Blurb: Ally
Watson struggles to live with the choices she made, the worst of which resulted
in her soul mate's death. Michael’s sacrifice to save the girl he loved may
have reversed the Apocalypse, but not the permanent damage inflicted by living
with his loss.
Ally begins a journey where she soon discovers
that death is not always the end, but sometimes the very beginning. With old
friends, she journeys to the Nosferatu Nation where she meets with new
alliances willing to help her in her quest to defeat the Devourer. At
every turn, Ally unearths secrets that threaten to destroy those she loves.
The second installment of The Vulcan Legacies
series will put Ally to the ultimate test, forcing her to face her fears and
the true destiny she will fulfill as Azrael, the Seraph of Death.
Excerpt 1:
Ally
quietly turned to leave but stopped as she heard Marik.
“No,
please. Don’t…go,” Marik said.
Something
grabbed hold of Ally’s chest. She stood still trying to understand what she was
feeling inside. This didn’t sound like the Marik she knew. He sounded wounded,
weak, vulnerable—all the things Ally felt. She shook her head, trying to rid
herself of the conflict she struggled with now.
“Ally…”
Marik whispered.
“You
called me Ally. The Devourer refused to call me by my name,” Ally said. She
didn’t know why she responded to him. He didn’t deserve words or kindness, but
there was something in her that was drawn to him.
“Ally,
I will not ask your forgiveness. I…don’t deserve it,” Marik said between
breaths. He struggled to push himself up into a sitting position, wincing as he
did. “But I will tell you,” Marik cleared his throat, “I am…so very sorry.”
“Sorry
is not enough,” Ally said. She moved in closer. She lowered herself to the
floor, to where she was eye level with him. She circled her fingers around the
bars. “Sorry will never bring Michael back,” she said. She didn’t know where
the words were coming from but she continued. “Sorry will never be enough to
pay for the sins we both committed together.”
“You
are blameless,” Marik said. “You didn’t…know. I did and I let him…take me.”
Ally
didn’t move away as Marik scooted across the cell floor closer to her. The only
things separating them were the thick steel bars. Ally truly had no fear left.
It was simply gone.
“Was
there truth to anything you ever said to me? Or was it the Devourer the entire
time masked as you?” Ally asked.
Marik
was mere inches from her. He raised his hand and swept his raven black hair
from his eyes. Ally had nearly forgotten how piercing blue his eyes were.
She
stared into their icy blue depths. They reminded her of winter. They were cold,
like frost over ice. They reminded her of Michael, too. She felt as though she
were truly looking at Marik for the first time. Even through the moonlight, she
could see the resemblance. If Michael had had black hair like Marik’s they
would have been nearly identical. It was painful staring into his eyes, to see
how his skin was stretched over his cheek bones. She could see more than a
craving for blood, the sustenance the Nosferatu required, in his gaze. There
was another hunger there. Something different and unlike anything Ally had seen
in their depths before. But her gaze never wavered. Ally didn’t flinch under
his heated gaze.
Marik
reached through the bars, gently brushing his fingertips against Ally’s hand.
She
didn’t jerk away. She looked down to where his skin touched hers. Ally looked
back up, as a single crimson red tear slid down his cheek.
“The
Authority help me, but I never lied about the way I felt and still feel about
you.”
Author
Bio:
By age
5, Sasha Hibbs' favorite movie was Gone With the Wind. By age 12, she completed
her 7th grade book report on the sequel, Scarlett. By 18, she met and married
her very own Mr. Rhett Butler and as it turns out, she never had to worry about
going back to Tara to win the love of her life back. Fortunately, he stuck with
her.
With a
love of all things paranormal, the ambiance of the South with its gigantic
antebellum mansions and canopies of Spanish moss, and a love for her husband’s
rich storytelling of blacksmiths and the mythology surrounding their origins,
it wasn’t long until the world of her debut novel, Black Amaranth, was born.
When not
working her day job as a nurse, you can find Sasha dreaming of her next beach
trip, reading the latest YA novel, and drinking more white chocolate mocha than
she should.
Sasha
lives in mountainous West Virginia with her husband, Tim, and their two
daughters, Aeliza and Ava. She is currently hard at work on book two in The
Vulcan Legacies series.
Contact
info:
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@SashaHibbs
