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And without further ado, here’s the blurb of this amazing paranormal romance!
Here’s the blurb:
Reseda Juarez is dead. Though she functions as a human, inside she’s an emotionless weapon, trapped between the living and the undead. Cold and unrelenting, she’s used as a super-soldier by the government in a special task force to hunt preternatural beings to the brink of extinction.
One night, five years ago, Kane killed an innocent and his brother lost the love of his life. The aftermath forces Kane to become the alpha of the legendary Thunderbirds. He now must protect what’s left of his family from the tribe of wolf shifters who ripped them apart.
When Reseda’s mother is bitten by a wolf, she and Kane are forced to work together to find the Mayan Pul Yah stone to heal her—the same stone that gifted Reseda to the life she now lives. But the journey is riddled with more than the wolves, also searching for the stone.
Something strange happens to their powers when they’re together, and they struggle to fight the intense attraction between them. The deeper they go, the more secrets unravel, until love is the only thing that can defeat an enemy no one saw coming.
Intrigued? Then read the excerpt below:
“Reseda never gave much thought to biological functions. But when they’re ripped
away, sometimes the littlest things stick out, like a body-convulsing sneeze, the sting of
a scraped knee, or the tenderness of someone’s lips in a kiss. Reseda jotted down the
words; shudder, pain, soft, and wet. She no longer connected with them. In fact, she
had an entire journal of thoughts from a lifetime ago, when the word life had a different
So many years had gone by since her rising that things blurred. Some faded
completely. Maybe time eroded some memories to make room for new ones, perhaps
more urgent and lifesaving ones. Those she could remember she compartmentalized
into two types—the before time and the rising. She tucked the latest ones under the
before time, when she was still human. Alive. Those were the things she journaled, kept
safe and out of her head where people could pry. The military liked to do that, full of
shrinks and doctors poking and prodding. They called it debriefing, but it was more for
their safety than hers.
Sure, someone could read her journal, too. But to them it would be a series of
meaningless words that made no sense. But to Reseda, it was a map, a trail of
breadcrumbs to who she used to be.
Something toiled in her mind. She couldn’t give it a name, or she’d forgotten what
to call it. All she had was a scratch at the back of her head telling her she should be
scared. But fear never surfaced. Nothing ever did. No sense of emotion at all. Most of
the time her body and mind were weightless, as if waiting for someone to tell her how to
act, how to think, how to feel.
She lived for the days she got to hunt, when she could get off the covert military
base and run the floor of the Pacific Rim National Forest. When she had a purpose,
something to fill the void inside her …”
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