Book Description:
After three years caring for her dying mother, Layla Callaway learns she was adopted under unusual circumstances. Following a cryptic message to seek her birth family in Oregon, Layla uproots her lonely life, quickly finding she descends from witches and wizards. Magic is in her blood, and a handsome family friend is eager to prove it. Through a ring imprinted with her birth parents’ memories, Layla’s enigmatic past comes to light, presenting possibilities and trials more chimerical than her wildest dreams.
The Guardian
Quin’s natural charisma yields plenty of witches, but he longs for the lost witch – the mysterious Layla. He's dreamed about her his entire life, envisioning the day he would lay eyes on her face and aura. When that day arrives, not only is he breathless, he’s confronted with the challenge of a lifetime – an innate need to keep her safe and forever by his side.
The Hunter
Employing fiendish manipulation and manpower, Agro uses the arcane force of others to elevate his supremacy and wealth. Nothing pleases him more than latching on to a mystical vein, and never has there been a more enticing source. The divine witch will be his.
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I'm a small town girl with big dreams and a wild imagination. I'm addicted to coffee and writing. The combination is my idea of heaven. I read every day, if only to my young son, whom I hope to someday inspire with my passion for writing.
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Excerpt
Quin stared at Layla’s closed door for a long time before walking
away, trying to absorb and accept reality. Not an easy thing to do when reality
had once seemed impossible.
The further away he traveled, the quicker his steps became, his
muscles tense and edgy as he leaped over a railing and down the stairwell. He
had no idea how this would play out, which pissed him off. One wrong move and
she could flee.
He was within sight of the front desk, but he didn’t slow down.
“What’s going on, Quin?” Dion asked. “Who is she?”
“She’s harmless,” he assured. “But you need to keep this meeting to
yourself. If she leaves, call me. See you tomorrow.” Then he was out the door.
He looked around, finding the parking lot deserted, so he dug into the
bag at his waist, pulling out a black velvet cloak much larger than the satchel
from which it came. Within seconds he was bathed in black, practically
invisible. Then he shot into the air on wings of magic.
A profusion of thoughts swarmed his head as he flew northeast, and he
paid close attention to all of them, determined to handle the situation as
wisely as possible.
He knew it was her as soon as
she said her name; though he’d already been clued in by her honey voice and
astounding beauty. Further questioning was unnecessary, but on this he couldn’t
be negligent, so he’d found out more, and all of it fit. After twenty-one years
of silence, Layla had returned.
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Thank you for featuring Descension!
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