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Fated by Liza James
Cover by: Books and Moods Designs
Paranormal Dark Romance
⚠️ *Trigger Warning: Rape and Sexual Assault. Violence. Recommended for ages 18+.
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What happens when you’re thrown into a world you never knew existed? Surrounded by Demons and Fallen Angels who seek to either destroy or protect you?
From author Liza James comes a NEW dark series.
Get to know Luna and Elijah’s story, an alliance turned into love like you’ve never seen before...
BLURB:
LUNA
I never asked for this. I never wanted this.
But I’ve been forced into this life I never knew existed. How do I begin to comprehend the reality of Fallen Angels?
I’m surrounded by my worst nightmares and greatest fears, but I’ll be damned if I let them control me.
You’ve consumed me without my permission. Made a home inside of my blood without my asking.
Now, I'm lost to you in every sense of the the word and I'm unsure if I want to find my way out.
ELIJAH
I never wanted you.
I could have lived my entire existence without you and been content.
But now you’re here and I’m hungry to destroy you.
Eat you up and taste the demonic shade of your blood.
Because even if I don’t want you, I can’t help but crave you.
I never asked for this. I never wanted this.
But I’ve been forced into this life I never knew existed. How do I begin to comprehend the reality of Fallen Angels?
I’m surrounded by my worst nightmares and greatest fears, but I’ll be damned if I let them control me.
You’ve consumed me without my permission. Made a home inside of my blood without my asking.
Now, I'm lost to you in every sense of the the word and I'm unsure if I want to find my way out.
ELIJAH
I never wanted you.
I could have lived my entire existence without you and been content.
But now you’re here and I’m hungry to destroy you.
Eat you up and taste the demonic shade of your blood.
Because even if I don’t want you, I can’t help but crave you.
EXCERPT:
“You are incredibly stubborn, Luna.”
My name.
His voice.
Undeniable relief clouds my mind as I hope beyond anything that it truly is Elijah waking me up and not Amelia. I’m still outside, still slumped against the old brick wall as the chilly air dances across my skin and the cement below scrapes across my flesh.
I slowly blink my eyes open, letting my vision clear as his strong green eyes gaze back at me. For a split second, I think I see something other than anger shining in them. A quick glint of concern breaks through but disappears immediately.
“I hate how happy I am to see you,” I mumble as I push myself up on shaky arms. The corner of his lips lifts just barely, and I’m rewarded with the tiniest of smirks.
My name.
His voice.
Undeniable relief clouds my mind as I hope beyond anything that it truly is Elijah waking me up and not Amelia. I’m still outside, still slumped against the old brick wall as the chilly air dances across my skin and the cement below scrapes across my flesh.
I slowly blink my eyes open, letting my vision clear as his strong green eyes gaze back at me. For a split second, I think I see something other than anger shining in them. A quick glint of concern breaks through but disappears immediately.
“I hate how happy I am to see you,” I mumble as I push myself up on shaky arms. The corner of his lips lifts just barely, and I’m rewarded with the tiniest of smirks.
He doesn’t offer me a response, instead his strong hands slide under my legs and behind my back as he effortlessly lifts me into his arms. I’m too weak to do anything but allow it and as much as I hate to admit it, I’m beyond thankful for it. I sigh in relief as his warmth seeps into my body. God, it’s like I’m the cold and he’s my sun. It’s an instant energizer, healing me and incrementally fixing everything I’ve been through overnight.
My breaths become significantly easier and I’m positive I sound odd as I force several long pulls of air into my deprived lungs. I can fully appreciate his scent while I’m this close to him, it’s dark and smoky with hints of pine and fire like he’s been out in the woods all night. He walks us out of the alley and towards his blacked-out Jeep, which is parked on the street.
“Where is Amelia?”
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About the author:
I remember writing my first book when I was just a kid. It was a short children's story that my mom loved so much, she took the time to get our friend to illustrate all of the pages.
I had decided back then, that when I grew up I was going to be an author. Funny how we grow up and things change so drastically, right? As I got older, I began the age old search of trying to figure out exactly what I wanted in life.
I got married at 18, moved across the world with my husband and spent the next several years trying so many different things in order to find my fit. I fell in love with so many things as well, including photography, calligraphy, music, and letterpress.
But writing and reading have always remained a constant love of mine. Oddly enough, it was the only thing I never spoke about. I kept it very private, starting several different stories and ultimately not finishing them. I never spoke about what I was writing with anyone, or very very few people once in a while. I didn’t even share what I wrote with my family or my husband.
I had decided back then, that when I grew up I was going to be an author. Funny how we grow up and things change so drastically, right? As I got older, I began the age old search of trying to figure out exactly what I wanted in life.
I got married at 18, moved across the world with my husband and spent the next several years trying so many different things in order to find my fit. I fell in love with so many things as well, including photography, calligraphy, music, and letterpress.
But writing and reading have always remained a constant love of mine. Oddly enough, it was the only thing I never spoke about. I kept it very private, starting several different stories and ultimately not finishing them. I never spoke about what I was writing with anyone, or very very few people once in a while. I didn’t even share what I wrote with my family or my husband.
I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a friend and a lover of many many things. But I am also a writer, I’m an author, and loving every moment of embracing myself in all of those things.
So, here I am today, writing this blurb about my “story” and laughing to myself just a bit. Because this is just the beginning of what my story was and is going to be, and I’m ready to embrace whatever this new adventure has for me.
So, here I am today, writing this blurb about my “story” and laughing to myself just a bit. Because this is just the beginning of what my story was and is going to be, and I’m ready to embrace whatever this new adventure has for me.
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