Death brought them together…
…Now Death may tear them apart.
After a couple blissful months exploring their new relationship—while balancing their hectic soul-guiding jobs—Deacon and Mia are faced with their biggest threat yet. Fellow Death Dealers are being murdered and the one thing they know for sure is that no human is capable of such a thing. Their cryptic Death Angel boss has some answers, and discovering them could put Mia in more danger than ever before. The battle between good and evil wages on and time is of the essence to find the killer before another murder can happen. But learning their identity sends shock waves throughout the underworld, and the threat of an apocalypse looms. When Mia finally uncovers the reason her Death Angel boss saved her from dying, her life is turned upside down… and now the whole world depends on her to save it.
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Read an ExcerptDeacon saw red in his mind. He specifically remembered Abram telling him that after that last job with Drake, he’d “have some time with his lover.” Obviously not nearly long enough, though! Now, he was back in the damn spirit realm with yet another Dealer, Roni, guiding a blackened soul to the Dark Gate. Of course, emotions filled with anger and rage only attracted more demons. And based on how many him and Roni were currently surrounded by, he must be oozing rage through his pores.
This time the soul—a twenty-something girl that went by the name of Jennifer Beck—was hooked to Deacon’s belt, and it floated to the side as he and Roni got into a defensive stance standing back-to-back. “Three at my left, about a half dozen on my right, and around the same coming from straight ahead. Thirty yards. ” Her voice had a low, masculine lilt that didn’t match her features: four-eleven in height with an hourglass shaped body and honey-colored hair that fell in a mass of curls to just below her shoulder blades.
“What the hell are those things? Oh-my-God, this isn’t real! This isn’t real!” Unlike the last soul Deacon had transported, this one wouldn’t shut the hell up.
And now that the demons were coming into view, he could feel Jennifer’s panic escalating. “Relax,” he said as calmly as he could. “Roni and I are experts at fighting these things. But we need you to stay really, really quiet so we can concentrate. Okay?”
Blood-curdling howls erupted like a violent choir, and the soul’s eyes shot wide, her mouth snapped shut. Deacon was thankful the fog wasn’t as dense, giving his advanced vision and other senses a better perspective. On his right were a few Bukarets—probably buddies of the one he’d killed. Ahead of him was what appeared to be a flock of scout—giant bird-like—demons, and according to Roni, in front of her was a half dozen of some other kind he hadn’t yet glimpsed. Not to mention the dog-like demons with what looked like a ridge of razor-sharp spikes down their backs moving in on the left. Intense was an understatement. Had Deacon fought so many at once before? Sure, that was an elite trained Dealer’s specialty. The situation was definitely manageable as long as that damn Archangel stayed the hell away.
Nocking an arrow to his bow, he focused his gaze on the Bukarets, which through his advanced abilities, he knew were the deadliest of the bunch. He could feel Roni’s subtle movement behind him and he knew without a doubt she was aiming her Kimber Eclipse Pro Target. To date, he’d never seen anyone work a handgun faster or more efficiently than Roni. She was the quickest draw he’d ever seen, and always hit her marks square-on with the lethal UV tipped bullets her guns packed. “Which way you pointing, Roni?” he asked.
“I got the doggies and whatever the fuck I’m seeing ahead of me.”
“The rest are mine then.” He glanced over at Jennifer who still floated beside him. “This might get a little…crazy. Can you promise to keep it down for me until it’s over?”
Though her phantom lips trembled, all she did was nod.
More howls, squawks, and now the ground began to rumble. Time was up. Either he and Roni act now, or these things were going to pounce. In an authorative low voice, he said, “Now.”
He loosed the bowstring and heard the pow, pow, pow of Roni’s gun from behind. With his advanced power, he controlled the arrow to curve against space and time, warping its path in the angle needed to strike all three cheetah-looking demons. Light erupted and a second later their bodies dropped. With ostrich-like legs, the scouts were already racing toward him and he released another arrow just as there was a burst of radiant light in his peripheral on the right. Something hissed. Weakened grunts sounded. But he didn’t take his eyes off the mega-sized bird demons that somehow just skated out of his arrow’s path. Pow, pow, pow. Yelps and shrieks filled his ears. He heard something thud as it hit the ground.
The scouts were closing in. With the soul in tow, he dove to the ground, rolled, loosed two more arrows toward the scouts, then grabbed the dagger at his boot as he rolled once more, sprung into a crouch then threw it. A plume of bright white flashed as he’d hit an ogre-looking demon straight between the eyes. So that was the other demons she’d seen! A handful of them too by looks of the couple dead ones amongst the other smoking, disintegrating bodies. Then he turned back to see his arrows had torn through all but one of the demon birds. Roni was crouched about ten yards out loading a fresh clip in her Kimber. Dead demon dog bodies littered the ground around her. Squawk, squawk. The scout was on him and pecked its sharp beak down. He lunged back, just missing the strike and landed hard on his ass. Which should have been enough force to crack his tailbone, but instead it felt like he’d crashed on a downy-like pillow. Jennifer. She’d caught his fall. “Thanks,” he said. Another arrow positioned at the attacking bird that had begun doing its infamous side-to-side dance, its massive claws scraping against rock. Its beady black eyes narrowed as it studied him.
That’s when he sensed more demons closing in from behind. A lot more than they’d originally counted.
About Ashley Robertson
2014 Romcon Reader's Crown Finalist
2014 National Indie Excellence Awards Finalist
2013 Chatelaine Awards First Place Winner for Romantic Fiction
2013 National Indie Excellence Awards Finalist
2013 Paranormal Romance Guild Viewers Choice Awards Finalist
2013 Honorable Mentions for the Top Books of 2013 by A Girl And Her Kindle Blog
2012 Voted Best New Author by Popular Book Blog Nose Graze
Sagittarius Ashley Robertson resides in sunny Orlando, Florida, and loves writing about anything paranormal. She also composes poems and songs, though she learned long ago she doesn't have a singing voice. When she isn't writing you'll find her spending time with family and friends, sharing personal training and nutrition advice via ExtremeMakeovers.com, traveling and exploring new places, and drinking fine wines and gourmet coffees from her Nespresso machine.
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