Published: December 30th, 2013
Description:
Visions of death haunt her . . .
Ava Keller sees the future. When she suffers a horrifying vision of a man's violent death, she knows from experience nothing she does will stop it from becoming a reality. But when she meets a strong, broken man, he makes her want to believe in second chances.
Vengeance consumes him . . .
Tortured by his past, Karson has worked tirelessly to wreak vengeance on the demons who murdered his family. But when Ava inadvertently disrupts his intricate plan for revenge, his focus shifts to an all-consuming need to keep her alive and in his arms.
Love could save their souls . . .
Thrown together by fate, Ava and Karson explore their new feelings and discover hope for the future. But they must battle the demons threatening humanity to find a destiny worthy of their love.
EXCERPT
From Ava’s POV:
“So
who are these Venators? Are they like some sort of demon-hunting organization?”
I asked
“They’re
like a need-to-know organization,”
Karson said.
“I
haven’t held anything back from you.”
He
shrugged and his hand dropped from my shoulder. “I’m trying to help you. That
doesn’t give you the right to know everything about me.”
I
opened my mouth to argue but he held a hand up, and his index finger touched my
lips. The gesture was meant to shut me up, and it worked. In that moment every
thought flew from my head. There was only him. The intense look in his eyes.
The roughness of his skin on my mouth.
The
immediate need that curled in my stomach.
What
would it be like to be with a man like him? Rough and wild and freaking
amazing, that was my bet. My body ached to find out. The rest of me knew
better.
“You
need to hide for a while. Then you can go back to your normal life. Promise
me.”
With
a quick jerk of my head, I promised.
Tension
flowed out of him visibly, and a small smile touched his lips. “Good.”
And
if I hadn’t already convinced myself that he was probably right, that laying
low couldn’t hurt, his next words would have.
“Please
don’t go back on your promise. Don’t make me watch them kill you.”
Ava’s
eyes met mine, and the understanding there almost broke me.
“I
can’t imagine what you’ve gone through, Karson. And I won’t pretend I can even
begin to wrap my mind around how that would feel. I would never ask you to give
up your hunt for me,” Ava said.
Emotions
rolled over me—so fast and hard I couldn’t quite grasp them. My old familiar
pain, and new pain for her. They built under my skin, threatening to burst free
if I didn’t find an outlet.
I
pushed the bathroom door open the rest of the way. Ava let out a soft squeak,
but I pulled her into my arms and kissed her. Brutally, I punished her with my
mouth. I needed an outlet for my emotion. No. Not just an outlet. I needed her.
Only
a moment of hesitation, and she was kissing me back. One hand clutched my
shoulder while the other held on to her towel. Wrapping my arms around her, I
pulled her closer, anger completely drowned by the passion she elicited in me.
“This
is such a bad idea,” I murmured against her lips.
“Shut
the hell up and quit thinking for once.”
Still
wet from the shower, she clung to me as I kissed her neck. I nibbled my way to
her shoulders and then in one sweeping motion, picked her up—towel and all.
Then I carried her out of the bathroom and set her on her feet next to the bed.
I
tugged lightly on the towel she still clutched, but didn’t try to take it from
her. This was her decision, and even if it killed me, I would stop if she
wanted me to.
“We
don’t have—”
“Didn’t
I tell you to be quiet?” Her words were teasing, but her voice was full with
emotion. With a jerk of quick movement, her posture stiffened, and then she
tossed the towel to the floor.
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About the author:
CPA-turned-romance-author Tiffany Allee used to battle spreadsheets in Corporate America, and now concentrates on her characters’ battles to find love. Raised in small-town Colorado, Tiffany currently lives in Phoenix, AZ, by way of Chicago and Denver. She is happily married to a secret romantic who tolerates her crazy mutterings.
She writes about ass-kicking heroines and the strong heroes who love them. Her work includes the suspense-driven From the Files of the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency series which revolves around a group of paranormal cops solving crimes and finding love, and Don’t Bite the Bridesmaid, a lighthearted paranormal romance (Entangled Publishing).
Tiffany has an MBA in accounting and nearly a decade of experience in corporate finance. All super useful stuff for a writer who spends far too much time trying to figure out fun ways to keep her characters apart, and interesting ways to kill people (for her books—of course!).
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