Air Attack
Elementals’ Challenge
Book 2
Claire Davon
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Date of Publication: Nov 7, 2017
ISBN: 978-1-946621-06-1
ASIN: B07692BSVV
Number of pages: 215
Word Count: 73,756
Cover Artist: Kanaxa
Tagline: When love drops from the clouds, the sky is the limit…
Book Description:
The last time the Elementals were defeated in a Challenge, the result was World War II—a price humans paid in rivers of blood. Griffin is determined not to let that happen again. He doesn’t need a minor goddess getting in his way—no matter how much the redhead tempts him.
Clea intends to invoke a debt of honor to gain Griffin’s protection, but she has an ulterior motive: to get within striking distance of Griffin’s 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 Griffin’s 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.
Excerpt:
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 Griffin’s strengths, and more
importantly, what his weaknesses were. Only then would she know what to focus
on and how she could help. She couldn’t lose any more family.
Inch by inch,
her fear began to leave her as Griff’s 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.
“Neat trick.”
A rumble of
laughter echoed in him.
He deposited her
on the floor, landing her gently on her feet. Clea’s 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.
“That was
interesting.” 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. “Why keep the basket?”
“He doesn’t need
it to maneuver in air, but he likes to let the unwary believe what they will.
Don’t underestimate Amai,” he said, steel in his tone. “The basket may look
stupido, but he is ruthless and dangerous. He didn’t kill my predecessor by
being a fool.”
Hoping her voice
was level, Clea met Griff’s gaze. “I have learned not to misjudge anyone.
Danger comes in many packages. Still, you’ve got to admit, it’s ridiculous.”
He flashed
something that might have been a smile, but it was gone before she could be
sure. “That’s the point. It’s 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.”
Griff didn’t
move, but he was in her mind, beating at her shields.
“Let’s talk,
Clea. Who is Patrik?”
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. Clea’s hair floated out and Griffin’s 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
hadn’t moved, cocking his head to one side.
“Amai’s parting
shot. He can be a child,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”
Griff’s 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.
Website: www.clairedavon.com
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Thanks for stopping by and reading a little about my series!
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