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Abuse. Torment.
Saint’s undying love for her.
A witch—or four. The world’s most powerful spell. The creation of the unnatural.
Her undying love for Draco.
A war is brewing between the Light, the Dark and the Unknown.
In the midst of it all stands Sarenah. Her memories have returned as she rewinds the past in order to move forward with her future so she can reclaim what, or who, belongs only to her, but will she be able to accept the disturbing secrets that go along with the reminiscence?
Just beyond human perception, divinity and evil bear witness to both good and bad events in the mortal world. Transcendental law demands the separation of these dark forces and they are forbidden to communicate with one another.
Sarenah is a devoted and strong Warrior Angel who, while obediently watching over a human incident, meets an evil presence she is inexplicably drawn to. She knows he is a demon and is well aware of the rules, but something about him causes her allegiance to waver and the strength of a warrior angel is no match to the pull of love ... or is it lust?
Draco is her opposite, a Warrior Demon and highly regarded in Hell. He, too, feels the pull toward Sarenah and desires her without any clue as to why. He mistakes her true identity because of her appearance-dark hair and black wings-and unbeknownst to him at the time, he falls for an Angel.
During their brief meeting they share a passionate kiss and, the instant they connect, everything changes. Heaven and Hell will stop at nothing to keep them apart, which raises more questions than the two have answers for. Draco is thrown into prison and Sarenah undertakes a relentless search for him which leads her to a realm she doesn't belong. With the protection of the light about to cease, her heart and mind repeat one word incessantly, one she cannot ignore ... Draco.
Will the truth about their mysterious pasts be revealed in time for her to rescue him? Or will outside powers intervene and destroy her in the process?
EXCERPT
In the midst of dragging trees, I saw Sarenah sitting on the back porch, her dress hiked up around her thighs from the heat as she was thumbing through a book. She wasn’t even acknowledging the fact that I was there, nor did she care that I could see her bare legs. She was being totally inappropriate and rude at the same time … and I liked it. I felt intrigued to my very core, so much that I had to go over and say something to her.
“Hey,” I mumbled.
Without looking up, she reiterated, “Hey.”
My frustration grew as I clenched my fingers into my palms. “Is that book so interesting that you can’t even talk to me?”
That had gotten her attention. She slammed the book shut and stood up, the dress falling back down around her ankles.
“Are you so interesting that I can’t even read my book?” Her dark eyes were wild and she was glaring at me as if she wanted me to spontaneously combust. “Don’t you have a job to do? Look at this mess.” Her eyes moved to the yard. “All of these branches everywhere. My uncle will have your hide.”
She was so angry. I couldn’t help myself. I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my hand and busted out laughing.
Sarenah’s hands moved to her hips. I thought she was about to hit me.
I threw up hands up in defense. “I’m …” The laughter got the best of me again. “I’m sorry, Sarenah.” I flashed her an apologetic grin. “It’s just, I think this is the first time I’ve ever heard you talk so much and you’re spatting off at me like some crazy person.”
Her gaze had softened then. She bit her bottom lip so she wouldn’t crack a smile herself. “A crazy person, huh?”
I nodded, stopping to really get a good look at Sarenah’s face, her stunning features and the way her dark eyes popped out in a terrific way. This was Rebecca’s sister? I had been missing out. Sarenah’s strange ways evaporated into enticement before me.
I spent the rest of the evening listening to Sarenah talk as I took all of it in. The tree branches were still scattered all over the yard, but I doubted her uncle would be back anytime soon to discover the mess. Everyone knew he lived at the saloon. She talked mostly about her parents. She had a deep ache from the loss inside of her. She was in a great deal of pain that I felt my own heart hurting along with hers, for her. I found myself wrapping my arm around her and her actually letting me get away with it, but I wasn’t in it to try to make a move. I found myself wanting to comfort Sarenah, tell her everything was going to be okay. I wanted her to trust me and continue to confide in me. She leaned her head against my shoulder, being content to be there with me. It felt incredible as if I had been able to tame her so easily. She was feisty but now so serene. I could’ve lived in that moment forever and been completely content to just be lucky enough to be near her, to smell the flower fragrance in her hair as it fell down across my arm. I rubbed her shoulder with my fingertips. She started humming, the sound making the chaos within me only increase. It was in that moment that I had leaned over and my lips found hers. It had been brief but magnificent, and I was wondering if my mind was ever going to be the same.
About the author:
Sara V. Zook is a paranormal/fantasy writer. She is the author of the Strange in Skin Trilogy, Clipped, Evanescent, Book 1 in The Sempiternal Series and A Magic Within. She lives in Pennsylvania with her 3 small children and husband.
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