Original Title: Dark Angel's Ward
Series: Angel Warden Series #1
Author: Nia Shay
Publisher: Self (Moonwild Press)
Genre: Contemporary, M/F, Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Urban Fantasy
“Sound and fury,” I murmured aloud.
Nia Shay is a reclusive weirdo who lives in a tiny concrete box in the middle of the Arizona desert. (No, seriously.) In between dealing with mild OCD and an epic caffeine addiction, she finds time to mold the voices in her head into cohesive sarcastic remarks, and sometimes even a story or two. She has been penning such tales, almost all of them with a decidedly paranormal flavor, since the second grade. Now that paranormal fiction is the "in thing," Nia has decided to overcome her extreme distaste for trends and jump on the ol' bandwagon. Join her on her harrowing journey through the twisted corridors of her own mind—that is…if you dare.
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Series: Angel Warden Series #1
Author: Nia Shay
Publisher: Self (Moonwild Press)
Genre: Contemporary, M/F, Paranormal, Sci-Fi/Fantasy, Urban Fantasy
BLURB
Two years ago,
Jandra Maxwell walked away from the secret Fairlight Society and started a new
life in a quiet Texas town. When her former Ward, the dark angel Zeph, seeks
her out and begs for her help, Jandra faces an impossible choice. She knows he
can only offer her heartache, but she can’t turn her back on the only man she’s
ever loved.
Zeph teeters on
the brink of madness, pummeled by emotions his angelic blood once rendered him
incapable of feeling. Driven to protect Jandra from a threat he can only
glimpse in nightmares, he refuses to leave her side. As they explore the
mystery of his recurring dreams, they discover the Fairlight Society has been
keeping a terrible secret – one they’ll kill to protect.
Fighting for
her life isn’t so easy when Jandra’s also fighting her heart. Her inexorable
attraction to Zeph may save them...or may damn them both.
EXCERPT
“Sound and fury,” I murmured aloud.
“Pardon?”
I didn’t repeat it; he
probably wouldn’t have understood even if I had. Ever since I’d read that
phrase in Macbeth I’d always associated it with this feeling. It was one thing
to be selectively psychic – at least the only thoughts I usually heard were
Zeph’s. But when he and I were truly joined, not just in body or in mind but in
the very essence of our beings, I got a taste of what it was really like to be
half angel. And I hated it. I couldn’t fathom how to cope with hearing the
thoughts and prayers of half the damn city. Except maybe by dissociating large portions
of my personality, like he had. Zeph’s mind could be a scary place.
“Jandra? Are you sure
you’re all right?”
I dragged my attention back
to the matter at hand. “I told you, yes.”
That seemed to satisfy him.
At least he didn’t argue with me anymore. His fingertips brushed the side of my
face. “Thank you.”
“Whatever.” I raised bleary
eyes just in time to see his mouth descending on mine.
Our lips met before I could
stop him, and once I felt his warmth I couldn’t quite bring myself to complain.
I ended up moaning into his mouth instead of pulling away. Encouraged, he
brushed his tongue across my lower lip, his hands stroking upward over my
belly.
My body remembered this –
his embrace, his touch. As I arched my back in unbidden reaction, he cupped my
breasts, his long fingers splayed and caressing. I gasped, feeling his surge of
fierce enjoyment as the pleasure he wrought in my body echoed through his own.
Which was just the reminder
I needed. I wrenched away from him, hissing, “You are not allowed to touch me
that way!”
“I can’t help it.” Zeph’s
eyes were violet fire. “When you feel me and I feel you … how am I to resist?”
“Here’s a suggestion: how
about going away and leaving me alone for the rest of my life? Wasn’t that the
plan?”
He sighed, his gaze going
distant. “I released you because you begged it of me, Jandra. Not because I
desired it. Your pain was crushing us, and you couldn’t seem to heal while you
were with me. But now you have healed. You are whole again, and strong.”
