She reads books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live. – Annie Dillard
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: Nov 7, 2017
Number of pages: 215
Word Count: 73,756
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Tagline: When love drops from the clouds, the sky is the limitâ¦
The last time the Elementals were defeated in a Challenge, the result was World War IIâa price humans paid in rivers of blood. Griffin is determined not to let that happen again. He doesnât need a minor goddess getting in his wayâno matter how much the redhead tempts him.
Clea intends to invoke a debt of honor to gain Griffinâs protection, but she has an ulterior motive: to get within striking distance of Griffinâs opponent, who she is certain killed her brother.
She never expected to feel a spark with Griffin, disturbingly seductive as he is. In a world where everyone looks like a god or goddess, why should this one winged Elemental call to her?
Yet their attraction grows fiercer as they journey to Iceland, Luxembourg, and finally Portugal to face Griffinâs foe. But even if they prevail, Griffin is holding onto one last, deadly secret that proves the truth can survive any Challenge, but love may be its final victim.
Currents of wind blew around and under them. Clea reached out to test the air. There was no need to supplement his gust with her own; he had more than enough. She cursed herself, wishing she had used her time to do more research before she had fled to the Elemental. She needed to know what Griffinâs strengths, and more importantly, what his weaknesses were. Only then would she know what to focus on and how she could help. She couldnât lose any more family.
Inch by inch, her fear began to leave her as Griffâs strong wings beat in the currents. As they grew nearer, Griff again made the same hand motion he had before, and the sliding door pulled back.
A rumble of laughter echoed in him.
He deposited her on the floor, landing her gently on her feet. Cleaâs hands and face lost their chill in the warmth of his remote home. To her dismay, her heart was pounding and when cold left her, beads of fear sweat bloomed on her body. Griffin poured her another glass of wine from the same bottle as before, saying nothing. His wings once again folded against his back.
âThat was interesting.â Small ripples danced across the red wine as Clea curved her free hand around the stem. In another moment, she would be shaking. Too much had happened too fast. âWhy keep the basket?â
âHe doesnât need it to maneuver in air, but he likes to let the unwary believe what they will. Donât underestimate Amai,â he said, steel in his tone. âThe basket may look stupido, but he is ruthless and dangerous. He didnât kill my predecessor by being a fool.â
Hoping her voice was level, Clea met Griffâs gaze. âI have learned not to misjudge anyone. Danger comes in many packages. Still, youâve got to admit, itâs ridiculous.â
He flashed something that might have been a smile, but it was gone before she could be sure. âThatâs the point. Itâs a natural tendency not to take the ridiculous seriously, and he has caught many people by surprise that way. He was made into his current form by the primitive people of Mangaia, and he chooses to keep the trappings of his creation.â
Griff didnât move, but he was in her mind, beating at her shields.
âLetâs talk, Clea. Who is Patrik?â
She opened her mouth to speak but before she had any words, there was a crack of thunder. It was followed by another one, and another, until their surroundings seemed alive with electricity. Cleaâs hair floated out and Griffinâs feathers stood up. There was a fleeting impression of a hooked nose on his face, like a beak. For an instant, he looked like the half lion/half eagle that was his other form, before it faded to his normal countenance.
Wind kicked up and swirled outside the house, whipping small trees at the bottom until their branches bent close to the ground. It picked up snow, sending it coursing through the air, and bits of debris whirled in the currents. Griffin still hadnât moved, cocking his head to one side.
âAmaiâs parting shot. He can be a child,â he said. âIâll be right back.â
Griffâs power grew, almost a tangible force in him as he took in a deep breath. When he exhaled, the wind stuttered and then stopped swirling. It began churning in the opposite direction, rising away from the house. Lightning streaked down, but before it could crash to earth, Griffin caught it mentally and sent the electricity back up the path it had followed, lifting his hands as if to direct the path. In the distance, Clea heard a yelp before the storm ended as fast as it had manifested.
The buzz in her body subsided. There was no need for it yet. It may be best to keep her powers hidden until she had need of them. Amai was not the only one people often underestimated.
About the Author:
Claire Davon has written on and off for most of her life, starting with fan fiction when she was very young. She writes across a wide range of genres, and does not consider any of it off limits. If a story calls to her, she will write it. She currently lives in Los Angeles and spends her free time writing novels and short stories, as well as doing animal rescue and enjoying the sunshine.
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