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Synopsis
It has been six years since the Awakening and peace in
Spokane, Washington is still tenuous at best. The vampires and shifters are all
vying for control of the city and the humans seem to be the ones suffering the
consequences, or so it seems.
Aria Naveed has spent the last two years of her life
fighting to make the many wrongs of the world right, but soon finds out that
the humans aren’t as weak as they appear and may be a more terrifying foe than
any of the other races combined.
When a stranger rolls into town with trouble on his heels,
Aria finds herself trapped in the middle of a battle that could cost her more
than she has bargained for as a fight for justice turns into an unexpected
fight for her life.
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Excerpt
The light began to fade from his eyes as I crawled across
the floor in an effort to reach my father. My nails were raw and bloody as I
struggled to carry myself closer to him, digging into the rough wooden floors
with each drag of my body.
“I’m
coming,” I panted in between breaths. “Just hang on, Papa, I’m coming.”
I woke
gasping for breath, drenched in a cold sweat, clutching the hilt of my dagger
as if my life depended on it. I frantically looked around the room in search of
our attacker while also taking stock of any injuries. I was perfectly whole.
“It was
just a nightmare,” I told myself, though that did little to ease the ache in my
chest over the remembered pain. I miss you so much.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I pushed back the wet, loose
tendrils of hair that had escaped my braid during my fitful rest and returned
my dagger to its resting place beneath my pillow. Taking another deep breath I
registered a hint of smoke.
Shit!
My eyes roamed over the room, frantically looking for the
source of fire.
“You have got to be kidding me!”
I untangled my body from the sheets, tripping and falling
into a heap on the floor before I was able to crawl out of my covers and
retrieve an old shirt. I frenziedly swatted at the bedroom curtains with the
old t-shirt but the flames continued to rise. Deciding there was no other
choice, I ripped the curtains from the window and rushed to the kitchen.
Throwing the curtains into the sink and turning the faucet
on all the way, I watched as the flames were snuffed and steam began to rise.
The curtains ruined.
Turning the water off, I allowed my body to slide down the
smooth wooden cabinets until my bottom met the cool tile floor. I folded my
arms across my knees and rested my forehead against them. Closing my eyes I
took several deep breaths, my heart still racing from the effects of the
recurring nightmare. This was getting out of hand. I had thought the nightmares
were fading, but something was bringing the memories back with a screaming
vengeance and this was the third time this week they’d plagued me. I missed my
parents but it’d been over six years now. They weren’t coming back and I needed
to let it go. My subconscious needed to let it go and I needed to let Daniel’s
death go. Not the case, no, I wouldn’t let that go. But his death was affecting
me in ways I couldn’t allow to continue.
I breathed deeply in an effort to calm my nerves. Small
tremors racked my body, the nightmare had shaken me more that I’d like to
admit. My skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. A physical reminder that I
needed to relax before I accidentally caught something else on fire.
About the Author
Danielle Annett is a reader, writer, photographer, and the
blogger behind Coffee and Characters. Born in the SF Bay area, she now resides
in Spokane, WA, the primary location for her Blood & Magic series.
Addicted to coffee at an early age, she spends her restless
nights putting pen to paper as she tries to get all of the stories out of her
head before the dogs wake up the rest of the house and vye for her attention.
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