Summer Fire: Love When It’s Hot



A Man for Hire, Patrice Wilton

Part of the Summer Fire anthology releasing May 26, 2015.



“Kari–I have a confession to make.” Jordon Marshall paused for a second,

delaying the moment of truth. Her sister wouldn’t judge her harshly, but she’d be ticked

off that Jordan hadn’t told her before.

“I hope it’s a good one,” Kari said. “You’ve been acting mysterious about this

whole weekend, and I’m dying to know why.”

Jordon propped her elbows on the wooden table, and glanced around at the other

patrons in the small, dark tavern. No one within hearing distance, but still she lowered her

voice. “I’ve slept with him.”

“Slept with who?”

“With him. You know. Bradley Langford. The guy who’s my date for the


“But how could you? You haven’t even met him!”

“Actually I have.”

“Okay, okay! Backtrack here.” Kari lowered her voice. “Exactly when did you

meet him and sleep with him, and all that good stuff? And why am I just hearing about

this now?”

“Well, it wasn’t important before.” It had been an incredible night she’d kept close

to the chest. “But now it is. You don’t tell me about every guy you hook up with, do


“No, but you wouldn’t want to know. You, on the other hand, have had one

boyfriend in the past two years.”

“True. But, Kari, we weren’t even on a date!” Jordon felt her cheeks warm, just

saying the words. How could she ever have done such a thing? She wasn’t a party girl.

Her sister…but this was not about Kari. It was Jordan’s moment of truth. “I didn’t even

know him,” she said in a final rush, fanning her flushed face. She would be so happy to

get this conversation over with.

“Holy crap! That is so not you. You never go for cheap hook-ups. You’ve never

slept with someone that you weren’t in love with.” Kari laughed. “As your sister, I know

every guy you’ve had a crush on since you were nine years old!” She snorted. “Until


“The whole situation was really messed up. So was I.” She put one hand over her

chest and the remembered pain. “You know the day I found out about Tom getting

married? Well I went out with Cindy. Some new hot shot bar in mid-town where we met

after she got off work.”

“Cindy? The one you worked with at the PR office–before you made the biggest

mistake of your life and took the job at the winery?” Kari didn’t hide her dislike of all

things related to Tom, including the family business.

“Yeah, that Cindy. And it wasn’t the biggest mistake of my life. Sleeping with a

total stranger tops that by a mile. Anyway, let me finish.” Jordan sighed and took a sip of

the wine she’d ordered, hoping it might ease her nerves. What would he say when he saw

her again?

“Go on. I’m all ears.”

“Yeah, well, it was happy hour. Cindy and I were having martinis and I was

telling her the whole ugly story. She’d met Tom several times, and we’d gone out

together as couples. So, she couldn’t believe it when I told her he’d met someone in Italy,

and was bringing her home as his bride.” She inched the wine glass away before she

drained it.

“I know, honey. I couldn’t believe it, either. Mom and Dad are still in shock. They

loved him. We all did. The two-faced jerk.”

Jordon’s throat closed, and she shut her eyes for a moment to hold back another

round of tears. She’d shed enough. Tom was not going to get one more drop out of her.

“Yes, well, I guess he just didn’t love me. I thought he did, but how could he leave for a

few months and fall in love with someone else so fast? After two years of dating he never

asked me to marry him.” She sniffed. “And after only a few months he decides he’s met

the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with?”

After a moment’s silence, Kari spoke gently. “Oh, Jordon, I’m sorry that this still

hurts, but you never seemed anxious to get married. Maybe he wanted that, and sensed

you were more focused on your career than starting a family.”

“That’s not true. Or fair. I loved him.” Jordan ran her finger through the

condensation on her wine glass, thinking about her relationship with Tom. They had

loved each other. Not like a romantic movie where people were crazy in love. She and

Tom were just really good together–compatible in every way. Sex between them hadn’t

set off any fireworks, but it was very satisfying. She’d rate it a B+, or maybe a good solid

B. Not like sex with Bradley Langford. That had been extraordinary. Off the charts.

Probably because she’d had too much to drink, or because it had been naughty when she

was usually nice.

