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When Candra Ember wakes
up in hospital after a dangerous encounter with a red-haired woman, she
is shocked to discover that seeing a winged boy wasn’t her imagination.
Candra is exposed to a world of rivalry and sacrifice she never knew
existed, and the aftermath of a war to save humanity thousands of years
ago. Soon she finds herself relentlessly stalked by Sebastian, a
beautiful and arrogant Watcher Angel and romantically pursued by his
darkly seductive rival, Draven. Ultimately, dubious about her own
goodness, Candra’s very existence compromises a tentative peace in the
city of Acheron.
EMBER EXCERPT
“She
is not a toy,” she hissed like a cat arching its back and
instinctively unfurled her jet black wings tipped with scarlet,
resembling an oil slick creeping outward in a pool of blood.
Sebastian
felt Candra’s weight against him increase when she leaned forward
to look over his shoulder. There was no longer merely a shadow of
Ananchel’s wings. Candra’s warm breath made the hairs on his neck
rise when she gasped at the sight of Ananchel’s magnificent, dark,
silken plumage brushing against the unsuspecting dancers around her.
Sebastian
knew Ananchel’s words were for Candra’s benefit. If it was to her
advantage, Ananchel would be just as willing to claim Candra as he
was.
“This
isn’t the time or the place for this discussion,” Sebastian told
her pointedly.
“Excuse
me,” Candra screeched from behind him, once again push ing to get
past.
He
heard her utter a small gasp and felt her breath against the back of
his neck when all the air left her lungs. Just like everything he
seemed to do lately, uncurling his wings wasn’t intentional. His
only thought was to keep Ananchel away from Candra. As soon as his
mind thought the word barrier,
there they were. He was sure Ananchel could see his weakness; his
desire to protect Candra at any cost to himself was perfectly
apparent. He turned his head to catch a glimpse of the girl behind
him, and her shocked eyes stared back at him. Her mouth was hidden
behind her two hands.
“Go!”
Sebastian bellowed fiercely to Ananchel without fully turning from
Candra, his nails digging into the palms of his clenched fists.
“You
go,” Ananchel laughed in return, apparently amused by Candra’s
reaction.
When
his eyes met Ananchel’s again, he confirmed by the way her smile
faded infinitesimally that he had exposed himself. She had forced him
to prove to Candra once again that he wasn’t human, not even in the
smallest measure. He should have known she wouldn’t stop there.
They had played this game a long time.
The
trembling began in his stomach, shooting downward like tiny
electrical pulses, and his already tense muscles tightened further.
All over his body, his skin felt like it was on fire, and it made him
shudder. He fought it, closing his eyes to keep from looking at
Ananchel and keeping Candra out of his peripheral vision. He couldn’t
look at Candra now. The volume of the music seemed to grow until the
bass was an eruption inside his brain and every thump matched his
heart.
Candra Ember used to dream of saving the world one person at a
Falling for a Nephilim wasn’t part of Sebastian’s plan. Distraction is something he can’t afford when his rival, Draven, wants what Sebastian has.
Lies, manipulation, and corruption are twisting the lives of the citizens in Acheron. The Arch is missing from Heaven, and a demon is intent on claiming the city. At a time they should be growing closer, grief and paranoia is driving Candra and Sebastian apart.
If the price of restoring the Watchers to Heaven is a human soul, who deserves to be saved?
IRIDESCENT EXCERPT
Clearly
sensing her game was up, the imposter shrugged noncommittally. “So
close,” she breathed quietly.
“Get
out,” Sebastian repeated and threw his arm over Candra’s
shoulder, drawing her to his side.
She
fell against him, too weak to do much of anything else. “I wanted
her to be Ivy,” she murmured and turned her head to his chest.
“I
am Ivy…in a way,” she said matter-of-factly, and Candra’s head
once again snapped around. “What I mean is she is in here.”
