Publication date: eBook June 9, 2015 / Paperback August 18, 2015
Publisher: Month9Books, LLC.
Author: Lisa M. Basso
Rayna entered Hell to save Kade. Kade entered to protect Rayna. Both have failed.
Centuries of Kade’s demons are unearthed when he is brainwashed and used as a Fallen pawn.
In the freezing pits of Hell, Ray is beaten and tortured, pushed to her breaking point. She takes a stand, firing back at her attackers though she’s only begun to understand the true strength of her wings. A strength she will need once she uncovers the evils that await on Earth.
Together they find solace, alone they will fight.
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Excerpt
(Rayna’s POV)
Just keep walking.
One Fallen directly in front of me stood alone, not in the crowd, but not moving either. A long sword swung beneath his robe. I swallowed and skirted around him with all the bravery I could summon. He turned and followed me; I could hear it in his footsteps.
My chest rattled the sound of a sick, scared heart.
I kept an ear out, timing his steps. He couldn’t be certain of who I was, and I’d use this power until it killed me if it meant a chance to claw my way out of this hellhole.
The Fallen closed in on me fast, walking so he was almost clipping my heels.
A hand touched my back, broad fingers splaying over my shoulder blade, and my wing. I jerked up, straightening my shoulders, but never stopped walking.
I edged to the right, almost brushing the cave wall with my arm so he could pass. Instead, he turned and faced me. The whitish mask elongated his face. The black accents around his eyes that were meant to look like his eyebrows were permanently quirked. The creased lines beside the mask’s exaggerated mouth seemed to be mocking me, waiting for me, telling me I’d been captured.
I clenched my fists, but nodded once at the Fallen, hoping he’d take the hint of my acknowledgment and move on.
He didn’t.
“Ray?” His voice was below a whisper, so low I swore I’d imagined it.
But the sound, the deep, familiar tone … no. I’d imagined it.
I angled my shoulder toward the wall and squeezed between him and the rock, always moving, but could feel his body behind me.
“Ray,” he said again. This time it stopped me dead. My stomach clenched. My knees turned to rubber, and my eyes watered. I turned to meet him straight on.
“Kade?” I kept my voice low with so many of the Fallen nearly on top of us. But I could already hear the tears in my voice.
Centuries of Kade’s demons are unearthed when he is brainwashed and used as a Fallen pawn.
In the freezing pits of Hell, Ray is beaten and tortured, pushed to her breaking point. She takes a stand, firing back at her attackers though she’s only begun to understand the true strength of her wings. A strength she will need once she uncovers the evils that await on Earth.
Together they find solace, alone they will fight.
Purchase on Amazon
Excerpt
(Rayna’s POV)
Just keep walking.
One Fallen directly in front of me stood alone, not in the crowd, but not moving either. A long sword swung beneath his robe. I swallowed and skirted around him with all the bravery I could summon. He turned and followed me; I could hear it in his footsteps.
My chest rattled the sound of a sick, scared heart.
I kept an ear out, timing his steps. He couldn’t be certain of who I was, and I’d use this power until it killed me if it meant a chance to claw my way out of this hellhole.
The Fallen closed in on me fast, walking so he was almost clipping my heels.
A hand touched my back, broad fingers splaying over my shoulder blade, and my wing. I jerked up, straightening my shoulders, but never stopped walking.
I edged to the right, almost brushing the cave wall with my arm so he could pass. Instead, he turned and faced me. The whitish mask elongated his face. The black accents around his eyes that were meant to look like his eyebrows were permanently quirked. The creased lines beside the mask’s exaggerated mouth seemed to be mocking me, waiting for me, telling me I’d been captured.
I clenched my fists, but nodded once at the Fallen, hoping he’d take the hint of my acknowledgment and move on.
He didn’t.
“Ray?” His voice was below a whisper, so low I swore I’d imagined it.
But the sound, the deep, familiar tone … no. I’d imagined it.
I angled my shoulder toward the wall and squeezed between him and the rock, always moving, but could feel his body behind me.
“Ray,” he said again. This time it stopped me dead. My stomach clenched. My knees turned to rubber, and my eyes watered. I turned to meet him straight on.
“Kade?” I kept my voice low with so many of the Fallen nearly on top of us. But I could already hear the tears in my voice.
Lisa M. Basso was born and raised in San Francisco, California. She is a lover of books, video games, animals, and baking (not baking with animals though). As a child she would crawl into worlds of her own creation and get lost for hours. Her love for YA fiction started with a simple school reading assignment: S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders. When not reading or writing she can usually be found at home with The Best Boyfriend that Ever Lived ™ and her two darling (and sometimes evil) cats, Kitties A and B.
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Giveaway (Winner will be drawn July 3, 2015)
· Five (5) winners will receive a digital copy of A Matter of Time by Lisa M. Basso (INT)
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