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Author: Zoey Derrick
Series: The Reason Series (#2)
Genre: Paranormal Romace/Fantasy
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Nov 19 2013
Blurb/Synopsis:
An
Angel is he...
From the first moment he saw her, MIKAH
BLAKE was seized by an inexplicable need to protect Vivienne Callahan, a
fragile but fiery young woman who’s awakened a slumbering power within him.
With his encouragement, Vivienne has begun to turn her life around, and things
seem to be heading in the direction of a slow but certain happily-ever-after.
But that happy ending is side tracked by a rising evil that is determined to
destroy her.
When her dark past comes back to claim her,
Mikah is caught in a whirlwind of events that lead him down a path he was born
into but never understood. Until now.
Can Mikah save Vivienne? Will his love be enough? Will he be able to
control his angelic powers and use them to protect his newfound love?
Author Bio
It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
Not only does she aim to take her readers
on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of
stories we all wish were true.
Her stories are hopeful yet true to life,
skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping
Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it.
The intimacy of her fantasies that she
shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of
suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is
doomed to return to again and again.
There on my back, in vivid detail, are two
beautiful wings with white, gray, and silver feathers. They are nothing but a
flat, two-dimensional image, yet they seem to be alive.
My knees give out and I tumble to the
floor, breathing heavily.
She is quiet for a few moments while this
all soaks in. “The legend is true, an angel are you,” she finally says.
I’m unable to speak aloud. You can say that
again. But me? Why me?
“Because, young angel, it is who you are.
It is who your mother was and is to this day; though she never grew wings while
she was alive, she is one of us now.”
Can I see her?
“Perhaps in time. She is one of our
máithreacha, who are very busy.”
Máithreacha? Mothers?
“Yes. They are second in command to our
máthair go léir. Your mother was the one who spoke to you first and, as you no
doubt guessed, she can be a bit testy.”
How did I not recognize her voice? It’s a
voice that plays in my head constantly whenever I do something profoundly
stupid.
“If you think about that long enough, I’m
sure you can figure that out.”
Suddenly I understand: She didn’t want me
to know it was her.
“Or perhaps you didn’t recognize her
because you were not thinking of her that way.”
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