Thursday, October 19, 2017

Random Excerpt . . . Balance In Death by Francesca Vance

Grabbed your copy of Balance In Death yet??

Death can't save everyone . . .

Cole Mackensie is a Reaper, a sect of Angels created to keep the balance between the living and the dead, and he knows when a soul calls, he’s duty bound to answer. He must do what he was created to do. Reap. The loss of lives often leaves him emotionally raw. He can’t have his happily-ever-after, but maybe he can have his happy-right-now.

Cole knows better than to get attached to humans, especially Ava. She is fragile, breakable, and his good friend's daughter. Stubborn and shy, she turns Death himself inside out, but he knows she would eventually want marriage, children and a mate to grow old with. A soul mate. None of which he could give her, but this knowledge does not stop him from craving her.

When her spirit calls out to him one last time, his world is turned upside down. Torn between the balance his Reaper demands and the desire for revenge as a man, Cole knows the choice isn’t easily made. Knowing he can’t fight fate, even for love, doesn’t stop him from trying to solve the mystery.

The monsters are real, and he has to face the reality that even he can't save everyone. No matter who you are, you can’t fight fate.

A knock sounded on his door, and this time a shiver worked its way down his neck at the sound. It wasn’t Jake on the other side of the door. He could feel it. Cole dropped his head onto the desk, and fought the images that his brain seemed all too happy to plaster in front of his closed eyelids. The curve of Ava’s back, arched as she rode him harder. The smattering of freckles on her shoulders. That first wicked smile.
“Come in,” he called and to his own disgust, his voice cracked. A slim hand appeared first. Dainty almost, but he recalled vividly what that dainty little hand was capable of. Bright, bubblegum pink nails trailed up and down his dick the night before, now heralded her arrival. The rest of her came into view and the Reaper noticed all the things he hadn’t when she’d stepped into his office. He’d been too dumbfounded to register anything other than her presence and what it meant.
Cole had slept with a good friend’s daughter. Anything beyond that had escaped notice. Now though, he noted everything from the boots that made her legs look even longer, to the red streaks in her hair that she’d somehow hidden in an upsweep.
How was it that the Human who stood before him was capable of turning his mind inside out? It defied logic. He was the judge and jury at the end of life. So how the hell did a Human woman with pink nail polish shake him? Why was it even that big of a deal? Because his mind whispered, you still want her.
“You’re a fucking Angel!” Ava’s voice was barely over a whisper. Insurance in case someone was listening too closely. “You knew I was Human, and slept with me anyway!”
Cole responded before he could think, “We didn't do much sleeping, Ava, and I’m no Angel. I’m a Reaper.”


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