For those of you who like my retold fairy tales and have been waiting on the last few books, I’m almost done… Furious Fire, book 8 in the Grimm’s Circle series, will be reissuing next week.
He is the love of all her lives…
Thomas Finn, troublemaker, gunslinger, guardian angel…loner. More than a hundred and fifty years ago, he was shot in the back then brought back to life just in time to watch a demon masquerading as his best friend kill the love of his life.
Now, as a Grimm, he satisfies his need for vengeance hunting down demons like the ones that took Rebecca from him. His mission: kill as many as he can, then, when the time comes, go down in a blaze of glory. But with each kill, he comes closer to a line no angel should cross.
Her name was Rebecca. Then it was Tilly. Then Ada. Now, Kalypso. She’s lived so many lives, she can’t even remember when or why it started. All she knows is, she’s always searching for a man with golden eyes that make her burn. And when she finds him—as she always does—she knows that spark of joy means she’s only seconds away from death…again.
This time will be no different…unless something breaks the cycle once and for all.
Warning: Contains the Groundhog Day of star-crossed lovers, a pissed-off guardian angel, a demon-hunter with an axe to grind, and the battle to end all battles. Be warned…there’s pain ahead in this book.
Oh, and that HEA finally happens. For these two, anyway.
This book has been previously published, but it has been edited and revised with several new scenes added.
It cut me, like a blade. For one moment, he stared at me and I felt a connection that reverberated all the way down to my soul.
In the next moment, as though all the light in him had been eradicated, his features became shuttered and the fiery gold of his eyes became cold.
I couldn’t remember a time in my life—this time or the others—when I felt so thoroughly rejected.
I tried to console myself with the plain and simple truth that he likely didn’t know me. I looked nothing like the girl he’d known—and in truth, I really wasn’t her. There were bits and pieces of her in me, but each life I’d lived had twisted, fractured, then remade the parts of me.
I was a far cry from that girl.
Then…he’d called me Becky.
Another fragment of memory came free and I remembered.
I’d been Rebecca and he’d been all I’d ever wanted.
At least that much hadn’t changed.
But everything else had.
I wasn’t her anymore.
I was too hard.
I’d seen too much. I knew too much.
Still, I remembered…and even now, more and more memories broke free. The sound of his voice, teasing me as we raced our horses.
Indistinct echoes of another voice, just as teasing—