Genre: Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Hutchinson Publishing
Date of Publication: 10/20/2014
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 60,000
Cover Artist: Andrea Garcia
Seraphina Cross is unexpectedly thrown into this crazy, spiritual world of Angels versus Demons. Never did she expect to meet Nate who was just a figment of her imagination until last week. Now she finds herself moving in with him because of her innate responsibility to protect her loved ones from harm.
Finally beginning to feel at home in her new house and with her new relationship. Nate begins training Sera in all that she can do, surprising even himself at times.
Just when she is starting to feel safe and powerful, the Devil finds a new way to attack her at her most vulnerable.
When her dreams are no longer a gift, can Sera control the powers needed to defeat what's coming before Lucifer fulfills his promise to her?
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/GFFT-_DAuZk
Climbing the three steps, I turn to Nate and state, “I want to cook!” as I push him into his seat in the breakfast nook.
“Are you sure?” he asks me knowing full well I have no culinary skills and we could conjure a meal in seconds. I could attempt to conjure a meal, but to be honest I crave some normalcy.
“How bad can I screw up eggs?” I joke over my shoulder as I’m checking the cabinets for a frying pan. When I find it I open the refrigerator for some eggs. As I open the door, I feel the cold hit my bare legs and I’m suddenly fully aware I’m wearing nothing but a short, sheer, silk nightgown. I’m beginning to feel Nate’s eyes all over me. I take a calming breath, grab a few eggs, and turn to the stove pretending not to notice. I turn the flame on when he finally speaks.
“I feel useless! Can’t I do something?” he asks with a smirk I know implies more than he says.
“Uh, you can make the toast!” I turn around and joke, but he rises. Passing me so close he just barely makes contact, but I can sense his body heat radiating towards me. He pops a few slices of toast into the toaster before I feel his body heat behind me again. My body stiffens when my senses begin to go haywire. Then I feel his fingers touch my waist through my nightgown sliding themselves lightly up and down the side of my body. With his other hand I feel him move my hair to one side, over my shoulder as he gently places a kiss on the back of my neck. His body heat is rising behind me as he kisses down my neck to the tip of my shoulder. I close my eyes relishing in his touch and let my senses feel him. I let myself feel him, his touch, his emotions, his heat. I can sense him, and… smell him? I smell something else, something burning. I look over to see the toast hasn’t popped back up. Regrettably and slowly pulling away, I walk across to the toaster and pull out the black bread.
“I give you one job!” I joke waiving the burnt toast in his direction.
“Sorry, I was distracted!” he defends mockingly looking down like a puppy in trouble.
“Well, don’t let it happen again.” I parentally joke back as I throw the blackened bread at him playfully. He flashes me a heart-stopping smirk before sitting back in his place while I serve him his eggs. We eat breakfast in silence. It’s hard to put into human words, but it’s as if there’s some unspoken connection in the room. One that we are both aware we want, but we don’t want to act on it. So instead, we sit staring at each other, basking in the emotion the other is giving off for what seems like forever until Nate breaks the silence.
“Okay,” he leans back throwing his arms up in defeat, “I think it’s time you put some real clothes on so we can get some actual work done today!”
I giggle looking down at the nightgown that’s hugging my body before getting up to change. I’m almost down the stairs when I hear,
“Aren’t you going to clean up your mess?” Nate asks in his stern training mode voice.
“What?” I flash back around to ask in surprise.
“I think it’s time you try using your mind powers, clean this up,” he replies trying not to move his eyes lower than my hazel ones.
I sigh before closing my eyes, trying to remember how Nate explained using them. I focus my mind on all the dishes being clean and tucked back into their little places in the
cabinets before snapping my fingers. I open one eye first to check the table, when I see all the plates are missing from the table I open the other. I smile proudly, shrug my shoulders before turning around and dashing upstairs to put on something more, appropriate.
A few minutes later, I’m running down the stairs in my training clothes and my hand excitedly reaches for the front door when I hear Nate cough behind me. I turn to see him standing in the dining room. Confused, I walk towards him.
“Aren’t we going for a run?” I ask him pointing over my shoulder to the door behind
“I’m sorry Sera, but we can’t go outside anymore. If you need to release some
energy I made a treadmill in the basement.”
I freeze staring past him and out the glass wall of the dining room at all the trees and the gorgeous cliff and my heart sinks. I can’t go outside anymore? I can’t feel the sun on my face? The wind in my hair? The heartbeat of the earth? I’m a prisoner in my own house. I know this is because of the bear yesterday and that this is for my own safety, but I can’t help feeling my heart drop and I know Nate can see it sprawled all over my face.
