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Echo, Mine -release date and excerpt

By Georgia Lyn on June 23, 2015 in Blog, Books, Upcoming books

An interlude into the lives of Aethan and Echo…

After the happily ever after…

Book 1.5 . releasing August 4th


 Cover by Montana Jade



After a horrifying incident that left her in a coma for several long months, Echo now has to get used to a different life. As a descendant of a powerful angel, her days waver between training as the new Healer and convincing her mate she’s strong enough to match him in life and in bed.

A surprise date night gives her the perfect opportunity to do both. But plans have a way of coming unraveled. One disaster leads to another, and Echo accepts that nothing in their lives will ever be normal.

But the biggest revelation of the night comes after she kills a dangerous demonii. Sparks fly between her and her mate, proving that normal is most definitely overrated.

This book can be read as a standalone. But for better reading pleasure, it’s best read in order.


EXCERPT: opening chapter:


Dim lights cast a sickly, pale glow over the dingy alley, adding to the portentous sensation crawling through Aethan. As if some disaster loomed, one he couldn’t quite get a grip on. He glanced at Blaéz, strolling at his side. The warrior’s calm demeanor revealed nothing.

“Something feels off,” Aethan said, his unease growing.

“Indeed… You made a decision yet?” Blaéz asked as they bypassed several dumpsters lined against the grimy brick wall. The things reeked as if a pack of rats had died there.

“About what?”

Blaéz cut him a cool, detached stare. A purple bruise marred his jaw. With his penchant for brutal underground fighting, Aethan wasn’t surprised.

“Is it that you really don’t know, or that you haven’t decided?”

Aethan frowned. His disquiet hiking in leaps now. “Celt, you talk in riddles. How the hell am I supposed to know what you’re talking about? Did you have a vision or what?”

The male’s precog ability was unparalleled. Hell, everything he’d told Aethan several months ago when he’d first met his mate had transpired—shit. “Is it Echo?” he snapped in fear.

“No.” Blaéz turned back to stare into the night. “No precog needed for this one. But it does indeed concern your mate.”

Aethan stopped and pinned his fellow Guardian an annoyed glare. “Just spit it out, man. What the hell is it?”

Blaéz slowly faced him. He was as tall as Aethan, a little on the leaner side, and deadlier than a detonating bazooka jammed into one’s mouth with his ability to kill with a thought. But dammit, any slower on the response, and Aethan would probably die of old age!

“Heard the females talking. Your mate and her friend, Kira…”

“Yeah?” Aethan prompted, clamping down on his teeth to stop from shaking the words out of the warrior.

“It’s Echo’s big day next week. Her birthday. Females, from what I’ve seen on TV, get excited about the day. And presents.”

Fuuccck! Suddenly feeling faint, Aethan inhaled a lungful of reeking air and slid his hands into his pants pockets. This was worse than a damn demonii bolt striking him in the chest. What the hell did he do now?

Echo had told him her birthdate some time ago when she’d asked him his, but he hadn’t put much stock into remembering it. Hell, when you live forever, birthdays no longer mattered. He continued to walk up the alley, trying to think of something amazing for his mate…and came up blank. He really didn’t want to screw this up.

“Would you know—”


“Right—” Aethan broke off. A familiar insidious prickle slithered over his psyche. Demoniis. The turned brethren of demons were on the hunt again, trawling for prey, for mortal souls to replace the dying ones they’d already harvested from humans.

Eyes narrowed, he scanned the night air for the source… His heightened hearing caught the faint, pained cry of a female. Trouble.

Aethan dematerialized in a scattering of molecules and followed the distressed cry. He took form moments later in The Bowery and tore down the dimly lit alley, following the sensation, and skidded to a halt. Blaéz appeared beside him.

The abandoned warehouse across the street sat too still, too dark. The icy, malevolent sensation abrading his psyche grew stronger. Beneath it, he smelled the coppery odor of blood…but no humans.

“What the hell are they up to now?”








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