Now that she’s found him again, all Mia Crawford
wants is some downtime with her fallen angel boyfriend, Michael. But the call
of duty keeps him away—from school and from her—with more demons to smite than
ever.
When Michael is mortally wounded by a cursed sword,
Mia must perform an ancient blood ritual to save him. But the spell exacts a
price. Haunted by visions of war, torture, and despair, Mia discovers the world
is in more danger than she ever imagined. Behind the scenes, an evil adversary
pulls all the strings.
After
redemption, there’s Hell to pay.
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Excerpt:
I found Michael
waiting on the stone path outside his basement suite. He greeted me with a
brush of his lips, lacing his fingers through mine, and led me into a large
back yard, bordered by evergreens. The center of the soft, moist grass featured
a rocky pond, complete with a trickling stone fountain and two Adirondack
chairs. Though the yard was well kept, leaves from a giant maple lay strewn
about like reddish-brown confetti, glistening with raindrops in the late
afternoon sun.
Michael tugged off
his old, gray hoodie and slung it over one of the chairs. Underneath was the
white tank top he normally wore flying. Goose bumps raced along the length of
his bare, powerful arms. Turning to face me, he shook out his shoulders, the
muscles rolling as he gave them a shrug.
“Ready?” he asked.
“For?”
“Combat training.”
He stretched an arm across his chest and cracked his neck as though he were
warming up. Was he expecting a workout?
“Combat training?
Don’t you think that sounds a bit intense?” I swallowed. My voice sounded tight
and high. “Violent, even?”
“What did you
expect? Origami?” Stretching his other arm now, he cocked an eyebrow at me.
“You wanted me to teach you, right?”
“No—yes.” I cleared
my throat. “I mean no, I didn’t expect origami and yes, I want to
learn.”
“Good.” He smiled.
Was he enjoying my awkwardness? I tuned into his energy, attempting to get a
feeling off him, but hit a wall. Was he blocking me? His expression became
neutral too.
Above our heads,
flyers hovered at the edges of the sigils that surrounded the yard, circling a
constant threat, like giant vultures. I motioned to the sky. “Can’t they see
us?”
“Not really. They
can’t see or hear anything inside the protected space.” Changing the subject,
he turned to me and winked. “Ready for your origami lesson? I thought we’d
start with escapes.”
I folded my arms
across my chest. The idea of fighting Michael felt like a joke—a David and
Goliath joke. “Escapes?”
“Yeah. We’re gonna
start with the basics. Teach you how to get out of that stranglehold the
soldier demon had you in yesterday.” His feet shoulder-width apart, he motioned
for me to come closer. “But we can’t do it if you’re all the way over there.”
I took a hesitant
step toward him. Though I’d asked for this, the reality of it sounded painful.
“Combat training,” I muttered disdainfully.
“I won’t hurt you.”
“I know,” I said,
but I wasn’t so sure.
About the author:
A Canadian-born author, Lisa Voisin spent her
childhood daydreaming and making up stories, but it was her love of reading and
writing in her teens that drew her to Young Adult fiction.
A self-proclaimed coffee lover, she can
usually be found writing in a local café. When she's not writing, you'll find
her meditating or hiking in the mountains to counteract the side effects of
drinking too much caffeine!
Though she’s lived in several cities across
Canada, she currently lives in Vancouver, B.C. with her fiancé and their two
cats.
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