Ashamed of where her thoughts had taken her, Jordon added in her defense, “We

had a good relationship. We were both so busy trying to put his family’s winery on the

map that romance took a back seat.”

“Maybe if you’d gone to Italy with him?”

“The Martello’s pay me handsomely, but they expect me to be “hands on”. I’m

their jack-of-all-trades business manager.”

“Well, by keeping you here, they lost you as a daughter-in-law,” she said hotly.

“They’ll be sorry, and so will Tom.” Kari, loyal to the bone added, “When he sees you

again, he’ll realize what an idiot he’s been. He probably just got lonely without you, and

this conniving bitch somehow figured a way to entice him. That’s all. One look at you

and he won’t marry her.”

“Too late. This weekend celebration is to introduce his new bride to their regular

customers and his extended family and friends.” Jordan sighed. “I told you that.”

“Why in the world are you going? I can’t believe his parents would put you

through that torture, no matter how well they pay.”

“My fault,” Jordan admitted. “I insisted it didn’t bother me. Then I said I’d met

someone and they seemed surprised, but delighted. So, I had to find someone fast, and

that’s what I did.”

“That’s why you slept with a stranger at a bar?” Her sister’s voice rose in mock

horror. “I’m almost proud of you. I’d high five you if I could.”

“It wasn’t like that. I didn’t go there with a plan in mind. Just happened. Cindy had

to leave early because her husband expected her for dinner, and I had just ordered another

martini. Anyway, I heard this guy talking on his cell outside the restrooms, and he

seemed even more upset than me. When he returned he took the bar seat next to me, and I

sent him over a drink. So I guess I picked him up, but we were both miserable, and I

didn’t want to go home. Misery loves company. It’s true.” Jordan shook her head at the


“So what was he like? Or do you even remember?” Kari teased.

“Of course I remember. He was nice. Tall, good looking with light, sandy-colored

hair. Bright blue eyes. Well dressed. Clean finger nails.” She closed her eyes as images

flashed in her mind. “We talked for hours. He ordered some food, we had another round

of drinks, then he insisted on seeing me home in a taxi. I planned to walk, but by then I

wasn’t walking so good.”

“Well, at least he behaved like a gentleman. So how did you wind up in bed


“He helped me to the door. I opened it, and turned around to thank him and say

good-bye. He gave me this really sweet, puppy dog smile, and without thinking I just

grabbed him by the tie and dragged him in.”

Kari laughed. “I like that part. So is he going through a divorce? Is that it?”

“He’s already divorced. Told me he was a lawyer and that his wife had kept the

Hampton home and now wanted to put their daughter in some fancy schmancy boarding

school. That’s what he was so angry about. He said if she wasn’t going to take care of her,

he would.”

“Nice. I like him already.”

“Well, he seemed legit, but then when I needed a “make believe boyfriend” for

this weekend I went to an exclusive dating service. Imagine my surprise when I cruised

through photos and found his.”

“Oh, no! So he lied about his profession? What else did he lie about, I wonder?

Maybe the whole conversation was a hoax to make you feel sorry for him.”

“I don’t think so, but that’s why I selected him. I want to find out.” “As soon as

this weekend is over, you better call me. Okay? I am as curious as you are.”

“I will. Promise. Look. I’ve got to go. I think he just arrived. A sleek silver Jaguar

just pulled into the parking lot, and this is more of a pick-up truck kind of bar.” Her heart

raced at the thought of seeing him again.

“Have fun. And good luck.”

“Thanks, Kari. I’m going to need it.”


Bradley pushed the door of the tavern open and glanced around the semi-

darkness. He spotted a lone woman in a booth and headed her way. God, he hated this

job. Being an escort with a lonely hearts service was not something he’d ever aspired to,

but for now it was a means to an end. He had to pay five grand a month alimony to his ex

and make colossal payments on the four bedroom cottage in the Hamptons, which she’d

been awarded from the divorce. He was only a junior lawyer in a mid-size firm, not some

high-priced Wall Street type.

