I am so EXCITED!! Book two in the Banished Gods series, The Moon, releases today! I can’t wait for you to dive into Celine and Fen’s story- you won’t be able to put it down! I've spent three long years writing these books- I wanted to get the storyline perfect before I release them, so it feels like forever to me since I started this journey. Celine is an orphan with a tragic past she's fought hard to escape, Fenrir is an immortal god with no future. When their lives collide in the most unlikely way, in the most unlikely place, they have to fight the odds to be together. Amazon | B&N/Nook | IBooks | Kobo Here's a short excerpt of Fenrir and Celine's story: Agony roared through Fenrir. He’d know the truth, the moment he saw Celine’s eyes. First, they’d fill with fear. Horror second, and then finally, condemnation. And then he would lose her forever. Everything he feared would come true, as everything she feared stood before her. She’d reject him, and rightly so. He was a monster. Bred to destroy worlds. Raised as nothing more than a doomsday machine. Born for one purpose and one purpose only, to bring about the end of Asgard, and he’d done so. Beautifully. Poetically. And with brutal efficiency. As Celine raised her face to his, as he watched the darkness swirl away in those extraordinary eyes of hers, he waited for her to pronounce his fate with a single glance. Perhaps, he realized, this was the judgement he had always deserved. The judgement he had escaped when he’d been reborn onto Midgard. Judgement much keener wielded by the one you love, instead of the one you despise. And when Celine’s eyes sharpened, when she saw the beast he’d become, the black, matted fur and the fangs so long he could scarcely close his mouth around them, the eyes so dark they were soulless, she moved. Away from him. And then gazed up so she took the whole of him in. The sheer immensity of him, the sheer monstrosity of him. Fen stopped breathing completely. So now she knew. Knew what he’d been trying to hide these weeks from her, and all of these years from himself. That he was a beast forged in the fires of hell. That there would be no redemption for him, no happily ever after for them. Beasts simply did not possess the acumen for such things. He’d tried, in his stupid, clumsy way, to warn her. To prepare her. But nothing prepared you for evil until it stood in front of you in all of its dark glory. And stand Fenrir did. Twelve feet tall and almost as wide, towering over Celine’s slight, pale form. As if in answer, she smiled sadly and shook her head.
I am getting excited and a little bit nervous! We're almost two weeks away from the release for The Moon- book two in The Banished Gods Series!! Between final edits, and working hardon book three (The Priestess), I've hardly had any time to get on my computer or post anything new, but I thought I'd put up a sample chapter and give you a taste of Fenrir and Celine's story!! Lying in bed next to Fen, Celine was quiet for a long moment before she finally spoke again. “When I opened up my eyes, in that…place, and I saw you, for the first time, you weren’t a man. You were a wolf. But I…recognized you. I knew who you were, and I wasn’t afraid.” She went quiet again. “What do you make of that?” Rolling onto his side, Fenrir propped himself upon an elbow and reached out, kissed her hand, feeling every ounce of strength and frailty contained in those bones. “When I found you, I thought you were part of my dream, until you stared straight into me, only then I believe you were real. I didn’t think. I didn’t have time to think, or stop to think, I just plunged in and swam over and until I reached you.” “And you were the wolf, the whole entire time?” “I suppose. I never knew that’s what I looked like. In there.” “How do you think I knew it was you, that first night? In my apartment, in the dark? How could I have possibly known who you were? I recognized you Fen, right away. Otherwise, I would have hit you with the bat.” His lips hovering an inch away from her hand, he smelled her skin, the clean, fresh scent of it. “I think…” Fen couldn’t explain the sense of certainty he’d felt when he’d seen her, the absolute sense of inevitability the moment the mists had parted and revealed her to him. “I think in my dream, when I found you, I was meant to find you. I think I was meant to bring you back here, and help you figure this thing out. We’re all bound together by the Fates, Celine. Life itself is a web, made up of the weft and warp of a billion lifelines woven together, pull a thread and the entire thing unravels, but tighten one up, and the whole thing holds.” We’re woven together, you and I. Somehow, in all of this, you and I are entwined. “Well, I’m glad you found me.” She murmured peacefully, her eyes beginning to drowse closed. “Are you more often the wolf? Or the man? Is that why there’s no furniture in your room?” “I was struggling with that very issue, the night I went to the Otherworld and found you. I was trying to piece myself back together.” “Why? I would think it might be wonderful, to be two things at once.” Her eyes opened slightly. “To be able to switch back and forth, like you do. Besides, you changed tonight...well, you started to change. When you were angry.” She reached up and traced his mouth, pausing on his upper lip, her fingers tracing the place where his fangs grew from. Such a look of quiet expectation on her face that made Fenrir want to run his hands over her, bury her underneath him. But he stayed right where he was, holding her hand, a respectful distance away. “That was different. What you saw wasn’t the change, it was a melding of me and the beast, an amalgam of the temper in us both, mostly me, though. When I remain on this plane for too long without visiting the Otherworld, then my beast becomes difficult for me to control. The wolf is a monster, Celine. He’ll kill anything and everything in its path. Including you.” Her eyes softened as she laughed. You wouldn’t kill me, Fen, I know…” He gripped her arm and tipped her face up so she looked at him in the eye. “You need to listen to me. I was created to be a monster, with only one purpose, to bring about the end of Asgard. Transformed, the wolf does not have the capacity to choose, Celine. It has no empathy. It only kills. You might think you know me, but I am not the beast, and the beast is not me.” His voice grew harsh, even demanding, as he warned her, “If there is ever a day I tell you to run from me, Celine, promise me just one thing.” Her eyes did not break from his. “That you will run.” The Moon releases worldwide on April 2nd, and is available now for preorder: Amazon | IBooks | B&N/Nook | Kobo
