You close your eyes and finally make the decision to end your life only to have him show up. Gabriel, here to give you a second chance for salvation. They say he’s an angel, but then again, they don’t have to serve under him. He offers you a chance to be a member of the Frozen, a group of demon hunters. Serve your sentence and you can ascend to heaven. Refuse, well the punishment has been clearly laid out in the scriptures. It’s a last chance. But when your body is frozen in time can your heart still beat?
Nye, a former slave who lost his love and was tired of being under the control of another ended his life in 1859. His stubborn ways kept him under Gabriel’s thumb and from ascending to Heaven. Feeling that a woman was the cause of his downfall he hasn’t had an urge for a woman for over a hundred and fifty years. Knowing that he has less than seven years left until he earns salvation he is staying on the straight and narrow – until a woman gets caught in the crossfire during a demon hunt.
Receiving devastating news, Kiriana moves across the country only to get caught up in the world of our protectors The Frozen. With each passing moment Nye and Kiriana are pulled into an attraction that could be their ultimate demise or their greatest salvation…
All the while Damarion, is leading a group of female demons as they try to protect the demons sent from Hell to obtain the souls of humans around the world. Being assigned to Earth as a punishment for crimes against the royal family, Damarion learns that there are dangers within his coven trying to take him down and stop him from returning to his love still trapped in Hell and threaten the love that he was so sure was true.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including f/m/f menage) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
I walked back to the main house in time to see Kanga finally appear in the yard.
“What took you so long?”
“My apologies, Yahweh.”
I bit into the deep-fried chicken leg and swallowed the greasy mess. Salt flowed through my veins once more. I whipped the bone at Kanga’s head.
“Tell me why the Dark One is still alive.”
I grabbed her arm and shoved her into the house.
Everyone gathered in the kitchen eating a sweet treat. Kanga’s body flew across the room, her hips hitting the island in the middle of the kitchen. She collapsed on the floor with a sharp howl.
“Don’t you dare cry in pain, bitch,” I warned. The third piece of chicken finally consumed, I threw the empty bucket at Kanga. “Who here knows how to shop? Who? The bantlings are on the verge of emaciation and the only thing in this house seems to be cookies and cakes. What are you, a bunch of children?”
My fist hit the pan of cakelike substance and it flew, hitting the horrid tinted chandelier, which was supposed to signify a dining area. Bits of cake splattered along the wall, while the house seemed to stiffen from my outburst.
Nemesio and Zuma were the only ones not in fear of me.
“Whores, are you enjoying this?”
“No, Yahweh,” Nemesio answered.
“I’m sure they are grieved at your disappointment in them,” Pivane deigned to step towards me.
“Did I ask for your opinion? I do not recall asking you to speak.”
“Shut that open sore that you call a mouth. This shit has to stop. We’ve lost over half in the last week. Twice today the Dark One and the female were within our sights and yet they still live.”
“Kanga, Zuma do you need to be replaced with trackers that are not afraid to get their hands dirty?”
“I injured him.”
My hand flew, sending Kanga into the fridge.
“Wow, you racked him. That took him down for all of a minute. I’m not worried if he’ll reproduce. I want him taken out! And where are the ashes? In a drain somewhere, I assume.”
“We can go and retrieve them,” Keir stated.
“Well, let me find you a strainer,” I said, my sarcasm hitting an all time high. “Kanga, you’re inside from now on. You found the bantling in record time, but you didn’t destroy the Frozen.”
“If I would’ve killed him, his partner would’ve killed me.”
“I’m sorry, are you trying to make a point?” I asked as my elbows supported my weight on the island. “Like I care if you die. You being replaced would take less than a day. Frozen take weeks if not years to mature enough to fight.”
I buried my head in my hands and tried to get my breathing under control. Someone shifted.
“Who is moving? Right now, not one of you should even be breathing until I dismiss you.”
Michel Prince is an author who graduated with a bachelor degree in History and Political Science. Michel writes young adult and adult paranormal romance as well as contemporary romance.
With characters yelling "It's my turn damn it!!!" She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have wait their turn. She knows eventually they find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.
When Michel can suppress the voices in her head she can be found at a scouting event or cheering for her son in a variety of sports. She would like to thank her family for always being in her corner and especially her husband for supporting her every dream and never letting her give up.
Michel is a member of RWA Pro and Midwest Fiction Writers. In 2013 she was awarded Elite Status with Rebel Ink Press. She lives in the Twin Cities with her husband, son, and cat.
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