The only thing he still owned was the car outside and a studio loft in Hoboken.

Not that he gave a damn. Crystal could have the house, half his money, and drag his

name through the muck. What ate at him and left an acid hole in his gut was that he

missed his daughter terribly. Seeing her every second weekend wasn’t enough.

A buddy of his who’d been in a similar circumstance a few years back had told

him about this agency. He’d said it was a lark and that Bradley would easily make enough

money to pay his alimony and mortgage. Bradley had figured it was a nice payback to his

wife, who’d put him through hoops to get everything she could out of their twelve year


Okay. The divorce had been his fault. While his wife played in the Hamptons all

summer, he’d been alone in the city. A workplace flirtation turned into a dinner, and it

should have ended right there. He honestly had never planned it any other way. Heck,

Cindy was married too. After working late one night he suggested grabbing a bite to eat.

They’d just stepped out of the Soho restaurant when Cindy tripped on the sidewalk and

sprained her ankle.

He’d picked her up, flagged down a cab and taken her to his place so they could

ice it. God’s truth. That had been his only intention. She had lain on his couch, her ankle

wrapped up in ice and he’d poured them both a glass of wine. Big mistake. The next thing

he knew they were both naked and rolling off the couch. They both regretted that one

indiscretion and never mentioned it again. Truthfully, they avoided each other like the

plague. No more flirting around the water cooler or texting each other, or sharing smiles

as they past in the halls.

A couple of weeks passed, and he began to breathe easier. Cindy wasn’t going to

make trouble and his wife didn’t ever have to know. He would never, ever misbehave

again. He’d learned his lesson. Abstinence was a better bedfellow than guilt.

As luck would have it, his wife Crystal came to visit him midweek and found an

earring partially hidden in the sofa. He’d explained the unfortunate situation the best he

could, but she wouldn’t forgive him no matter how hard he begged. Instead she’d set out

to see that he paid, and paid, and paid.

Yes, it had been wrong. He had been bad. So here he was. Trapped in another

weekend of pretence.

He straightened his shoulders and marched toward the back booth where a young

woman sat. The walls inside were brick, the lights dim and he couldn’t see her very well.

As he drew near he caught sight of her long auburn hair, and the profile of her face. He

stopped dead in his tracks. She looked like a woman that he’d recently met, one he

couldn’t forget.

Life was stranger than fiction, but he didn’t expect to get so lucky. Not twice with

the same woman.

She lifted her chin and looked him directly in the face.

“Hello, Bradley,” she said in her throaty voice.

“Jordon?” His heart pounded. During their amazing encounter, he’d never

mentioned moonlighting as a paid escort. It wasn’t something that he told many people,

since he wasn’t particularly proud of it. But she had paid highly for the pleasure of his

company this weekend. On purpose? “You’re my weekend date? How did you find me?”

“Why, the usual way, I suppose. I needed an escort, and you fit the bill. What a

pleasant surprise. A lawyer a month ago, and now an escort with No Strings Attached.

You do get around.”

The look in her eye made him cringe. He wasn’t used to feeling as low as a

cockroach, at least not since the mud-slinging divorce. Why should he apologize for not

divulging this information? Their hook-up had been an unexpected surprise, but he hadn’t

owed her his life story. Not then, and not now. After all, she was the one paying a man to

be her pretend lover, right? Nothing high and mighty about that.

“I suppose you want an explanation,” he finally said to ease the situation. No

point in getting off on the wrong foot. Besides, he liked her. A lot. She was beautiful,

sexy, intelligent, and a dynamo in bed. “Well, truth is I need the money. Everything else I

told you was real.”

“Everything?” She smiled, but her green eyes were accusing. “I thought we were

having a heart to heart that night in the bar. You left out an important part.”

“Not the way I see it.” He cocked his hip and met her gaze straight on. “I am what

I said I was, and this is just a sideline to ease the financial strain. It’ll end in a few years.

Meanwhile, it’s easy money and enjoyable most of the time.”

“Oh, I can only imagine,” she said, sticking her pretty nose in the air.

