Hunted by Chaos. Protected by Death. Guided by Fire. Terran is now the key to a world she never knew existed.
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I will be reviewing Chasing the Sun next week
For Terran, life was simple – until she meets the new art gallery owner, Aiden.
Through him, she finds herself surrounded by terrifying nightmares and gods. When an ancient evil threatens to escape and unleash all Hell, Terran must dive into a world she never knew existed to save them all…even if that means giving up her life to do it.
‘ “Looking for someone in particular, or just attempting to learn some new dance moves?” I turned to the side to find Seth, drink in hand, smiling at me. This man had all the confidence in the world and there was no doubt as to why.
“No one in particular, no.” I smiled biting the edge of my lip in an attempt to appear flirty before going back to my empty drink. Damn. Do I really need another glass? My heart raced and stomach dropped. I was tipsy, and tipsy was dangerous.
Seth chuckled like he knew I was lying, but was too polite to say so. “I see,” he replied, with a mock frown. “You see,” he continued as he leaned in close enough to only have to whisper. “I secretly hoped you were looking for me.”
I turned my face towards his, and now we were only inches apart. He smelled of fresh cloves and the sky right after a long rainfall. I didn’t know how to respond, so I went with a breathy, nearly inaudible sound mimicking the word, “oh.”
“May I have this dance?” he asked, a seriousness still on his face as he extended his hand. I didn’t answer, but instead put my drink down and let him escort me to the floor. Seth walked me out towards the center and then held me close. The tempo of the music didn’t matter. His intent was to hold me and he didn’t seem like a man that heard no often.
A heat radiated from within me. From deep down, an energy pulsed. How could he have such an effect on me? He held me close and firm. It comforted and excited me at the same time. I finally relaxed and nestled in closer. It was only a dance, I might as well enjoy it. Our lives were worlds apart. If I were honest, this would most likely be the last time I saw him unless I was tending to his yard.
“You look ravishing tonight, Terran.” Seth’s slight British accent made his words even more enticing.
“Thank you,” I said, shyness crept over me as I bowed my head so I didn’t have to look him in the eyes.
“Your makeup and jewelry are remarkable. However this stone doesn’t do your other necklace justice. Your father had impeccable taste.”
I was sort of confused by the change in topic, but I didn’t care. A gorgeous man held me and told me I was the beautiful one.
“You are special. Do you know that, Terran?” He stopped our dancing and moved his hand from the small of my back to the side of my face, cupping my cheek and placing the barest touch of his thumb on my lips. My mouth parted as the energy inside me grew and blossomed. His eyes bore into mine as we stared at one another.
Then, without warning, he withdrew his hand and placed it on my back again, motioning me to dance.‘
“Do you have plans for next Saturday?”
“I don’t think so, no.” A date?
“I have a dinner party to attend at Mr. and Mrs. Parker’s home Saturday afternoon. Would you please be my guest? I promise to take you out somewhere pleasant afterward.” He laughed. I guess he wasn’t too fond of them either. “You would make it so much better. I’d love to spend more time with you.”
My eyes widened and I didn’t know what to say. This would be my first date since I lost the boys.
“Please?” he asked and placed his hand on my face again, only this time he leaned in closer. I was frozen and couldn’t move. Shock crept over me along with the glow of my skin. And as he reached in and placed the barest of kisses on my cheek whispering, “please” once again, I could feel a pulse of energy form around us. I looked to the other dancers and no one seemed to notice, so it must have been in my head. It was a small rush of power, but tasted as sweet as the power had tasted in the woods.
Born in Germany to a Puerto Rican mother and All-American Military father, who saw fit to give her a Russian name, Sasha Abernathy has always loved storytelling and travelling. Raised in Oklahoma, but eventually moving everywhere from Alaska to Spain, Sasha has finally settled in the beautiful state of Colorado. With her loving husband, two wild sons, and neurotic labradoodle, Sasha is surrounded by way too much testosterone and escapes through her mysteriously whimsical and romantic novels.