Today is the Release Day Launch for Shiloh Walker's FURIOUS FIRE! FURIOUS FIRE is the eighth novel in Shiloh’s Grimm’s Circle Series published by Samhain Publishing! Think you know fairy tales? Think again...
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FURIOUS FIRE:
November 2014
The Grimm are coming to an
end…the second to last book
He is the love of
all her lives…
Grimm’s Circle,
Book 8
Thomas Finn,
troublemaker, gunslinger, guardian angel…loner. More than a hundred and fifty
years ago, he was shot in the back then brought back to life just in time to
watch a demon masquerading as his best friend kill the love of his life.
Now, as a Grimm,
he satisfies his need for vengeance hunting down demons like the ones that took
Rebecca from him. His mission: kill as many as he can, then, when the time
comes, go down in a blaze of glory. But with each kill, he comes closer to a
line no angel should cross.
Her name was
Rebecca. Then it was Tilly. Then Ada. Now, Kallypso. She’s lived so many lives,
she can’t even remember when or why it started. All she knows is, she’s always
searching for a man with golden eyes that make her burn. And when she finds
him—as she always does—she knows that spark of joy means she’s only seconds
away from death…again.
This time will be
no different…unless something breaks the cycle once and for all.
Warning: Contains
the Groundhog Day of star-crossed lovers, a pissed-off guardian angel, a
demon-hunter with an axe to grind, and the battle to end all battles. Be
warned…there’s pain ahead in this book. Oh, and that HEA finally happens. For
these two, anyway.
This will be the second to the
last in the Grimm series…make sure you read it…want to see how it all comes
down…
As for this life, it’s
possible that back when I was still a little kid, I might have been too
innocent to understand just what a demon was. Back then, I’d
only believed in monsters. In evil.
Children can sense
evil. If you watch them, you can see it. They know who to pull away from, who
to trust…who to not trust.
Of course, not all
children are able to do that. Evil can be so very clever. It knows how to hide.
But sometimes a child can see things more clearly than we do. I think even when
I was very young, I looked out at the world and saw the same things I see now…
The monsters.
That was the reason I
wanted my mother to check under my bed, the reason I needed the lights burning
even when I was past the age when my friends were no longer afraid of the dark.
They weren’t truly
monsters, something I found out all too soon. Demons, in human skin, and that
makes them so much more deadly.
If they looked like
the demons we saw on TV or in books, it would be easier to stay away from them.
Maybe then, I wouldn’t
have seen what I’d seen.
I was ten when it
happened.
Lying in bed, hugging
a pillow to my chest.
My mother had slipped
out into the backyard and I knew something was wrong.
The neighbor…there was
something not right with him.
My grandma had teased
her about been moonstruck, but it was something far worse.
Practically
obsessed, she’d slid out into the backyard to flirt with him. She couldn’t see
him the way I did.
That was a crucial piece of information. I’d
finally figured that much out. It had saved me a lot of grief, something I
hoped I’d remember when I died this time.
It would have saved me
a lot of trouble if I’d known it last time around.
The last time…
Bits and pieces of
those other lives filtered through my mind at odd occurrences, but none of
those memories—or the lives—had been particularly happy. There were vague
memories of a man. Wavy reddish-brown hair that tumbled into his face, eyes
that glowed like molten copper, a quicksilver grin and a temper to match.
Thomas. Tommy…my Tommy.
His name was Thom and
every moment of happiness in any of those lives was because of him.
And the moment I met
him, I had to get ready. Because I’d be dead within weeks.
Sometimes minutes,
sometimes days. I’d never know.
But it always
happened. I’d figured that out in my last life and I’d carried the knowledge
through into this one.
So far, I’d managed to
live longer than my average—I was twenty-six, practically a senior citizen.
If I could avoid him,
I might even see thirty.
But if I avoided him,
I’d never see happiness.
Talk about your
trade-offs.
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