What happens when your son turns homicidal overnight and your husband disappears on his way to work? Do you cower in fear or fight for your life? Madison Wescott fights against the odds. Distrustful of a God she doesn't believe in, she finds herself face-to-face with a world she didn't know existed and discovers her own soul is darkened with demonic connections.
With good intentions or demonic design?
Phoenix Birmingham bursts into Madison's life in a whirlwind of sarcasm and sexual appeal. A hero for the masses - and for her jaded heart - but few will ever know the sacrifices he has made or the sacrifices to come. Discovering her entire life has been influenced by multifaceted paranormal beings, Madison is determined to defeat the apocalyptic blueprint fate has decreed, but only one man dares to challenge the supernatural forces manipulating them. Even with Phoenix's aid, can destiny be denied? Or will demonic design prevail while they pay the crucial price with their souls?
In a small, sleepy Alabama town the battle for mankind’s liberty has begun...
Madison touched her throat, shocked when her fingers came away smeared with blood.
"May I?" He held up the medical supplies.
She nodded and watched as he doused gauze with antiseptic. "Dr. Nix at your service." He gave her a grin and two adorable dimples charmed her where words failed.
Madison rolled her eyes, and tipped her head to the side to give him better access. He brushed her hair off her neck, back behind her shoulder. Such a simple gesture, yet it felt terribly personal. The air grew thick and sticky with her awareness of him. She shifted in her seat and crossed her legs.
Madison stared into his eyes. Green. His eyes were green, gorgeous and intense, with ridiculously long eyelashes women would dream about having. If they didn't, they should. A flicker of compassion, concern, and something else she couldn't identify flashed in his eyes.
"Ready?" The husky tenor of his voice forced her gaze to shift to his mouth. Nice, sexy lips, designed for kissing. She gave a mental shake but couldn't resist wondering how his mouth would feel on hers.
"Madison?" Humor deepened his voice, a touch of a smile tilted the edges of the lips she'd been fantasizing about, and she realized she still stared at them. "You ready?" he asked again, and her eyes widened in embarrassment over her foolish stupor.
She swallowed hard.
"Yeah." She whispered past the lump in her throat, and forced her vision to lock on the wall over his shoulder. Good God, what was wrong with her? Her pulse throbbed like crazy, and she felt woozy.
Loss of blood!
Must be why she reacted that way. No other explanation made sense.
Even though the antiseptic stung like hell, the gentle touch coming from such a gruff man surprised her. "It's not bad." He dabbed the blood away. "Just a nick."
Well, she could nix the blood loss theory. Exhaustion and stress were the only other excuses she could come up with. "I've suffered worse." Her voice sounded off, kind of hoarse. She tried to clear her throat delicately, but he must have noticed her unease, because his perceptive gaze met hers. Again, she thought she caught the edge of concern in his scrutiny.
"This isn't the first time he's attacked you?"
"No. It's the first time he's tried to seriously kill me, though." She sighed as she closed her eyes, ready to give up fighting, the sudden tears threatening to fall. Okay, woozy and acting strange because of strain...not because of him. Seriously, as far as first impressions went, she wasn't impressed.
About the Author
Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a "normal" person in southern society. When not writing, she's a full-time basketball/lacrosse/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship with her muse, "Dom", but credits all of her creative success to his brilliant mind. She's addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football, and coffee...addictions are not necessarily in order of priotry. She's convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs and Dom's aggressive demands.
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Demons, angels, lords of hell, and other various supernatural creatures (along with those who hunt them) make an appearance as they fight it out for dominance and love, and I'm left with a strong desire to find out what happens next. And a strong desire for Zen, but that's beside the point.
The only thing I think that might possibly give a reader any pause is that there is strong language and a scene or two that could cause triggers. None of this bothered me, personally, and I LOVED IT. If you don't have a problem with that either, I strongly urge you to get a copy and dive in!
Bob says: 5 Platypires!