KINDRED OF THE FALLENKindred Chronicles Book One
Isis Rushdan
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: January 8, 2013
ISBN: 9781619212893
ASIN: B009R89AF2
Number of pages: 444
Word Count: 115,000
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
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Book Description:
Serenity’s soul-reading ability lets her easily create custom tattoos. Everything else in her life is a struggle, from trying to make it work with her best friend, Evan, to nightmares and visions that make her question her sanity.
Then she meets a man who sharpens her craving for something more.
Cyrus has been preparing to claim her as his Blessed mate—the other half of a split soul that, once reunited, is his only chance to break the curse that plagues his people.
One moment, armed militants are firing questions Serenity cannot answer. The next, she is safe in Cyrus’s arms…and learning she isn’t even human. She is Kindred, blessed with preternatural powers, cursed to suffer the twin horrors of the blood rage and the dark veil.
Their union is the greatest hope for redemption in a thousand years, but not all Kindred want to be saved. A dark secret could snuff out their lives before love has a chance to unite them…and redeem the Kindred for all time.
Greater the love…sweeter the pleasure…higher the price that must be paid.
Excerpt:
The interminable tick tock, tick tock punctured her thoughts. She rubbed her
forehead, massaging
in
deep
circles.
Little good
it did against the
headache hammering her brain. Too bad
the
windows didn’t open,
she’d
kill
for a breeze.
Or
an oxygen mask.
Why wasn’t the a/c pumping out more air? It might be September, but she
was burning up.
A tingle danced over her body, raising the hairs on her arms. A gust of heat
slammed
into
her, surged through
her skin, beyond
her flesh, rousing the
quintessence of her being. Energy swirled in her torso, electric
embers stirred ablaze. An underlying current that had grown more vibrant since the dreams
now
bustled with
vigor.
A loud rap at the door startled her and she jumped. In the doorway stood a sinfully handsome man with lush dark hair. A dazzling smile swept across the most
stunning face she’d ever seen.
Not pretty-boy model
perfect, but so
savagely beautiful
she
salivated.
This was her client?
The stranger sauntered into the
office. His charcoal suit had clean
lines and hugged his firm, athletic body. He strolled around her desk and right up to her
with
casual, confident ease,
like they were
longtime friends.
Customers didn’t come behind the desk or invade her personal space. Not in her territory, where
all the power resided quite literally in her hands. She wanted to move back or shoo him to a chair five feet away, but she could only gulp, feet
welded to the floor.
He extended his hand, but her first and only chance to peek into his soul couldn’t be squandered on
a premature
handshake. Even though
instinct prodded
her to touch
him.
“Hello, I’m—”
“No! Don’t tell me your name.” Serenity
glanced at his outreached hand, then
back
up at the
heartrending face
that
made
her
legs
shake.
“Didn’t Dougie explain
the rules?”
Looking down at
her, he lowered his
hand. Something
playful
or mischievous tugged at the naughty curve of his mouth. “Sorry.” He didn’t sound the least bit apologetic.
He stepped closer, his insanely masculine, incredibly sexual body bearing
down on her. He even smelled
divine. Spicy wilderness with sweet hints of
cardamom and sandalwood.
Raw recognition poked at her memory as if
she
knew him, but she’d never seen
him before. This was
certainly the type of
man one didn’t forget. Rivulets of sublime energy emanated from him. In all
her days, every person she’d come
across
had lacked this
distinctive
quality.
His body purred with a charged current,
foreign
yet
familiar, comforting and
unnerving her at the
same
time.
“You need to sit,” she said, suddenly lightheaded,
her voice faint. When he quirked an eyebrow, she
added, “So we can begin
the
consultation.”
“Certainly.” He brushed around her
and sat in her chair.
Her chair! Only inches away. The audacity of him. Her heart thumped so hard
and fast she could barely breathe. “Not there.”
He lounged back in the seat, getting more comfortable, sensuous smile deepening. Alluring blue eyes, dark and exotic, locked on
hers. “Where would you like me?” he asked in a liquid velvet voice that poured over her thick as
warm butterscotch.
A hot flush set her face on fire. Evan. I’m getting married to Evan. She repeated the words in her mind like a prayer to protect her from
this complete stranger. When she swallowed, she realized her mouth had been hanging open. How long
had she been gaping at him?
He gazed at her with such intensity another sweet flush of heat fluttered over her entire body. She needed to do this consultation and get him the hell out
of
her office.
“Never mind.” The sooner this was done, the better. She shoved her palm
toward him.
“Please place your hand
on mine.”
His fingertips skimmed hers, his
warm
hand sliding toward her arm
until
they
were palm to palm. A delicious tingle licked up her spine as his
long, thick
fingers curled around her, his thumb kissing the inside of her wrist where her pulse throbbed.
A moan blossomed in her chest, but she killed the mutinous noise with a
harsh clearing of
her throat. She’d worked under
pressure before,
though nothing as sweet as this. She shut her eyes, determined to
do her job and ignore
the titillation of his touch stirring her mind into a tizzy. Distraction wouldn’t
derail her now. Focusing on the silken ribbons
of
energy caressing her from scalp
to
sole, she cleared
away all thoughts.
An image blasted
in her mind,
bright,
scorching:
him
holding her,
lips
pressed
against hers,
drawing her close in an embrace.
She yanked her hand
away.
“Is that it?”
His brow wrinkled.
“What did you see?”
Not a damn thing she
could mention.
About the Author:
Isis Rushdan was born and raised in New York City. She has a B.A. in psychology from The Ohio State University. Wanderlust has taken her across the globe and has kept her moving every three years. Fortunately, she is blessed with a husband who shares her passion for travel, movies and fantastic food. Prior to following her bliss as a writer, she had a bright career as an intelligence officer in the U.S. Air Force. She currently resides in sunny Florida, where she hopes to finally establish roots,
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