Author: Cindy Paterson
Genre: Fantasy/Paranormal/Romance
Synopsis:
His code of honor was respected without question, until he consumed the blood of an enemy in exchange for a mortal woman to be set free from certain slavery.
He can’t forget her
Despite knowing, he will be imprisoned and put to death if caught, Balen, a fierce Senses Tracker, returns to Toronto to find the mortal woman, Danielle, he left behind two years ago. Haunted with memories of the torture they endured in the hands of a Senses enemy, Balen’s determination to see her again, drives him to risk everything. But when he does, a new enemy comes into play, one he can’t defeat.
To conquer the wrath of fear
Determined to find some sort of peace after her abduction, Danielle finds solace in painting a man from her nocturnal unconsciousness. When he comes knocking on her door, her world is shattered and Danielle must face her worst fears in order to survive what is coming after them. It won’t stop. It can’t. For the ancient spell has no compassion.
A journey of tenacious desire that refuses to fade even though that is what will destroy them. Because—in order for Danielle to live, first she must die.
My Review:
What a tornado of events..If there is one phrase to describe the book,that would be it..
I have to say the beginning didn't have me hooked..But,as the story kept going,I was literally hanging by the words..I couldn't read fast enough to see what would happen next..And that doesn't happen very often..
Danielle and Balen,Keir and Anstice,Walleron and Delara and Kilter are such amazing characters..They have so many layers that you don't know what they'll do or say next..Or what they've done in the past...
It's a really great story in the fantasy/paranormal/vampire-ish world..
I can't wait to read the next book of the series..It is THAT good..
Unpredictable.Seriously Fast n Furious.Leaves you hanging for more Senses
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Author Bio:
I am Xamien's secret lover.
Well, in my head I am and since I'm single this is completely allowed. Some
of you may ask, who is Xamien, don't worry you will meet him soon enough,
but no falling in love with him. He is all mine.
Writing books is a fantastic
way to have adventures that are impossible to have otherwise. I mean do you
really want to fall in love with Waleron? He is so unstable and would never
pick up after your dogs or clean the litter box. Not to mention the fact
that he is always out killing disgusting grave robbing bug people.
Curling up with a good book
and losing yourself to another time and place is the greatest reward. Being
able to feel a character's emotions, their fears, pain and love. Now that is
incredible. I relish in the books that stay with me long after they have
ended. This is what I strive for in my writing. To give the readers, and
myself, an escape into another world, my world.
I have been writing since I
was twelve. My parents, sorry mom and dad, would send me to my room for an
hour every night to do homework, and instead I wrote stories. Oops, guess
that is why i did so bad in math.
I have never stopped writing
since then and never will. It's like an addiction, but a good one. I adore
stepping into the shoes of a character and deciding their fate. The
characters are why I write. I want to fall in love with them (even the bad
ones), so that I care about what happens to them in a story. If I can't care
about the characters then why bother with the story.
I live in Toronto with a
menagerie of pets that keep me on my toes.
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Excerpt:
Cold rushed over her body as she slipped
beneath the surface. It was deep, her feet unable to touch the bottom. She held
her breath, unable to end this quick and suck the water into her lungs. No,
she’d take the long way and hold her breath until nothing was left.
The bubbles of air slipped from
her mouth and rose. She closed her eyes, willing herself to relax, think of
home, of her father, of . . . Balen. Her lungs began to burn as the last bubble
escaped. Air. She needed air. She struggled to fight the instinct to raise her
head, but survival won. She couldn’t do this. She didn’t want to drown. Her
eyes flashed open and she looked up to the surface. Live, her mind screamed.
All thoughts of what would happen
if she did vanished. Live, her mind screamed again. She wasn’t ready to die.
She wanted to laugh with Anstice, hold a paintbrush in her hands, taste
chocolate on her tongue and hear Splat purr as he rubbed against her legs. Oh
God, she wanted Balen’s arms around her, to feel his lips, taste him. She
wanted to love him with all her heart for as long as they had.
And then . . . then he was there,
arms wrapping around her waist, holding her immobile, his hand on her head,
keeping her beneath the surface. She looked up at him and saw the tortured
green eyes staring, his wet hair, that same look she had captured in all her
paintings.
She was crying inside, so afraid.
Afraid to suffer. Afraid to die.
He crushed her body up against
his chest, hiding her face in his shoulder. She felt his tension, every muscle
reacting to the natural urgency to save her. He curled his fingers into her
hair and kept her struggling body from surfacing.
She couldn’t hold her breath any
longer. Panic seized every part of her mind and body. She felt his arm tighten
around her waist and his hand stroke the back of her neck. Her legs kicked, her
body reacting to the urgency, but he wouldn’t release her.
Nothing was left. Her mouth
opened, lungs strangling for oxygen, eyes wide. And then she sucked in the
water.
Her lungs rejected the flooding. Pain. Her body jerked and revolted, and
still Balen held her to him. Let me live.
God, please bring me back. Pain. Agony. Suffocating. Her last thought was
Balen as darkness descended.
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