“I’m sorry Sera, but until you are trained you shouldn’t be in harm’s way… consciously, not if I can help it.”
I can’t be mad at Nate he’s only trying to protect me, but I can’t help the resentment I feel. I turn around without a word, open the basement door against the side of the staircase, and slam it behind me as I descend the stairs. When I reach the last step, I eye the plain cement basement with the treadmill in the middle of the room. He has set up a flat screen television with a picture of the forest, but it doesn’t help. Looking around, in this dreary training facility I notice there are no windows or air. I can’t help the anger I feel, but instead of thinking about it, I try and focus it. I turn the treadmill up and run. I run as fast as the stupid machine will go. I run, trying to escape all the anger, all the sadness, all the confusion and all the other weird feelings I can’t put into words. I run until all my overwhelming emotions produce a tear. I feel it begin to trace its way down my cheek. As if in slow motion, I see the singular tear drop all the way down to the belt before my foot extends and I step on it. I slam my foot down as if I’m repressing all the depressing feelings, all the anger I harbor. Somehow in all that is going on I realize the old, depressed, weak Sera is gone. She died that night in the middle of the street. The only thing that remains is Seraphina. She is strong, confident, and she is who I need to become. I slam my hand down on the ‘Stop’ button and jump off the treadmill wiping my cheek before heading upstairs, ready to learn how to become who I need to be.
Character Name: Jack
Stud-ly blonde haired coffee shop owner in the town of Angelica, NY. Sera soon found out that Jack had a secret of his own—he can talk to spirits. They became close friends, although that was never the direction he wanted the relationship to go. They tried their hand at dating, if one date constitutes ‘dating.’ Needless to say, it didn’t work out. Jack has pledged his life to getting Sera back by any means possible.
Describe yourself what is your worst and best quality?
Worst: When I fall in love, I fall hard
Best: Undying Loyalty
What is the one thing you wish other people knew about you?
I’m extremely hardworking and determined.
What is your biggest secret something no one knows about?
Well, besides Sera—no one knows that when I was 16 I started hearing voices, dead voices to be exact. Some people call me a medium, others say I have ‘the sight’ but nothing can describe how powerful I am getting now.
What are you most afraid of?
What do you want more than anything?
Seraphina Cross, the beautiful, red haired siren that haunts my dreams and continually breaks my heart.
What is your relationship status?
I’m working on it.
How would you describe your sense of fashion?
Business casual, emphasis on casual and sprinkled with coffee stains.
How much of a rebel are you?
You’d be surprised.
What do you considered to be your greatest achievement?
My first kiss with Sera. It took all my courage for that one moment.
What is your idea of happiness?
Watching Sera deep in thought as she curls up in the green chair in the corner of my shop sipping my coffee.
What is your current state of mind?
What is your most treasured possession?
Sera’s phone number written on an old receipt, okay, am I coming off pathetic now?
What is it that you, most dislike?
Men that fall from the sky and steal my girl... yea that’s gotta be at the top of my list!
Which living person do you, most despise?
Ugh, that Abercrombie & Fitch Angel wanna-be, Nate.
What is your greatest regret?
Letting Sera slip through my fingers.
What is the quality you most like in a man?
Who cares, I don’t trust men.
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Angel blood, mixed with intelligence, beauty, inner strength and passion.
Who is your favorite hero in fiction?
Who wants to be a hero? That’s no fun, my favorite villain would be Lord Voldemort, because you just can’t kill him. He may be quiet for a few years, but he’s coming back stronger than ever before.
Which living person do you most admire?
Okay, this is definitely going to sound super sappy—but I have to say I admire Sera, the way she’s dealt with all that’s happened and she has never faltered. I just hope that I can be that strong for her one day.
If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be?
Well, maybe if I owned wings and not a coffeehouse I’d get Sera’s attention.
What is your motto?
Never give up!
Sheena is a born and raised New Yorker, even her writing can't seem to hide her hard sarcasm. She claims destiny has lead her back to her true passion for writing.
She constantly strives to be a positive role model and writes stories that empower and inspire. Sheena always roots for the underdog, believes in love at first sight, and that everyone should have their happily ever after.
While God is currently still writing her love story, she continues to put all her effort into her writing as she is constantly getting new inspiration.
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