Series:Sons of Old, (Book One)
Genre:New Adult Urban Fantasy, Supernatural, Paranormal
Lucifer is for anyone who enjoys an action-packed story filled with kick-butt heroines, powerful creatures who happen to be easy on the eyes, flirt-fighting romance, and a bit of magic ;)
Well, for eighteen-year-old Zahara Faraday, she doesn’t have to wonder. You see she comes from a lineage of Light Witches, those who have chosen to help protect and serve between the supernatural world and the human world. The only problem is Zahara, like her father Solomon, is as human as a human being can be whereas her mother, Mia, and her Aunt Catalina, were born as Light Witches. As a family they hunt down rogue supernaturals—creatures who harm humans or who have committed an act against their kingdom.
Zahara’s hunting skills are usually kept dormant since her parents would prefer she live life as a normal human girl without knowledge of the supernatural world. She plans on doing just that—except when she finds a couple being attacked by fairies, she has no choice but to step in. Before she can return to pretending to be blissfully ignorant, Zahara encounters a problem she isn’t the least equip to handle: Bryan Hamilton, the good looking new co-worker she has to help train. In a heartbeat, her best friend, Becca King, has set her up on a double date with herself and her new crush, Rekesh Saint-Louis, who happens to be the most powerful leader of the biggest Imago Coven in South Florida –supernatural creatures with the ability to control water . . . and suck out human souls.
Zahara has no time to focus on how she’s going to explain her double date with her best friend and the enemy they have a tentative truce with to her parents because soon one of the members of Mia and Catalina’s coven is found murdered with a strange tattoo of a snake with wings carved into his arm.
Zahara is then thrown into a whirlwind battle with an angel determined to have revenge against God, an Imago coven she doesn’t think they should trust, and slew of dream-eating fairies and powerful Nephilims, hybrid children of angels and humans, more than happy to rip her to shreds.
Normal just got a deadlier definition.
Excerpt from LuciferZahara stared at her best friend in disbelief as she giggled. She rolled her eyes and grabbed the collar of Rekesh’s shirt.
“Can I speak to you a moment?” she asked, but didn’t bother waiting for a reply. She yanked Rekesh back toward the door and outside, fully aware if he hadn’t been cooperating she wouldn’t be able to move him even an inch. She dragged him over to the picnic table, which sat under a tree, and released the hold she had on his shirt. “What are you doing here?” she asked again, placing her hands on her hips.
“As I already explained, I was invited; or did you suddenly develop amnesia and forget the invitation having been extended by Becca herself?” Rekesh replied, fixing her with a steady glare. He straightened out his shirt and walked over to the table, sitting on top of it.
Zahara arched an eyebrow. “You can’t tell me you only came here because you wanted to see Becca.”
“Of course not, I am after all the irresistible-dangerous Imago, so that must mean I have a sordid plan.” Rekesh leaned forward, looked back and forth, then added in a whisper, “I plan on taking Becca back to the Darkling Hotel and have her become my votarist.”
Zahara took a swing at his face. Rekesh simply sat back, unfazed.
“You even try to kidnap my best friend and have her become—”
“Yes, I know, unbearable pain and torture,” Rekesh said with a yawn. “I do not plan on harming your friend. I have no ulterior motive. I like Becca; she’s bold and cute.”
“You. Are. Not. Allowed. To. Date. Her,” Zahara said through gritted teeth. Her eyes were siltted and her hands had formed into fists.
“You should calm down, you’ll end up attaining gray hair before you hit your nineteenth birthday,” Rekesh teased. Zahara growled at him and Rekesh sighed. “If I promise to keep things between Becca and myself platonic, will you call off the death glare?”
“She’s off limits, Rekesh, I mean it,” Zahara said and folded her arms.
“As you wish, Lady Faraday,” Rekesh said with a bow of his head.
“Can you cut the bull or am I gonna have to shank you?” Zahara threatened, retrieving the dagger from her back pocket.
“Drop the dagger,” a quiet voice spoke from directly behind Zahara.
Zahara yelped and jumped back, a shiver crawling down her spine. A pair of forest-green-colored eyes met hers, predatory and hard. She was surprised he had a blue Mohawk, and both his ears were pierced with crosses hanging from them. An orange tank declaring in bold letters ‘Fiction is Truth,’ hugged his defined chest, while a pair of black and gray checkered jeans covered his legs. He wore a pair of black and orange Converse and a black watch in the shape of a fang on his wrist.
“Zahara, meet my right hand, Leanian,” Rekesh introduced.
“Nice to meet His Creepiness,” Zahara said with a sneer. “In case your douchebag of a boss has never told you, sneaking up on a girl with a blade is never a nice way of saying hello.”
Leanian remained unmoving, staring intently at Zahara.
“Oookay then,” Zahara said, turning back around to face Rekesh. “Silent type, fits the whole Imago persona well.”
“Leanian is the more hands-on type, which proves to be far more beneficial.” Rekesh eyed the dagger in Zahara’s hand. “If you’re still planning on shanking me, I suggest you change your mind. Leanian would most likely break every bone in your arm before you took a step in my direction,” he said, not as a promise, but as a fact.
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