“No Strings Attached is very clear about their dating rules,” he reminded her. “No

sex allowed. So whatever you’re thinking that I do with these women, forget it. I stick to

that agreement a hundred percent of the time.”

“Really? Well, what if I want more than just a friendly date? After all, I paid a

hefty price.”

“You’d have to take it up with management. Maybe Elizabeth Ward could find

you someone else more agreeable.”

“I don’t want anyone else. I want you.” She looked him up and down as he was

still standing. The gesture made him feel like a piece of meat.

“Do you mind if I sit?”

“Not if you plan to stay.” She scooted over, making room on the wooden bench

next to her.

Bradley slid into the booth, careful not to make contact. “So. I was told a weekend

long house party with hundreds of guests and some dancing. It must be for the guy you

told me about. The one who ditched you and married someone else.”

“He didn’t ditch me.” Jordan edged further into the corner, picked up her wine

glass and slugged it down. “He just married someone else.”

“In my books, that’s ditching. But let’s not get into semantics.” He felt sorry for

her, realizing that showing up at this party would be unbearably hard. “It’s going to be a

tough weekend for you. I’ll do what I can to make it as easy as possible. I will flatter you,

romance you, do all the right stuff. No one other than you and I will ever guess that we

aren’t a couple in love, and boinking our brains out every night.” He smiled. “I promise.”

“Maybe I want to do some boinking. It would serve Tom right.” Her chin lifted

and she studied his face. “Besides, we had a good time, didn’t we?”

His eyes held hers and he reached for her hand, gave it a squeeze. “We did, but

this weekend will be awkward enough. We don’t want to complicate things.”

“How can great sex complicate anything? It’s not that I care about you. Just don’t

want to feel discarded and unwanted. I hope when Tom looks at me he’ll see that ‘freshly

fucked glow’.”

Bradley looked at her mouth and thought about the things he had done to her.

With her. It had been a wild night of pleasure. So much so, that he felt himself stir at the

heated memory. He attempted to cross his legs under the table but there wasn’t room.

“Look. I wish I could help you out here, but I can’t. It isn’t right. I only agreed to being an

escort, not to be used for sexual gratification. If I did that, I’d be nothing more than a

cheap hooker.” “Hardly cheap.” She rolled her eyes, and sighed. “And of course you’re

not a hooker. At least I don’t think you are. I never really thought about it at all. It’s just

that we did do it once. For free. So I figured you wouldn’t mind. Add some spice. Make

Tom jealous.”

“How would you feel if it were the other way around? If I’d hired you to make my

ex-wife jealous? And…if I expected to make love to you because I’d paid good money.”

“I would be greatly insulted.” Her shoulders dropped. “Sorry.”

“Forget about it.” He waved to the waitress. “Bring us two glasses of whatever

she’s having.”

“Yes, sir,” she blushed and gave him a flirtatious smile. “Right away.”

He waited a sec for the waitress to be out of earshot, then turned toward Jordon.

“There were plenty of escorts to choose from,” he said, trying not to get his hopes up.

“Why did you choose me?” Had she enjoyed his company too? Could it be the beginning

of something? More than just incredibly hot sex.

She licked her lips, and he wanted to taste them.

“Why? I’m not sure. We had a good time together. Amazing chemistry. And I

wanted to find out why you’d told me you were a lawyer, and yet your photo and bio

were on Elizabeth’s exclusive site. I found it odd.”

He ground his teeth together. He’d searched high and low for her, scouting out

bars, hoping to run into her again.

“Do you believe me now?” He looked directly into her eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered, a little breathless.

“You want chemistry? I think I can manage that.” He cupped her chin. Damn. He

wanted to kiss her right now. “How hot do you want it?”

Her cheeks grew warm and her green eyes glittered. “As hot as you’ve got.”

