Description:
Rachael has traveled to Whitehaven to visit her father, a trek she can not help but dread given his recent descent into madness. Upon her arrival she realizes his deterioration has not only been mental, it’s been physical as well. His death comes as no surprise, but what she discovers soon after, is shocking when his burden becomes hers.
Lock is a banished spirit who must attach himself to a human host in order to hide from those who would drag him back to hell to be destroyed. When he meets Rachael he finds more than a host, he finds an ally.
Together they must defeat each of the seven sins in order to guarantee Lock's safe passage into the Third Realm, a loophole in creation that would allow him to escape hell and have peace at long last. Through their unlikely friendship, other banished spirits flock to them in hopes of a peace they hadn't dreamt possible.
Find out how these two journey through worlds of different dimensions where they are faced with seven deadly sins: greed, vanity, sloth, lust, gluttony, wrath, and envy. Find out if they survive! You really want to! Jacinta wrote this book with a perfect pace and never lost her reader. [...]
I rarely pick up a book more than once...I will read this again! I absolutely adore it! I give this book my thumbs up! -
Goodreads
The day you die is meant to be the end, but for 18 year old Jordon Hastings, his death was only the beginning.
In a dark and twisted world, lost spirits known as Reapers remain behind after death to help collect the spirits from the realm of the living. A new Reaper, Jordon struggles to accept his fate and lingers in the shadows of his mortal life. But when a demon wolf starts to live through his shadow, hunting his family and friends Jordon has no choice but to leave. As soon as he accepts his new role the truth behind the relationship between Reapers and Angelic Hunters is revealed. His loyalty is tested, making him choose between a corrupted God and a single Banished Spirit.
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The story makes you feel. It is pure tension, atmosphere and excitement. Of course, it can be read just as an action story too. You will find, among other good things: a rhythm whose crescendo is obvious, twists, unexpected, thrill, suspenseful struggle of life and death [...]
The Reapers brings together, skillfully intertwined: action, suspense, a wide range of feelings, doubts, the journey of a self discovery, the uncertainty of the existence of the Underworld, the reward or penalty, enabling the reader not only to read a beautiful story, but also to seek answers about himself and what it is, if it is, AFTER. -
Mythical Books
EXCERPT
I shook my head as a spasm of cold flooded my cheeks. Lock had my face cupped between his hands, staring with tight and intense concentration. He was only sparing an inch between my nose and his, his eyes so much prettier than those other grey, dead hues that I lost all thought of abandoning him.
“Careful Rach, don’t stare at him.” The people sitting next to us recoiled from our sudden closeness, confused by Lock who had seated himself up on my lap and was forcing his head down on top of mine. My breath got caught up in my throat as I folded my lips back into my mouth.
“Okay.”
Lock lingered for a moment longer, not breaking the connection he had with me until he felt sure I wasn’t going to do a runner. He slipped back into his own chair, fold his arms over his chest and resumed his intense staring, watching my eyes. He then shifted and shot a look over his shoulder, which I followed back to the face of the other Banished Soul who was evidently laughing privately to himself. He blinked at Lock once before looking back to me. Then slowly he lifted his wretched bone white hand, easing it down onto the shoulder of the little girl standing next to him. To my horror, she tensed at his advancement and glanced up, her neck tilting away as if cowering from a slap.
“We should get off the train,” Lock insisted, shooting up from his seat.
“Can’t we do anything?” I asked in hoarse desperation but Lock shook his head, intertwined his fingers with the folds of my sleeve and ushered me out the doorway furthest from the pair.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking back, hoping that my eyes were deceiving me. The little girl tossed a worried look at her mum and reached out to touch her elbow, only to get her hand knocked away. The spirit continued laughing as the yellow lights in the carriage flickered. The doors opened with a jolt and I was yanked out.
Lock kept pulling me forwards, not giving me a chance to call out. I wanted to tear the girl away from the spirit’s filthy hands. The passengers getting on the train glanced at us wearily, leaning away.
*****
He leaned forward, closing the distance. He didn’t make a sound, though my heart was pounding hard and loud enough for the both of us. His hand outstretched, soft cold fingers ready to take a hold of my cheek, to touch me, keep me still, as he finished his kiss. The distance between us vanished. He wasn’t a spirit; I wasn’t human. He didn’t act fourteen, and I didn’t look fifteen. We were just beings falling hopelessly in love with each other, everything was perfect. But his fingers fell through my skin, and in an agonised surprise Evan’s smile instantly dropped. Oh, but there is still a difference… My smile was sad for just a moment.
“Its okay, Lock.”
“Call me Evan.”
With two hands he leaned in and made another attempt to cup my face. A dark spiral, soft and thin like a broken cloud, looped around us. Evan started to change colour swiftly and I instantly threw my hand up to stop him.
“I know I was the one who forced you into doing the Forbidden Act and turning yourself into a human, but you’re stronger as a ghost so I don’t…”
“I’m not doing this for you.”
He continued to lean in, slowly, just as the smoke engulfed the attic. His fingers tingled at the touch of me; his body filling out into solid build as his lips, still ghostly, planted onto mine and pressed in with his gradual transformation. The smoke faded and he held me in my spot. The waft of lemongrass stung my mouth, the air blooming with the scent of wood and pine. Fingers shuffled to entangle themselves with my hair. His touch controlled me. He titled his head and took a hold of my lower lip, drawing it in.
The wind of his breath sat on the nape of my neck, his head craning in, lingering his warm mouth at the tip of my ears. “Promise to never forget me?”
“I promise.”
About the author:
Self confessed chocaholic, Jacinta was born and raised in Melbourne Australia with her loving family of five. Even as a child Jacinta had an itch to write. Writing was the one constant hobby she clung to, also trying her hand at piano, flute, tennis, horseback riding and drama.
Jacinta works full time in the family business and spends her afternoons either playing basketball, reading, writing or hanging out with friends. She is always happy to try something new; getting her real estate license, practicing ninjitshu, Zumba and parkour to name a few.
For her future, Jacinta sees herself writing. It is a large part of her identity and something she hopes to continue. Aside from her love of stories she loves Japan and its unique and beautiful culture and history. From their delicious sushi dishes right down to their wooden sandals and kimonos. She is also a huge cat person and loves to snuggle up in front of the fire for a good movie or book. Her favorite genres are paranormal and fantasy but she also loves anything written by thriller writer, Stephen King.
"It has been simply amazing and it didn't disappoint as the series end. IF you haven't read the previous books in this series, you will want to read them, you will enjoy them all if you like a exciting sexy paranormal romance to read, Ann Gimpel books are always AWESOME. " - Yvonne, Goodreads
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