Friday, June 6, 2014

Death's Redemption by Marie Hall


As a Seer, Mila O'Fallen is one of the last humans capable of channeling visions of the past and future. The one thing she can't see is her own fate, but she knows it's grim. All types of ruthless, supernatural creatures want to use her abilities, and they will do anything to gain access to her powers. When vampires descend upon her, it looks like the end-until a formidable figure appears. She feels a connection to him that is instant, unearthly, and explosive. 

 Grim reaper Frenzy never thought he would see the eyes of his lover again. She was murdered centuries ago, but her amber eyes are alive in Mila. Though it's not his job to protect humanity, something tells him protecting this human is what he was born to do. Yet vampires are the least of their worries. Frenzy and Mila quickly learn that a dark force is matching their every step. And even as they crave each other, the darkness craves them . . . 


“You want to know the truth?” She whispered, voice quivering because she didn’t want to tell him this. Lightning quick a million thoughts pinged through her mind. She was so used to bottling it all up inside. Keeping it all to herself. But she’d just opened herself up to him in a way she hadn’t with anyone else before. Not that she’d been a virgin, but hookups had always been secret, and brief. A way to relieve an itch. She’d never faced a partner while he’d entered, never let him see the truths in her eyes. Because truths were dangerous and bloody things that could kill as surely as stepping on a land mine.
Mila was tired of running, tired of being alone, tired of pretending that she didn’t need anyone. Pulse hammering, throat so dry it felt like swallowing sand paper she considered a never ending life of either trying to figure out someway to commit immortal suicide, or running. Again. Alone and scared. Always just barely one step ahead of the shadow, one step ahead of a death that wasn’t really a death. It was an eternal prison of torment, once sucked into the creature her conscience mind would remain, trapped, like a fly in amber. Unable to ever stop being consumed by the creature who only wanted the secrets of the future and past revealed. She’d lived her mortal life that way with the knowledge that life wasn’t long, that even if she lived to be seventy, it would one day end. But this—an eternity of running, always looking over her shoulder, always wondering where the enemy was, who it was—it was a dismal, deflating future. She was a freak even amongst monsters, there’d be no clan to offer protection, no one she could turn to.

About the Author

Marie Hall has always held a dangerous fascination for creatures that go bump in the night. And mermaids. And of course fairies. Trolls. Unicorns. Shapeshifters. Vampires. Scottish brogues. Kilts. Beefy arms. Ummm... Bad boys! Especially the sexy ones. 

Then the day came she realized apart from the sexy bad boy she married, there'd be no vampires/shapeshifters/mermaids/fairies/or even stinky trolls in her future unless she wrote about them. More often than not she can be found roaming the wild, lush tropical forest she calls her backyard (a.k.a. Hawaii) and day dreaming constantly about her latest project. 

Her Mad Hatter is the first book of her Kingdom Series.

She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at

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