Summer Fire: Love When It’s Hot
Author Names: Gennita Low, Stacey Mosteller, R.J. Lewis, L. Wilder, Victoria Danann, Kym Grosso, Cat Miller, Mimi Barbour, Clarissa Wild, Teresa Gabelman, Linda Barlow, Helen Scott Taylor, Victoria James, Mona Risk, Patrice Wilton, Joan Reeves, Danielle Jamie, Terri Marie, Lorhainne Eckhart, Brandy L. Rivers, Nicole Blanchard
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: dba 7th House Publishing, Imprint of Andromeda LLC
Date of Publication: May 26, 2015
ISBN: 9781507060469
Number of pages: 1,610
Word Count: 483,000
Cover Artist: Victoria Danann
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Stricken by Marcia Colette

Excerpt: Chapter One

Present day.

I stood on the porch of Dr. Aiden Joss’s luxurious home irate as hell. Someone

was supposed to meet me at the airport in Philadelphia. I ended up having to take a

cab because all of the rentals were booked from the only airport about twenty-five

miles from the small town of McCormick, Pennsylvania. The taxi driver must have

mistaken me for an oil baron with the fare he charged. He ended up having to leave

me at the front gate because the intercom was busted. Thankfully, being a human

hybrid had its advantages. After tossing my duffle over the ten-foot wall, I followed

by leaping over. Some security.

The downpour turned my black, wavy hair into thick tresses snaking down my

neck and upper back. Sadly, my duffle bag was just as pitiful as I looked, since it

wasn’t waterproof. I’d exercised more care when picking out my purse and laptop


The front door opened. A tall, bulky man who looked like he missed his calling

as an NFL linebacker stood against the golden glow of the interior. His face was

criminal-hard, though something in his dark eyes said otherwise. He wore a white

shirt and jeans with a brace around his left knee. He blinked.

“Oh, boy.” He hurried to unlock the storm door and let me inside. “You must

be Ms. Alexa York.”

I struggled getting past him with my wet duffle, carry-on and my drenched

clothes clinging to my cold body. “I am. I take it the phones don’t work around here.”

He took my stuff and set it aside. “The power has been flickering all night.

They just got the lights back on about three minutes ago. The phone is Internet, so

when the power goes out, everything goes out.”

I unzipped my sodden jacket. “I get it. No phone, no phone calls. Which is why

I was stuck at the airport.”

He sighed. “Again, my apologies, ma’am. With so much going on, I only had a

chance to worry about one thing at a time.”

I glanced at him before answering. So much going on? The house was quiet

and not a soul in sight. What could’ve possibly had him too busy to pick me up when

he knew I was coming? Heck, I was here to be his replacement while he was on the

mend. If he didn’t want me here, forgetting me at the airport or not sending a car to

pick me up worked in his favor.

He offered his hand to me. “My name’s Sammy. I’m Dr. Joss’s med tech and


“Med tech?” I looked him up and down. “But I thought you were his—”

He chuckled. “I’m really his assistant. I’m only his bodyguard when I have to

be. And given the kind of world that lies beyond those gates, I find myself playing the

latter more often.”

I closed my eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry if I sounded a little crotchety, but—”

Sammy waved a large hand. “No need to apologize. I’d be a lot more than

pissed had I been in your shoes. Speaking of which, let me show you to your room so

you can get some dry clothes on.”

Snorting, I glanced at the puddle forming around my duffle. “Dry clothes, huh.

That would be nice.”

“No worries, Ms. York. I’ll find you something.”

“It’s Alexa, by the way.” Those close to me called me Lex. We weren’t there


“Alexa, then.”

My room was upstairs on the second floor along with five other bedrooms.

Every piece of furniture was stained pine and sitting against light blue walls.

Thankfully, I had my own private bathroom. When I looked out the bathroom

window, light was coming from the woods somewhere behind the trees where it

shouldn’t be.

I sure hoped Dane had told me everything I needed to know about this so-called

mission. I would hate to learn something the hard—painful—way. Though that would

never be his intention, I also knew his idea of what information was important to

know was different from mine.

Had it not been for Wesley Dane, a full-blooded werewolf friend of my family,

I wouldn’t be here to play bodyguard for one of his closest friends. It wasn’t the

thousand dollars a day, tax-free money for my services that had brought me here. I

needed the distraction more than anything.

