Definitely the best way to start into the new year is with a new book... not only reading one...but also finishing writing one! :D
Ivory Guard (The Guard Duet #1) is almost ready to rock. Until then I thought this was the perfect time to whet your appetite once more:
Life will make you stumble
One peaceful afternoon Lillian finds two angels in her living room - wings and gloriole and all - telling her she is an Ivory. Half human and half angel she is born to fight for humankind and to guard the hellholes where the membrane between worlds is at its weakest.
She, an important warrior? Yeah, riiiight.
Life can make you fall
Raz might be an angel but he doesn’t do compassion. His job is to train her, to make her a leader and that’s what he will do. So Lillian will just have to suck it up when she discovers the deadly truth behind his words. When she does exactly that, he has to admit there’s more to the bookworm than he thought. Much more. But there’s one thing he shouldn’t forget – in his world feelings come with a price. Is he willing to pay?
Love will give you wings.
The song is "Wheel in the Sky" by Journey. ;)
Excerpt Ivory Guard - Chapter One
(This isn't the edited version. Sorry if there are still a few bumps in the road. ;))
She was being followed again.
Lillian could feel eyes watching her every move as she closed the book, got up and walked over to the shelf she had taken it out of. A quick glance from behind the shelves and through the big windows of the library confirmed her suspicions. There he was, standing in the shadows of a group of trees to the right of the parking lot.
Only the hint of a silhouette, she couldn’t really see him but rather sensed his presence. It was hard to describe, like having your eyes closed and yet feeling the warmth of sunlight dancing on your skin. The last three days he had never been far away, which should have freaked her out, but she was annoyed as hell instead since she had never managed to confront him. Or even really get a good look at him. She didn’t feel threatened by him - there was nothing malevolent about his presence - but being sensible she still carried her pepper spray with her, just in case.
“Lillian, it’s time.” Mrs. Blackwell announced, coming around from behind her counter.
“Coming.” Strolling back towards the table where she had left her stuff, Lillian grabbed her light jacket and the backpack that was filled with as much books as she managed to stuff into, before joining Mrs. Blackwell. It was Friday and time for the Blackwells’ afternoon bridge game, so the library closed earlier. After fumbling for her car keys and wishing the librarian a nice weekend, Lillian slipped out the door and went to her car only a couple of steps away. She looked around, even though she knew that it was useless. He was already gone.
Blowing at a strand of her dark hair she threw her backpack onto the passenger seat, got in and drove home. Judging by the empty driveway her father was obviously still at work, which was actually fine with her since Lillian had hoped to spend some time with her mother anyway. She knew that her mother was a little sad what with her leaving for college in less than two months now. Lillian on the other hand was thrilled. She didn’t really know what to do with her life just yet but loved the possibilities that college represented. While she walked up to the house and opened the door she thought that maybe the two of them could watch a movie before preparing dinner together. Cooking had always been their thing, ever since Lillian had been a child and had wanted to know how her mother got the chocolate filling into her favorite cookies. As she had grown it had become their ritual, a time to relax or to talk about everything without judgment, only advice if it was necessary.
But when Lillian stepped into the living room all thoughts of mother-daughter time fled her mind and she just stared. Not knowing whether she was going insane or rather the world around her and wondering which would be worse, she blinked her eyes, once, twice and then some more. However, the woman and man standing in the living room didn’t disappear.
It wasn’t the first time she saw them.
The huge wings spreading from their backs and glorioles above their heads were new though. So was the fact that her mom apparently found the sight of the two of them not the least disturbing.
“You have visitors, honey.” Her mother got up from the couch and approached her.
Visitors? Not how Lillian would have put it.
“Um… Mom?” That was all she was able to get out. What was one supposed to say when you found your mother chatting with two angels in the living room anyway?