Title: Stricken
Series: The War Scrolls Series #1
By: A.K. Morgen
Publication Date: March 8, 2016
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Genre: NA Urban Fantasy/PNR
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It took only four months to bring the angels to their knees⦠With a virus ravaging the fallen angels on earth, mankindâs symbol of love and hope is at risk of extinction. Centuries ago, a group of angelic warriors known as The Fallen risked everything to save themselves and carve a future for their kind. Hope slips away as The Fallen and their kin are cut down by an ancient menace, LaMorte Neraâand no one saw it coming. Only one immortal can save them, and only one mortal can stand in his way⦠â When Nephilim warrior Killian St. James sets out on a quest to find a cure, he and his blade-brothers discover nineteen-year-old Aubrey Carterâa human with a past as dark as it is mysteriousâcowering in an abandoned house in the heart of Memphis, Tennessee. The corrupted races are chasing her, and Killian is determined to find out why⦠But neither he nor Aubrey are prepared for their attraction to one another, or for the frightening truths lurking in the shadows. The painful childhood memories Aubrey has buried hold precious answers. Answers that threaten to tear Killian's world apart. With her life hanging in the balance, Killian must choose between the future of The Fallen, and the human girl he's pledged to protect. Demons are rising, and this time they plan to win the war for dominion once and for all.
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Killian stepped forward, forcing her to tilt her head back to look up at him. He still seemed so big to her. He still overwhelmed her. But he didnât frighten her anymore.
âYou look tired.â She fought the urge to lift her hand to touch his gorgeous face.
âI am,â he said, the corner of his lips turning up in a half smile.
âOh.â
He stared down at her, his half smile slipping. A dizzying parade of emotions swirled through his eyes. She couldnât read them all, but she understood enough. He felt as torn as she did.
âWill I remember you three years from now?â she whispered, her heart aching with the fear that she would forget him as she had so much elseâ¦and with fear that she would remember him. That she would survive this nightmare and he would haunt her for the rest of her days like so much else did.
âDo you want to remember me?â He took another step in her direction.
âI donât know.â She frowned, confused. âYou make me feel like maybe the world isnât so bad. Like maybe Iâm safe with you. I donât think I want to forget that.â
Killian tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek gently in one big hand. âYou are safe with me. I wonât let anyone hurt you, Aubrey.â
She stared at him for a long, silent moment. Heâd promised before that he wouldnât hurt her, but even then an unspoken fear had stood between them like a wall. A little voice whispered that if she got too close, he would hurt her as badly as the things in her past hurt. That voice had stopped whispering when heâd kissed her today, and wasnât that odd?
âYou hurt me today.â
He bowed his head, letting his hand fall away from her face. âIâm sorry.â
Her heart ached a little at the agonized way he said it. As if it shamed him to know heâd hurt her. As if, maybe, he cared more than he should too.
âWhy did you?â she asked, not accusing, but curious. She wanted to understand him. No, she needed to understand him on some level she couldnât even explain to herself. âYou wanted me, didnât you?â
His gaze sought hers, honesty shining from his angel-bright eyes. âMore than you know.â
Aubrey took a deep breath, letting her lungs fill with air even as her heart filled with his confession. And just as quickly, the buoyant feeling vanished. âIt doesnât change anything, though, does it?â she whispered.
âDo you want it to?â
She hesitated for a long moment, unsure. And then her shoulders slumped, the breath sheâd taken expelling in a long sigh. âIâm sorry.â
Killian gave her a sad smile and reached for her again. He swept a finger beneath her eye, collecting the teardrop she hadnât even realized had fallen. âNo apologies,â he whispered, bringing his finger to his mouth. He stuck out the tip of his tongue and lapped that single bead of moisture from his fingertip. âYou owe me nothing.â
If that was true, why did she feel like crying?
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Misty Sulouff
3/30/2016 07:21:50 pm
Thank you. Sounds like my kind of book
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