Sebastian’s
arm tightened around Candra to the point she clearly felt his pulse
through her skin. The light around them began to dim again, and she
wished for an instant it appeared by force of will as the angel wings
did. She wished for one moment she could harness whatever locked-up
power resided within her and use it against this thing in her room.
“You’re
a monster.” Sebastian spat the accusation venomously.
The
woman tutted, her expression displaying her indignation. “Come,
come, Sebastian. You know how this works for me: I needed a soul to
cross though and I like to travel first class.”
“You
could have taken anyone. Why her?”
“Why
not? I think this makes everything so much more interesting.”
As
much as she wanted to, Candra couldn’t help noticing the
familiarity between the two. She seemed to have Sebastian’s history
with unsavory females thrown in her face at every turn. She would
rather ignore it. Rationally she knew his past torrid affairs should
be the last consideration on her mind. Her mind didn’t want to be
rational, and her mind couldn’t block out images playing there. She
shook her head to no avail. All she saw was Sebastian with this
creature who had somehow taken Ivy.
“Get
out of my head!” Candra roared, flinching away from Sebastian and
pressing her fingers into her temple. The corners of her eyes stung,
but she refused to cry. The images dissipated at once, like fog
burned away on a bright day.
“Ivy
wanted him too, you know,” the encroacher taunted, quirking an
eyebrow. She closed her eyes, a lazy smile spread across her lips,
and she hummed as if imagining something enjoyable. “Ivy had
thoughts about him, deliciously dark and sensual. I can feel them
now, making my skin tingle.”
“Stop
it!” Candra snapped. “Stop it now!”
“Or
what?” the imposter mocked, fixing her cold stare on Candra.
Candra
struggled not to look away from the green eyes which reminded her of
Ivy.
“What
are you going to do? Look at both of you. You’re a disgrace. The
mighty leader of the Nuhra and the Arch’s weapon…how pathetic
love has made you. Look at yourself, Sebastian, so weak you lack the
desire to fight me, so…human. I recall a time when you would have
confronted me without blinking an eye.”
“I’m
simply biding my time, Lilith.”
He
knows her. The
words echoed inside Candra’s head repeatedly. It took every ounce
of her remaining reserve of willpower not to show jealousy on her
face or the silent crimson rage hissing through her. How
does he know her?
The
woman laughed brightly. “We shall see.”
She
disappeared before their eyes, or moved so fast Candra didn’t see
her go. She was there one minute and gone the next, leaving nothing
but remnants of the destruction in Candra’s bedroom.
Sebastian
pulled Candra’s against his chest so fiercely she struggled to
breathe, although she knew that wasn’t the reason she didn’t
return the intensity of his embrace. Her face pressed into his damp
skin and his scent surrounded her. Candra’s arms circled his waist
shakily, and her fingers swept over his back to where the elongated
skeletal structure of his shoulder blades supported his wings.
“I
should never have let you leave alone,” he whispered against her
scalp.
“I
didn’t ask your permission,” Candra reminded him. She shut her
eyes tight and shuddered, powerless against the images she witnessed
in the darkness. Images of Sebastian hungrily tracing kisses along a
bare shoulder and his fingers entwined in sheets of black glossy
hair.
About this author
Carol Oates has
never been one to remain still for long. After her parents' mad dash
to the hospital through the empty city streets of Dublin, Ireland,
Carol made her debut into the world in the early hours of Christmas
morning. Since then her pace has not slowed down in the least.
Carol was introduced
to the world of supernatural books when, as a child, her family moved
to a coastal suburb on the northern border of Dublin known as
Clontarf, famous as the birthplace of Bram Stoker, the prolific
author responsible for breathing life into the legendary story
Dracula. This stirred in Carol an early passion for reading about all
things supernatural. Combine that passion with a deep interest in the
history and folklore of Ireland, as well as an active and vivid
imagination, and Carol Oates the author was born. Carol's love of
writing about anything not entirely "human" emerged, and
the premise for her debut novel, Shades of Atlantis, was born.
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