Years after my first published book, Enchanter, was published, I set aside the sequels until I felt ready to finish the other two books in the trilogy. Once the rights were reverted back to me, I was once again confident enough as a writer to finish the trilogy. Today, I’m happy to present the release for book 2 of the Giver of Life trilogy, Enchantress.
Continue reading for a little more info on the book.
The Giver of Life Trilogy, Book Two
Fate brought them together. Will evil break them apart?
Leah Parker’s visit to her hometown is supposed to bring her closer to the truth behind her identity. What she doesn’t anticipate is the handsome stranger with almond eyes claiming to be her Pair.
Her world once again upturned with the arrival of the man chosen to be her life partner, Leah is pulled between the feelings she’s always had for the friend she left behind, and those for the compelling stranger determined to save her from certain death—at whatever the cost.
With an ancient evil out to finish what it started twenty-one years before, will Leah find peace within her troubled mind and heart to fight back and win? Or will her disconnection with her newfound powers hinder her only chance at survival?
His sacrifice…is her salvation.
A pair of hands grabbed me from behind, lifted me clean off my feet, and tossed me to the other side of what was once a spacious living room. I landed on my left side, the impact sucking the air right out of my lungs. White flashed before my eyes. Sharp pain speared through me as my head, shoulder, and knee connected with the hardwood floor. I was temporarily disoriented, confused, and scared.
Doubts resurfaced with a vengeance as realization hit me like a slap to the face. If I didn’t try to fight back, this nightmare on legs would suck my soul out and I’d be trapped in its grotesque body for eternity. Not how I expected to spend the rest of my life.
I detected its presence nearby, skulking closer. It growled with menace, as if to taunt me. I glanced up quickly and locked eyes with the man-beast.
“There you are,” I whispered.
It took me a second to focus my eyes on the approaching peril, scarcely identifying its emaciated form ambling in my direction. I scrambled to my feet, ignoring all discomfort for the sake of survival. I waved my enflamed arm from side to side, hoping it would deter him from pouncing. He gazed at me with wide eyes, a sinister smirk on his ashen face, but he didn’t get closer.
If you missed the first book in the trilogy, here’s some info on Enchanter.
The Giver of Life Trilogy, Book One
Cover Artist: Najla Qamber
Publisher: Inkspell Publishing
Release date: May 12, 2017
Genre: Paranormal/Young Adult/New Adult
They have a past. But will they have a future?
Leah Parker is resilient and hardworking. She’d always prided herself in maintaining a level head, even under pressure. Everything changes when she begins to see strange apparitions and hear ghostly voices on the morning of her birthday.
In a blink of the eyes, Leah’s life takes a drastic turn that spirals her into the unknown. Something is out to get her, but she’s unsure if she’s losing her mind, or the faces and demands of the dead are real. Unable to find the answers she needs, she has no choice but to rely on ex-best friend, Brandon Morris, for help.
But as she will soon discover, Brandon has his own secrets. Some of which defy logic and only add to the mystery surrounding Leah. And mix feelings between the two complicate matters by getting in the way of what they really want, and what they must do.
Can Brandon lighten the load on her by figuring out what or who wants her dead? Or will their past history get in the way of the storm brewing just beyond Leah’s grasp?
Fighting the nausea threatening to consume me, I made a mad dash for alleyway’s entrance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something move. I shrieked and sprinted faster, almost colliding into the thin man who appeared out of nowhere in front of me. I managed to stop in time to crash into him, but as soon as I caught sight of his profile I regretted not plowing right through him.
He looked like something straight out of a sci-fi movie. Tall, long, and lanky, with shoulder-length white hair, unnaturally pale skin, and eyes that gave the impression of missing irises, he was no less horrifying than the black figure I’d seen at the stairwell or the ghostly woman in my bedroom. He was clad from top to bottom in dark clothing, which gave him all the more menacing feel. As he stood, staring at me in a way that communicated I was about to become food, I could have sworn my stomach dropped to my feet. This was no ordinary attacker. He didn’t have rape or mugging in mind, but something much more sinister.