his lost life and soul... Forsaken (The Netherworlde #1) by Sara Reinke

"Being not my usual genre (romantic fantasy) I really did not have much expectations. Sara Reinke proved me wrong, very wrong 😊. The story is a romantic reading, but it is also much more than that. It is a couple's journey to reclaim love against all odds and the future they envisioned together, after tragedy hits." Katheyer, Goodreads

Description:

Published: March 18th, 2020

Jason Sullivan has everything he could have wanted in life -- his own business, the perfect girlfriend and the perfect opportunity to ask her to marry him. Then, in one violent, unexpected moment, he loses it all.

Murdered in cold blood, wrongly condemned and enslaved to a sadistic demon, Jason must fight to reclaim not only the life and love he'd once known, but also his soul. 

EXCERPT

He dreamed of stepping outside of his body, of being weightless and airy, like an untethered balloon and floating above the bed, looking down at himself. He felt no alarm at this admittedly bizarre sensation, no fear or unease. What was happening felt natural to him, as inexplicably reflexive as holding the pistol had been, folding his finger against its smooth trigger, firing it.

The Eidolon.

Earlier in the day, he’d thought it was getting stronger, but now he understood the truth. It’s becoming a part of me.

In this shadow-like state, he continued to rise, floating up until he passed through the ceiling of the motel room like a wisp of smoke. He passed through insulation, wiring, vent shafts and pipes until he seeped out through cracks in the roof. Now he drifted on a cool night breeze, sailing over the cityscape below, looking down at a dizzying network of lights and shadows.

The Eidolon was a primitive creature, of that much, Jason had grown certain. Driven by impulse, reflex and instinct, it reacted with no aforethought, and seemed incapable of any sort of cognizant action. The Wyrm had controlled it, Jason thought. I gave it a body and the Wyrm gave it a brain. And the poor, stupid son of a bitch didn’t know anything different. Only now…

The Wyrm was gone. However it had happened, Nemamiah’s sword strike had killed it. And though it had apparently taken a couple of days for both Jason and the Eidolon to adjust to this new arrangement, to get their proverbial shit together, it seemed to be happening bit by bit, day by day.

It’s a part of me.

Now instead of the Wyrm’s will to guide it, the Eidolon relied on Jason, his mind, his emotions. My memories, he thought. That’s why it keeps bringing me here.

Here was Sully’s. Jason had lighted along the top floor, eventually settling against the weathered frame of the old fire escape. The lights were on in the apartment beyond, the blinds turned so that the wooden slats were all open. The window had been left open, and he could look inside. He could see her.

Sam.

She’d just emerged from the shower and walked across the bedroom, a towel wrapped around her body, falling to just beneath the apex of her thighs. With another, she dried her dark tumble of loose, wet curls.

His heart ached. He wanted to go to her, crawl through the window, rip the towel away and pull her fiercely against him. He wanted to kiss her, make love to her again, plead with her to help him, believe him, take him back and love him again. But when he moved to press his hand against the glass, a helpless, longing gesture, he realized he had no hands with which to touch anything, let alone the window—or her. He saw nothing but the rudimentary outline of his arm, his hand. Through his reflection in the glass, he saw nothing but a dim silhouette.

I really am a ghost now, he thought in dismay. I’m nothing but a shadow, the Eidolon.

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About the author:

"Definitely an author to watch." That's how Romantic Times Book Reviews magazine describes Sara Reinke. New York Times best-selling author Karen Robards calls Reinke "a new paranormal star" and Love Romances and More hails her as "a fresh new voice to a genre that has grown stale." 

When she's not writing, Sara is probably dreaming up her next fictional adventure, driving one or both of her kids to or from school, trying to keep her house from looking like a hurricane ripped through it, or working full-time as a registered nurse. During her free time, she's likely to be found with a margarita or glass of Moscato in hand, failing miserably to replicate a recipe she saw on an episode of The Pioneer Woman. 

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