Yesterday, I approved the final proof of my book cover for the third and final installment of Death and Destiny, my paranormal romance trilogy. Until today, I haven’t revealed the title of the book. Well, that ends now. The third book is entitled “Of Deception and Divinity.” Whereas book two, Of Beasts and Bonds, was primarily Assefa’s arc. The new book is definitely Sanura’s arc.
She grows in ways that have been truly fun to write. Her relationship with self and Assefa are tested and secrets are finally revealed.
Check out the blurb for “Of Deception and Divinity” and stay tuned for the cover reveal in the coming weeks.
The arrival of a new enemy. The start of a greater battle. A destiny to be defended.
A mighty war, waged every 500 years, has returned to the realm of mortals. And with it, the Day of Serpents arrives to wreak havoc upon the world.
Assefa and Sanura struggle to complete their mate bond, as they also continue their fight in this preternatural war of fire versus water. Unseen enemies, surprise magic attacks, and betrayal lurk at every turn for the couple, and revelations about their powers and past come to light.
As Assefa and Sanura fight to seal their bond and love, destiny and divinity may have already sealed their fate.
Sneak Peek
The kisses began at his ear, soft, little nibbles to his lobe, then his cheek and jaw, traveling down to his neck and the high collar of his gray dress shirt. Circling back up, Sanura continued, finding the left side of Assefa’s face and gifting it with the same sweet attention as the right. By the time she reached his mouth, his hands had dropped to her hips, fingers digging in and pulling her even closer, breath hot, heart thudding and lips parting for her sublime tongue.
Sanura kissed him. Slanted those perfect, plump lips of hers and took, with the same enthusiasm as her welcome back hug. Hands moved to her bottom, pulling her into him. Hips grinding into her, all thoughts of the public nature of their reunion kiss was forgotten with the intoxicating moans coming from his witch.
For the first time since meeting Sanura, Assefa was grateful the woman didn’t wear one of her dresses, showing off, to exquisite effect, her long sexy legs. If she did, if he’d been able to feel the silky-softness of her legs rubbing against his as they kissed, his greedy hands would’ve relished taking full advantage, exploring terrain they knew so well.
By slow, regretful degrees, Assefa pulled out of the kiss, remembering they’d shared their first in this very spot, about four months ago. Their eyes met, and Assefa knew Sanura recalled the same memory.
Her hands came to his cheeks, cupping his face, voice tender and sincere when she spoke. “Back then, you were so much of what I wanted and everything I was afraid to have.”