Evanescent
By Sara V. Zook & Wendy S. Chartier
Blurb:
A moment is all it takes. Even the strength of a devoted warrior angel is no match to the pull of love … or is it lust? Sarenah isn’t sure. She needs to see him again. The brief intensity between them was too powerful. It eats away at her mind, but why? The elements of the world seem to be telling her something isn’t right. There’s a secret no one wants Sarenah to know. Why can’t she remember things such as becoming an angel? What happened to her past? The protection of the light is about to cease, but her heart and mind repeat one word incessantly, one she cannot ignore … Draco.
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EXCERPT
The dark
creature walked over to me, unusually close, the heat from his skin leaping
onto mine. He held up his open palm. As if entranced, I placed my hand upon his
and our fingers laced together. Suddenly the darkness of his eyes was illuminated
with swirls of hypnotic colors circling each other in the very middle where his
pupils should be.
I knew I shouldn't be here, shouldn't be touching this sinful creature, but I couldn't stop. His touch was hot with a passion I had never known before, yet so
familiar. I was caught in a trap that I never wanted to get out of.
His other
hand dug into my hair and jerked my head back, his breath hot on my neck, his
eyes peering into mine.
“How many
more, ma’am?” a fireman shouted out above the sirens.
The female
just stood there in front of the smoldering shelter before her, both hands
covering her face, ashen-filled tears falling from the edge of her jaw.
“Ma’am!” the
fireman hollered out. “Who else are you missing?”
The wind
changed directions. I looked up to see another angel passing by, carrying the
breeze along with her. She raised her hand ever so slightly to wave. I nodded
at her.
The fireman
covered his nostrils with the inside of his arm as the wind carried the sultry
smoke toward him.
The female
seemed unaffected by the smoke. She just kept staring at that front door, her
apprehension more of a focus now as she waited. “Two,” she finally replied.
“Did she say
two?” another guy asked.
“Two?” he
asked her again to confirm.
Never
looking his way, she nodded. “My husband, he went back in for our oldest son.”
“Who are
you?” I whispered, my chest heaving up and down from his firm grasp on my hair.
My anger flared. I should kill him for putting his hands on me like that, but
it felt so good.
He narrowed
his eyes at me for a moment before answering, “Draco.”
Draco.
He released
me as I stood up straight, facing him. I knew who this strange creature was. I
had heard about him on my travels. He was a solider of the dark, with strength
witnesses marveled at. Most of the soldiers of the dark were cowards who
slithered here and there with little, if any, common sense about their purpose
or duty at hand. It was said that this Draco’s loyalty surpassed all others.
But there was one other tidbit I had heard that was even more unusual. Those
who worked with him, who were on the same side, seemed to like him. It was a
concept unheard of for the dark side. Everyone was your enemy and everyone
hated each other.
“And you
are?” he asked.
If I said my
name, he’d know who I was as well, and he’d run away. My intrigue was far too
deep to have him disappear just yet.
“It doesn't matter, does it?” I said.
He smirked,
a dimple forming in the side of his cheek.
About the Authors
Sara V. Zook is a paranormal/fantasy writer. She is the author of the Strange in Skin Trilogy and Clipped. She lives in Pennsylvania with her 3 small children and husband.
You can find Sara here
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After being in the music and literary field for 12 years as an agent, in 2013 Wendy S. Chartier took her passion for books and formed her own publishing company, Planettopia Publishing, LLC. Wendy resides in the Texas hill country with her husband, David, and their furkids, Azriel and Sophie.
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