mouth again. She didn’t owe this man any explanation for her behavior. So why couldn’t she stop talking? “When you’ve seen the things I have, you need some kind of life affirmation to keep going.”
“Hmmm. Is that what they’re calling it these days?”
Irena glanced up to find him focused on the ceiling. She returned to studying the carpet.
“Look. I’m a man of war. I understand the need to affirm life.” Chago sighed, stepping closer to rest his hand on the wall beside her head. “But what occurred in that office was not affirming anything except the fact Drake Benedict is a supreme ... douchebag.” Her bottled-up stress erupted into a catharsis of giggles. To hear such an intimidating guy call her boss a douchebag had been the highlight of Irena’s disastrous evening. His poleaxed expression only made Irena laugh harder. Soon helpless tears streamed down her cheeks. “I—I’m sorry. I can’t stop thinking about the look on Drake’s face when you came out of the closet. Priceless!”
He studied her for several moments before cracking a smile of his own. “You really do have shitty taste in men.”
“Beware, mister.” She chucked him on the arm, her giggles subsiding. “For a minute downstairs, I thought you were pretty hot too.”
His gaze narrowed. “Hot?” “Don’t worry. The minute has now passed.” “Maybe your taste is improving, querida.”
Chago moved closer and grasped her chin, raising her gaze to his. His thumb traced over her lips and incited a tingle that nosedived straight between her legs.
Irena’s pulse raced and her throat went arid. The scent of his aftershave, cassis and vanilla, surrounded her. He hovered, allowing her an opportunity to break free. When she didn’t move, Chago closed the miniscule gap between them and his lips brushed softly over hers.
5 comments:
ce coperti :))
ma ambele sunt frumoase, dar, prima e preferata mea.
Thanks, Alexandra! :)
Thanks so much for having me on you blog today! :)
looks great :)
This sounds great! Adding to my wishlist! :)
-Amber
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