“So you’ve come to break me
all over again?” I accused.
“I’ve no intention of
hurting you.” He reached for me, but I evaded him. Instead, he pinned me with
his gaze as he spoke his greatest lie. “I love you, Jandra.”
“No you don’t!” I
shrieked, balling up a fist and darting forward to punch him in the chest. “You
do not love anyone or anything. You are not capable of it!”
“Perhaps that’s true,” he
said calmly, enfolding my fist in one large hand. “Or perhaps your love has
changed me.”
The tears came as hot and
fast as the resonance of his soul had, and they burned just as deeply. “I never
loved you.”
He said nothing, merely
released me and retreated to the doorway while I wept. As my sobs faded into
racking gasps, he cast me a long look and muttered, “Yet I am the one reviled
as a thief of souls.”
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nia Shay is a reclusive weirdo who lives in a tiny concrete box in the middle of the Arizona desert. (No, seriously.) In between dealing with mild OCD and an epic caffeine addiction, she finds time to mold the voices in her head into cohesive sarcastic remarks, and sometimes even a story or two. She has been penning such tales, almost all of them with a decidedly paranormal flavor, since the second grade. Now that paranormal fiction is the "in thing," Nia has decided to overcome her extreme distaste for trends and jump on the ol' bandwagon. Join her on her harrowing journey through the twisted corridors of her own mind—that is…if you dare.
Email - nia@cheznia.com
Website - http://cheznia.com
Blog - http://cheznia.com/blog
Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/author.nia.shay
Twitter - http://www.twitter.com/nia_shay
GUEST POST BY NIA SHAY - MY STRANGE ADDICTION
I've been "on topic" for this entire blog tour, so
for my last stop I thought I'd do something fun. Well, I don't know if fun is
the right word here. I actually have a confession to make. I might even need an
intervention. Okay, here goes. My name is Nia, and I have an addiction…to
competitive cooking shows.
I'm honestly not much of a TV watcher—if it wasn't for the
man and child, I'd happily dump the cable service—but when it comes to the
reality cooking genre, I'm hooked. Iron Chef, Top Chef, Hell's Kitchen,
Chopped…you name it, I've surely watched it at least once, if not every episode
last season.
The funny thing is, I'm a meat-and-potatoes, soul food kind
of girl. I probably wouldn't eat most of the things these super-fancy chefs
whip up. It dismays me that I even know what a geoduck is, let alone how to
pronounce it. And I generally want to retch anytime an Iron Chef competitor
reaches for the ice cream machine. Seriously, have y'all SEEN some of the stuff
they make into ICE CREAM on that show? Gahhh...
But despite it all, I still love to watch. Even when the
storylines get predictable—don't give me "reality TV" when there's at
least one ambulance called during every season of HK, at about the same point
in the season. Even knowing which contestants are kept around more for ratings
fodder than their cooking abilities. Yep. I tune in whenever I can, and I have
On Demand or online replays for when I can't.
Maybe this is where the phrase "suspend your
disbelief" comes from. If a show, book, or movie is entertaining enough,
not even a hint of implausibility can ruin the intrigue. It must be true, if
not even my writer's mind or my basic cynical nature are put off by it. (Oops,
I guess I've circled back around to "on topic" again.) Besides, I'd
love to invite Gordon Ramsey and Tom Collichio over for dinner and serve 'em my
nasty, greasy macaroni and cheese. How much fun would that be?
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Hi Vidya, thanks for hosting me today! **waving**
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing, Nia! I understand addiction to TV. I think I may be addicted to Paranormal TV. Though the fiction ones, not the reality series. The blurb sounds great, but the I LOVED the excerpt! And the cover is awesome!
ReplyDeleteHow many books do you anticipate in this series?
Thank you for the opportunity to read your story. I have added it to my TBR. :)
Hi Tina, so glad you enjoyed it! Right now I'm working on book two and have plot points in mind for book three, with short stories in between each release.
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