Seal
Of Surrender
Seven Seals Series: Book 2
Traci Douglass
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Number of pages: approx. 270
Word Count: 72,000
Book Description:
Love, like War, will always find a way…
War has shaped every aspect of Irena
Soldan’s life—her childhood, her work, her DNA. Unaware she is
the genetic host of the second Seal of the Apocalypse, Irena battles
for those who cannot fight for themselves. As a top human-rights
operative for The Omega Consortium, her company provides both the
financial backing required to undertake her task and a charismatic,
publicity-loving boss to promote her cause. Life proceeds on plan for
Irena until a mysterious, sexy stranger arrives claiming to be her
guardian and Irena’s path takes a sudden, inauspicious turn for
both the erotic and the lethal.
Chago has always been the quiet one
amongst his warrior Scion brethren—the brooding, Spanish combat
expert with a hidden soft side. A member of Divinity’s covert
special forces, he’s protected humanity for more than a millennium.
Still, his greatest joy comes not from the battlefield, but from
tending the cattle herd on his remote Montana ranch.
Irena’s new assignment takes her
straight to the heart of a bloody civil conflict in Sub-Saharan
Africa and Chago’s mission demands he follow. Expecting a seething
cauldron of female whoop-ass, he instead discovers a harbinger of
peace amidst a world of ever-increasing violence. The explosively
tense situation is further magnified by the cunning Omega Consortium
leader, his ambiguous personal agenda, and an ancient foe whose
audacious rise to power threatens the world’s very existence.
Despite the cataclysmic circumstances,
an undeniable attraction ignites between Chago and Irena. Together,
they must unravel the ancient puzzle of the Seals and discover her
employer’s ulterior plans before they both become casualties of
War. Soon, both are forced to choose between a past riddled with old
torments or risk everything they treasure on a love capable of
defeating evil incarnate.
Excerpt: rena dropped her gaze and took a sudden interest in her shoes. Funny. She’d been asking herself the same question all night. “And Drake is not my boyfriend.”
“Oh, so he’s just your sex buddy then?”
“He is not my sex buddy!” Her sexual affairs were none of this man’s damn business anyway. Why should he care who she slept with? Still, she couldn’t seem to stop the excuses. “He was ... available.”
Cringe. Her overloud pronouncement echoed through the vacant lobby. The words sounded crass, cheap. Things she’d never meant to imply. How could she tell a man she’d met only hours before about the terror of the bombing raids? About the deep, gnawing loss she’d experienced when the Burmese school had been struck by mortar fire. About the unquenchable need to reaffirm life. Those were things he couldn’t possibly comprehend.
The elevator arrived and they both hustled inside. Chago reached to push the button then returned to his corner, his arms crossed and gaze averted. Irena shuffled uncomfortably in her own space and tried to pretend his presence didn’t disturb the hell out of her.
“Look, I’m not easy with my affections, okay?” Shit. There went her mouth again. She didn’t owe this man any explanation for her behavior. So why couldn’t she stop talking? “When you’ve seen the things I have, you need some kind of life affirmation to keep going.”
“Hmmm. Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Irena glanced up to find him focused on the ceiling. She returned to studying the carpet. “Look. I’m a man of war. I understand the need to affirm life.” Chago sighed, stepping closer to rest his hand on the wall beside her head. “But what occurred in that office was not affirming anything except the fact Drake Benedict is a supreme ... douchebag.”
Her bottled-up stress erupted into a catharsis of giggles. To hear such an intimidating guy call her boss a douchebag had been the highlight of Irena’s disastrous evening. His poleaxed expression only made Irena laugh harder. Soon helpless tears streamed down her cheeks. “I—I’m sorry. I can’t stop thinking about the look on Drake’s face when you came out of the closet. Priceless!”
He studied her for several moments before cracking a smile of his own. “You really do have shitty taste in men.”
“Beware, mister.” She chucked him on the arm, her giggles subsiding. “For a minute downstairs, I thought you were pretty hot too.”
His gaze narrowed. “Hot?” “Don’t worry. The minute has now passed.” “Maybe your taste is improving, querida.”
Chago moved closer and grasped her chin, raising her gaze to his. His thumb traced over her lips and incited a tingle that nosedived straight between her legs.
Irena’s pulse raced and her throat went arid. The scent of his aftershave, cassis and vanilla, surrounded her. He hovered, allowing her an opportunity to break free. When she didn’t move, Chago closed the miniscule gap between them and his lips brushed softly over hers.
Excerpt: rena dropped her gaze and took a sudden interest in her shoes. Funny. She’d been asking herself the same question all night. “And Drake is not my boyfriend.”
“Oh, so he’s just your sex buddy then?”
“He is not my sex buddy!” Her sexual affairs were none of this man’s damn business anyway. Why should he care who she slept with? Still, she couldn’t seem to stop the excuses. “He was ... available.”
