Genre: Paranormal: Angels / Urban Fantasy / Paranormal Romance
Audience: Ages 18+; Adult language and content
Publisher: She Writes Press
ISBN-13: 978-1-938314-84-1 ($18.95)
Format: Trade Paperback 6×9
Printed Pages: 366
ISBN-13: 987-1-938314-85-8 ($4.95)
On her 27th birthday, Cara Collins, a single New York investment banker with an anxiety disorder receives a stunning inheritance and is taken under the wing of angels.When Dr. Kai Solomon, Cara’s longtime friend and first love, is kidnapped by dark forces, Cara must choose: accept her place in a 2,000-year-old prophecy foretold in the Trinity Stones as the First of the Twelve who will lead the final battle between good and evil…or risk losing everything she holds dear.
“O’Connor tackles important world building, while also kicking off the story with a bang.” - Publisher’s Weekly
Release Date: APRIL 22, 2014
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Anxiety-ridden New York investment banker, Cara Collins, has little to smile about on her 27th birthday between a hostile work environment and her impossible romantic situation with her longtime friend and first love, Dr. Kai Solomon. But before the day ends, she learns she has inherited $50 million—a windfall that must remain secret or risk the lives of those close to her.
As Cara unravels the truth surrounding her inheritance, she makes a startling discovery: angels walk among the living, and they’re getting ready to engage in a battle that will determine the future of the human race. In the midst of these revelations, she meets mysterious and sophisticated Simon Young, who offers her the promise of romance for the first time since Kai.
But when Kai and his daughter are kidnapped by dark forces, Cara must choose: accept her place in a 2,000-year-old prophecy foretold in the Trinity Stones as the First of the Twelve who will lead the final battle between good and evil . . . or risk losing everything she holds dear. In doing so, she realizes it’s not just her heart, but rather her destiny, that is entwined with the two men in her life.
With permission from She Writes Press. Copyright 2014.
Cara’s chest grew heavy, and an impending sense of doom gripped her like a riptide about to pull her underwater. It was the calling card of a long-buried and half-forgotten specter rearing its ugly head.
No, not now! Not again after all this time. Her eyes widened in panic, and her breaths came in short bursts. She needed out. The space in the train was suddenly way too small. Her rusty coping mechanisms churned inside her, trying to kick into gear. She knew there wasn’t much time before the panic attack escalated and took over.
Only a few more seconds, she thought. Her foot twitched, unconsciously tapping her shoe. Chambers Street was the next stop. Instead of changing trains at Wall Street, she’d get to work another way. If she made it to work . . . and didn’t end up paying a voluntary visit to the emergency room at New York Downtown Hospital. Her heartbeat picked up steam, and her chest constricted until her vision narrowed into pinpricks and she viewed her world from deep inside a tunnel.
I won’t suffocate . . . I won’t suffocate . . . She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to readjust her vision as her hand gravitated to the Xanax inside the emergency kit in her handbag. While she panted in shallow breaths, crazy health stats from years ago came rushing back: six to nine minutes of oxygen deprivation caused irreversible brain damage. Chances were good she wouldn’t black out before she made it safely above ground. But if things got worse, she knew the Metropolitan Transit Authority had access to oxygen.
“Heal me.” This time the stranger whispered directly into her ear with warm, fetid breath, ripping her out of her thoughts. His voice sent a tremor along her spine.
Consumed by the anxiety attack blooming inside her, Cara barely managed to mumble, “Leave me alone.”
The car came to a sudden halt and the doors flew open.
Thank God! Cara shoved past the man. Clawing her way by a girl with blue streaks in her hair and a guy in a Brooks Brothers suit, Cara propelled herself through the door and into the flow of people on the subway platform.
The man with the slicked-back hair and V-shaped scar sunk his fingers into her shoulder in a painful grip and spun her around to face him. Alarm rose inside Cara in a violent wave. An odd heat warmed her shoulder as his black eyes bore into her. She could have sworn she saw light flashing around them. Just as she was about to scream, the man let her go, wearing a condescending smile. Cara turned away from him and blindly bolted through the crowd, her lungs struggling for air.
What in hell is Achanelech doing here? The bastard had gotten on at the last stop. Chamuel needed to let Isaac, his friend and the leader of the Tri-State Guardians, know ASAP that a Dark One lieutenant had just swung into town from the West Coast unannounced. Worse, the archdemon was sniffing around Chamuel’s new charge.
Chamuel cursed again when he glanced over and saw Cara Collins staring straight at him through the crush of people on the train. He abruptly turned his back on her. Under better circumstances he wouldn’t have minded gazing into her lovely green eyes, but he didn’t want her to notice him tracking the demonic energy of the man standing next to her. The train car was too full to allow Chamuel to effectively cloak behind a veil of invisibility. The best he’d been able to do was shield his energy from detection, which was good enough. Achanelech’s attention seemed fixated on Cara.
Chamuel sensed her discomfort and desire to get away from the archdemon.
Smart woman, he thought. When he suspected she was no longer staring in his direction, he turned back to survey the scene. Had she known the truth about the being standing next to her, he would have understood the sudden panic that consumed her.
Instead, he frowned, puzzled by her strange reaction. It wasn’t the archdemon, but something else that drove her fear. He didn’t expect Achanelech to break the rules and make any sudden moves, but either way, Chamuel was ready.
The train screeched to a halt at Chambers Street, and Cara scrambled her way to the door. Chamuel blended into the flow of bodies, hanging back to follow her.
Achanelech grabbed her shoulder through the crowd, and she stumbled to a stop. Chamuel growled in his throat and reached for a blade underneath his duster. Cara’s eyes were wild, and fear rolled off her, hitting him straight in the gut.
No one in the crowd noticed the sudden burst of light that flashed from the arch-demon’s hand before he let her go. After giving Cara a mocking smile, Achanelech melted into the crowd. She took off toward the nearest exit like a woman running for her life. Without thinking twice, Chamuel tore off through the crowd after her.