I’m really excited to have my new and improved paranormal series back in the world.
The books have been revised and re-edited and Najla Qamber Designs has created an amazing set of series covers.
I also created a trailer for the series which you may see around Facebook.
And see below for an exclusive excerpt!
Soul hunters sent to capture Nephilim souls never return and Ava has no choice. Return with Keir’s soul to her superiors in exchange for her freedom – or die trying.
Ava has retrieved hundreds of souls from demons and this mission doesn’t worry her, but Keir isn’t what she expected.
Half angel, half demon and a hell of a lot hotter than Ava’s usual targets. She’s tempted to get closer to Keir before she takes his soul — if he doesn’t kill her first.
As if battling a Nephilim isn’t enough, Ava faces another hurdle: finding a way past the strange human girl, Dahlia, who has an inexplicable hold on Keir.
The pair have strange secrets, and when Ava uncovers the true fate of the souls she returns to her superiors her world flips. She finds herself in the middle of a war where the lines between good and evil are blurred. Ava has two choices: kill Keir and trade his soul for her freedom, or help the man she loves and risk eternity in hell.
“So what do we do with the soul hunter?” asks Dahlia.
“I don’t know. Whatever we do, they’ll just send another,” Keir replies.
“You could’ve disposed of her already, like the others; why the hell didn’t you?” Dahlia’s frustration is evident in her tone. “That might still be the best option, Keir.”
“Maybe we should tell Ava the whole truth; you told her half of it. She might back off then.”
My body slackens with relief. No mention from him about killing me. Yet.
“Why are you questioning this? She wants your soul!”
“She has doubts. I’ve seen it in her eyes.”
“Don’t be so bloody stupid, Keir. Ava’s trying to seduce you, like the others. She’ll say whatever it takes to get you in a weak enough position. The soul hunter won’t give up on this, because if she does, she may as well be dead. They won’t take her back if she fails.”
“You didn’t,” replies Keir quietly. “You’re alive.”
Ah. More of Dahlia’s secrets. I attempt to listen, but can’t hear anything of the low conversation that follows.
A couple push the double-doors open and a tall boy with his arm slung possessively over a smaller girl’s shoulders wanders past. The adoration in her eyes as she looks up at her boyfriend spikes my regret. I can’t spend time becoming close to anybody; a reminder of the loneliness of my life. The boy removes his long scarf and wraps it round the girl’s neck, pulling her to him. The girl giggles and pushes her hands into his hair as they pause for a kiss. Stomach plummeting further, I turn way, pretending to look at the notices pinned to the wall. I ignore the rising conflict: I don’t want to grow close to anybody; they’ll die or disappear. The only person who ever managed to touch the edges of my heart was Daniel, and he was out of bounds. Now he’s dead.
Cool air blows into the hallways as the door swings open again. Hairs lift on the back of my neck at the awareness somebody stands behind.
I turn almost bumping noses with Keir, whose face is centimetres from mine. I’d forgotten the impossible blue of his eyes, pulling people into his Nephilim trap.
“You cut your hair,” I say, flicking my fingers toward his head.
“And yours is a different colour.”
Memories of the night in the alley fly into my mind again. Our bodies don’t touch this time, but the strange energy flows between us. Positive there’s a desire flickering across his eyes, I close mine. Make him move away with his tricks. I take a deep breath. Wrong move because his clean scent sends more memories scattering across my mind, and heat spreads through me.
Keir’s mouth turns up at one corner. “I knew you were listening. Dahlia didn’t.”
If he’s expecting me to show surprise and yield, he can forget that. I lift my head and poke my tongue into my cheek. “So what did you decide? I think I missed the crucial part, where you decided if you were going to dispose of me, as Dahlia so delicately put it.”
“We didn’t decide anything, Ava.” Keir lifts an arm and sets his palm on the wall behind me.
Dizziness creeps in, as he winds his enchantment around and pulls me in; his lips hovering close to mine.
“If you know who I am, why I came, why didn’t you kill me in the alley?” I ask.
“You came to take my soul, correct?” I nod like a stupid kid, the one I haven’t been since before the Caelestia took and trained me. “You haven’t tried yet, why?”
The fog from his proximity clouds, and I struggle for a believable answer; one which could keep me alive. Instead, the truth falls from my mouth. “Because I want to know what you’re doing. Why you’re killing demons.”
“I don’t believe you. I think it’s because you haven’t had a chance to kill me yet.”
“I think you do believe me because you know I heard what you just said to Dahlia. You said you’d seen my doubts.”
Keir touches my hair and the sensation sparks across my scalp. “Your hair looks pretty this colour.”
I blink at his change of subject. “Yeah.”
He trails fingers toward my cheek and my stomach tightens. Stop. This is my strategy. I turn on the seduction, not the demons. Not him. I should be repulsed, but I’m far from, and I struggle as if his hold were physical.
“Do you know why I didn’t kill you that night?” he whispers, fingers settling on my lips.
I yank my head away from his touch. “No.”
Keir stops abruptly and steps back with the same look as the last time we were as close. Confusion. Desire. Anger. “Nor do I. Next time you might not be so lucky.” He grips the handle of his rucksack, lowering his voice. “Stay away from us until you decide what to do, and then we can end this.”
As he leaves, Keir pauses, hand on the door handle as he looks back. “This won’t end well for you, Ava.”
I jump as the door slams shut behind him. Spell broken, I turn away and smack my palms against the wall, holding my forehead against the cool bricks. How does he bloody do this? Silence me? Keir digs out the hidden Ava, the vulnerable girl I buried when I left the Fated and became a soul hunter.
Whenever Keir looks into my eyes, I’m transparent. Keir has the advantage and he knows.