The Mortal Fires
By Anna Durand
Published November 14th 2017
By Jacobsville Books
A pragmatic human gifted with powerful magic...
Lindsey Porter may be a mere mortal, but six weeks ago she proved
Lindsey Porter may be a mere mortal, but six weeks ago she proved
she's a force
to be reckoned with after destroying the mad king of
the sylphs. Now she's
stuck with magical powers she doesn't
understand and isn't sure she wants.
Worse, someone has begun
kidnapping and murdering young women, all of whom bear
an
eerie resemblance to Lindsey.
An enemy fueled by stolen magic...
Someone with immense power has set his sights on destroying
An enemy fueled by stolen magic...
Someone with immense power has set his sights on destroying
Nevan. Lindsey will
risk everything to unmask the perpetrator, yet
discovering the truth will test
Nevan and Lindsey's powerful bond
like never before. As dire events converge on
them, Lindsey's only
hope for saving her lover and herself may lie in the
ragtag allies
they assemble to battle their most frightening enemy yet.
Oh My Gods. What a book!
This was one amazing
book. The first book was great but this one was
phenomenal. It was so full of amazing things. It was
even better written and
thought out.
This is Lindsay's Continuing
Story. You would think now
that the evil it was gone that they could get a
break. But
unfortunately now there's an even bigger threat to their
lives and
their love. One of their biggest problems is the
Tribunal as they do not want
their King to marry a mere
mortal. But with the new threat and the sudden
appearance of Nevins wife they are at a loss as to what
to do. And man is that
woman evil. Unfortunately in this
book someone will die and it'll be up to
Lindsay to see if
she can save them all is she comes to terms with being
the
Janusite. She now even has a familiar and wait to
you meet Max. He may be cute
when he shows up, but
when he manifest himself and shows his true self to her.
Let’s
just say Nevan will not be happy at all. I so hope
there is going to be a third
book because I do not want
to say goodbye to these characters yet.
Now before I ruin this for
you I will leave off. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do
like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like
it
when you do; they value your opinions too.
A
breeze wafted past me, carrying with it a faint and unpleasant odor reminiscent
of ammonia. It dissipated in seconds, though, and I hadn’t gotten a good enough
whiff to identify the smell.
I
turned in a circle within the vortex, scanning the woods for the source of the
false sensation that had drawn me here. The woods were quiet—too quiet. No
chattering squirrels or rustling of the wind through the leaves.
How
could someone or something fool me into thinking Nevan was coming? My
connection with him fueled the sensation. I had no similar connection with any
other living thing. Of course, I was living among magical beings who sneaked
into the mortal realm undercover, often posing as mortals. I had no clue how
many elementals walked among us mere mortals.
Twigs
cracked at my left one after another, amid stumbling footfalls and the panting,
whimpering breaths of a distressed individual.
I
spun toward the sound and shoved my hand under my shirt to close it around the
grip of the handgun holstered inside the waistband of my jeans. The Bond Arms
Mini derringer was small enough to fit inside my palm but let me fire .357
rounds as well as shotgun shells, thanks to its interchangeable barrels. I
hoped I wouldn’t need either today, but I rested my hand on the gun just in
case.
A
girl staggered out of the woods and stopped several feet away, her body
shaking, eyes wild and golden brown hair disheveled. Her large blue eyes
flicked to me, and she froze. Her pallid skin grew whiter.
“Lindsey,”
the girl said, her voice dry and brittle.
“Do
I know you?” Pretty sure I didn’t, but she gaped at me like I was her long-lost
relative.
A
chill swept over my skin. This girl resembled me. Not like we were twins, but
enough we could’ve passed for sisters. The pale girl gasping for air was more
slender, where I had curves, and looked younger but otherwise…
The
girl scuffled closer and stretched out one ghost-white, dirt-encrusted hand to
me. Her face had transformed into a mask, as if she were drugged or entranced.
“You
don’t belong,” she intoned. “You never will. Accept your fate or the forces
allying against you will consume your power and your soul.”
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·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Anna Durand ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·
Anna Durand is an award-winning, bestselling author
of sizzling romances, including the Hot Scots series.
She loves writing about spunky heroines and hunky
heroes, in settings as diverse as modern Chicago and
the fairy realm. Making use of her master's in library
science, she owns a cataloging services company that
caters to indie authors and publishers. In her free time,
you'll find her binge-listening to audiobooks, playing
with puppies, or crafting jewelry.
of sizzling romances, including the Hot Scots series.
She loves writing about spunky heroines and hunky
heroes, in settings as diverse as modern Chicago and
the fairy realm. Making use of her master's in library
science, she owns a cataloging services company that
caters to indie authors and publishers. In her free time,
you'll find her binge-listening to audiobooks, playing
with puppies, or crafting jewelry.
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