I just finished Abbie's newest book and as always, she did not disappoint. Superb storytelling from beginning to end, as she brings two damaged souls together and makes them whole. The third installment in her Fatal Dreams series, Don't Let Me Fall is the story of Thomas Brown and Helena Grayse; Thomas can't see color since a childhood family trauma, and Helena hasn't spoken in ten years, as it was the only thing she had control over in her world. Continuing the mythology of Nameless and the Bear, and some of her previous characters make cameo appearances throughout the book. Here's an excerpt: She dropped her arms from their defensive position. Even though it was dark, starlight reflected off the snow, providing enough illumination for her to see him. His face was ravaged with some emotion she couldn’t name. The scar on his cheek blazed bright, somehow looking painful. There were no words to utter, so she cupped his damaged cheek. He sucked in a breath as if her touch pained him, but when she tried to withdraw, he grabbed her wrist and held it in place. He wanted her skin on his. Their eyes met. The impact devastating and healing at the same time. She tumbled into his gaze like a free fall. Enjoying the freedom, fearing the fall. And then he broke the connection and let go of her wrist and grabbed her by the shoulders. “Why did you run from me? I would never hurt you.” Truth twined through each of his words. “I was worried out of my head when you weren’t at the hospital.” He shook her, emphasizing his words. “You know how stupid it was for you leave there without a coat, or gloves, or boots?” She nodded, couldn’t help it. Her body had been screaming that same message thirty seconds after she’d walked out the hospital doors. “Why would you do that? You could’ve frozen to death out here.” Not thinking, she shrugged. He grabbed her face in his hands. His fingers warm and rough and perfect against her skin. The world fell away, leaving only him and her. He stared into her. Warming her from the inside out. She no longer felt the coldness of the snow against her backside. All she could feel was him. Inside her. Around her. Over her. He was the air she breathed. The heartbeat in her chest. He was her whole world. And she never wanted this impossible moment to end. She wanted to stay right here. Right now. Forever. “Don’t you do that.” His tone was deep. His volume soft. “Don’t you ever act as if your life doesn’t matter. It matters.” His thumbs brushed over her cheekbones, sending pleasurable tingling along her nerve endings. “It matters to me.” Her ears heard his words, but her brain had a hard time translating them. “Yes, you.” Again, he seemed to be answering the question she didn’t ask. “You matter to me.” He spoke with heartbreaking sincerity. “How could you think otherwise?” Because I’m Helena Grayse. She slammed her eyes closed. “Stop that.” The irritation in his tone startled her eyes open. “Stop hiding from me.” His expression was tense, but one thing didn’t change—his kind eyes. “Good God. You’ve got to be freezing to death.” He moved away from her and stood, then grabbed her hands and pulled her to standing. He took off his coat and placed it over her shoulders. The inside warmth soothed her cold skin, and his scent rose up, surrounding her like a hug. He helped her thread her arms through the sleeves and then zipped the coat up under her chin. The backs of her eyes burned, and she felt the beginning of tears forming. Damn it. She wasn’t going to cry every time he was nice to her. That was just stupid. Stupid. Stupid. “Come on. Let’s get you back to the house and get you warmed up.” He held out his hand in invitation, giving her the opportunity to decide her fate. Her feet shackled her in place. She shouldn’t go with him. She should follow her plan and go find a room for the night. She squeezed her hand holding the ziplock bag, just to make sure she hadn’t dropped it. The more time she spent with him, the harder it was gonna be when he found out her real identify. All he had to do was peek at her ID card. Logic dictated she walk away. Her soul told her to stay. She reached out to him. He turned her hand over and examined the gash that had been there just yesterday but had since healed. She’d always been a fast healer, but even for her, that was record time. His gaze flicked up to her eyes and he smiled, an upturning of the lips that contained satisfaction and truth and happiness. The scar on his cheek completed him, making him more breathtaking, in the same way that a flower’s delicate imperfections only made it lovelier. Together, they trudged through the snow toward the house. Winter didn’t seem quite so cold with him holding her hand. His skin against hers infused her with a heat that traveled up her arm, across her shoulders, and down into her belly, causing warm tingles of arousal to stir. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye to see if she affected him the same way he affected her. He didn’t seem fazed by the chill temperatures. Not at all. In fact, he acted as if they were out for a stroll on a pleasant spring evening. “I’m sorry I wasn’t at the hospital when you woke.” He glanced at her, then back through the woods in the direction they were traveling. “Tonight was my sister’s wedding, and I couldn’t miss it. Evanee’s been through some bad times, and this meant a lot to her.” They broke through the forest and started across the lawn, following a line of tracks that led to his back door. “I told her—my sister and her husband—about you. They were excited.” The corner of his mouth tilted upward. Her mouth went dry, and a stone lodged itself in her throat. Denial looked exactly like this. It looked like a woman and man holding hands while they walked in the snow. It looked like everything was all right on the surface. But underneath…it was all a lie. A lie that had started with him accidentally calling her Helen. A lie she’d perpetuated because she’d never corrected him. She thought about yanking her hand from his and running, but he would catch her and demand to know the reason. Ugh… How did she go from her plan of getting a hotel room for the night to deciding to go back home with him? She was powerless to resist temptation. Here are the links, in case you want to read further!!! Amazon: https://amzn.to/2D9YOGq Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/2yBzMvJ iBooks: https://apple.co/2OXpMHC Kobo: http://bit.ly/2OSFpjw Google: http://bit.ly/2AJe4Yc Target: http://bit.ly/2zpPQAy