Cringe. Her overloud pronouncement echoed through the vacant lobby. The words sounded crass, cheap. Things she’d never meant to imply. How could she tell a man she’d met only hours before about the terror of the bombing raids? About the deep, gnawing loss she’d experienced when the Burmese school had been struck by mortar fire. About the unquenchable need to reaffirm life. Those were things he couldn’t possibly comprehend.
The elevator arrived and they both hustled inside. Chago reached to push the button then returned to his corner, his arms crossed and gaze averted. Irena shuffled uncomfortably in her own space and tried to pretend his presence didn’t disturb the hell out of her.
“Look, I’m not easy with my affections, okay?” Shit. There went her mouth again. She didn’t owe this man any explanation for her behavior. So why couldn’t she stop talking? “When you’ve seen the things I have, you need some kind of life affirmation to keep going.”
“Hmmm. Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Irena glanced up to find him focused on the ceiling. She returned to studying the carpet. “Look. I’m a man of war. I understand the need to affirm life.” Chago sighed, stepping closer to rest his hand on the wall beside her head. “But what occurred in that office was not affirming anything except the fact Drake Benedict is a supreme ... douchebag.”
Her bottled-up stress erupted into a catharsis of giggles. To hear such an intimidating guy call her boss a douchebag had been the highlight of Irena’s disastrous evening. His poleaxed expression only made Irena laugh harder. Soon helpless tears streamed down her cheeks. “I—I’m sorry. I can’t stop thinking about the look on Drake’s face when you came out of the closet. Priceless!”
He studied her for several moments before cracking a smile of his own. “You really do have shitty taste in men.”
“Beware, mister.” She chucked him on the arm, her giggles subsiding. “For a minute downstairs, I thought you were pretty hot too.”
His gaze narrowed. “Hot?” “Don’t worry. The minute has now passed.” “Maybe your taste is improving, querida.”
Chago moved closer and grasped her chin, raising her gaze to his. His thumb traced over her lips and incited a tingle that nosedived straight between her legs.
Irena’s pulse raced and her throat went arid. The scent of his aftershave, cassis and vanilla, surrounded her. He hovered, allowing her an opportunity to break free. When she didn’t move, Chago closed the miniscule gap between them and his lips brushed softly over hers.
Seal
Of Destiny
Seven Seals Series Book One
Traci Douglass
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Crimson Romance
Number of pages: 263
Word Count: 70,000
Book Description:
Love conquers all… but can it stop
the Apocalypse?
Mira Herald is having the worst life
ever. Not only is she plagued by horrific nightmares starring the
Devil himself, she’s now the target of a power-hungry, rogue
minion, freshly sprung from Hell and bent on her destruction. To
complicate matters further, she’s acquired a stalker. One who
insists he’s a divine warrior sent for her protection because she
houses an ancient relic with the power to unleash Armageddon. Last
time Mira checked, she wasn’t insane. Still, all this celestial
mayhem is enough to drive a girl crazy.
Kagan is a member of the Scion, an
elite team of immortal warriors selected by Divinity to aid mankind
and save the world. After a century alone, Kagan is summoned for a
new mission. He’s eager to begin. Eager until he’s informed his
mission consists of protecting a woman with no clue to the power she
wields. Plus, his briefing fails to prepare him for his new target’s
cosmic-sized attitude problem. As Divinity’s sworn servant, he’s
required to fulfill his duty. His oath, however, does not require him
to be enthusiastic about his new assignment or warm-and-fuzzy toward
his new compatriot. He plans a wham-bam rescue and a quick return to
solitude.
The rogue minion attacks—with the
backing of a mysterious organization—and all Hades erupts, putting
a fast end to any whirlwind escapes. Accustomed to staunch
independence, Mira’s survival now requires full cooperation and an
unwavering belief in Kagan. The battle-hardened warrior is also
forced to chose: between duty and desire. Amidst the turmoil, Kagan
and Mira’s undeniable passion draws them closer to each other and
down a path neither expected but both yearn for, more than they ever
knew.
Will love save the day? The world’s
fate depends on the answer.
About the Author:
Traci
is the author of paranormal/urban fantasy and contemporary romances
featuring a sly, urban edge, including her current Seven Seals
series. Her stories feature sizzling alpha-male heroes full of dark
humor, quick wits and major attitudes; smart, independent heroines
who always give as good as they get; and scrumptiously evil villains
who are—more often than not—bent on world destruction. She enjoys
weaving ancient curses and mythology, modern science and old
religion, and great dialogue together to build red-hot, sizzling
chemistry between her main characters.
Traci
is an active member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Indiana
Romance Writers of America (IRWA) and Fantasy, Futuristic &
Paranormal Writers (FF&P) and is pursing a Masters of Fine Arts
degree in Writing Popular Fiction through Seton Hill University. Her
stories have made the final rounds in several RWA chapter contests,
including the 2012 Duel on the Delta, the 2012 Molly Awards, and the
2012 Catherine Awards. An earlier draft of Seal of Destiny won the
paranormal category of the 2012 Marlene Awards sponsored by the
Washington Romance Writers.
Other
current projects include upcoming books in the Seven Seals series and
a new futuristic suspense series with hints of the paranormal and
plenty of romance.
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