“So, how much do you know about me?” After snuggling into a thick, warm

robe I found hanging on a hook, I dried off my hair with a towel and opened the

bathroom door.

Sammy was still there, though keeping his distance by waiting in the hall. I

thought it was weird, but whatever, seeing as this was more his house than mine.

“Enough,” he replied. “You’re half-werewolf, which is extremely rare. You’re also

married, which means either your husband, who’s a full-blood, or Dane is going to

tear Dr. Joss apart if anything bad

happens to you. Although, that sort of defeats the purpose of you being the

doctor’s bodyguard.” He half-smiled.

“Are you expecting me to be torn apart?”

“No.” He chuckled. “But I expect you’ll be put through the wringer.”

Alexa York
Book 2
Marcia Colette
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Purple Sword Publications
Date of Publication: 5/6/2015
Number of pages: 167
Word Count: 66,020
Cover Artist: Traci Markou
Book Description:
Personal tragedy convinces half-werewolf Alexa York to get away to the town of McCormick, Pennsylvania where she’s charged with protecting Dr. Aiden Joss, physician to the supernatural community. Not only does she need the money, she needs the distraction. Unfortunately, she gets it in spades when Joss’s personal issues and a myriad of dangerously sick patients make her new job nearly impossible.
A mysterious disease is running its way through the New York Order of the Amazons and leaving bodies in its wake. The same warrior who had chosen her clan over Joss has asked for him help. Even though the disease is real, Alexa has reason to believe his ex’s sincerity is not.
Given the other numerous problems she has to deal with that are outside of her job description, Dr. Joss might be the biggest threat to his own safety. But, protecting him comes first. That’s difficult to do when his efforts to find an antidote put everyone in his remote clinic in danger, including Alexa.
Available at Purple Sword


About the Author:
Author Marcia Colette didn’t discover her love for reading until her late teens when she started reading John Saul and progressed to works by Bentley Little, Stephen King and Laurell K. Hamilton. Her reading tastes convinced her to write paranormals where curses cause people to shift into spiders, psychotic and telekinetic mothers are locked away in attics, and murderous doppelgangers are on a rampage. Let’s not forget about the hunky werecheetah coalitions who live throughout North Carolina. As long as she can make it believable, that’s all that matters.
Born and raised in upstate New York, Marcia now lives in North Carolina with her mom and beautiful daughter. They’re not raising zombies in the backyard. There aren’t any hellhounds living in the den, only a rabbit and a cockatiel. So where she gets her ideas is as much a mystery to her as anyone else.
The best place to find her–when she’s not stirring up trouble–is on her blog where she loves connecting with readers.

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Destiny by Charlene A. Wilson


Stars blinked, and Vincent scowled at the firmament. They mocked him—tiny

gems as out of his reach as the treasure he sought. With a snarl, he scanned the area

around the empty town square, whirled to face Simpson drive, and then jabbed his hand

toward the deserted street of the city’s east side.


The summoning command echoed through the night and then ebbed into the quiet

atmosphere with no result.

A frog croaked from Center Creek somewhere within the park to his right. The

urban green rustled and deep shadows waved as the breeze whispered along the tall

border hedges. A cat padded from an alley between the north side commerce onto the

sidewalk and then looked his way. The dim streetlight reflected in its eyes, two silver

discs that taunted alongside the night sky.

With a growl, he punched his frustration into the air. Blue neon flashed from his

fist. The bolt highlighted the crimson brick storefronts and plowed into the street with a

resounding blast. Asphalt bulleted the commerce, shattering glass behind the barred

windows, and pelted the granite griffin perched on top of the corner archway of the

entrance to Shilo Park.

The cat darted back the way it came.

Vincent snarled. Turning toward the city center, he clenched his jaw and glared

around the empty court. How many times have I tried to summon the Mother Earth beads

from here already? Every faithful follower of the gods had come to witness the absence

of Gryffin. When they left, the park was in shambles. It took three weeks to pick up all

the rubble and return the vegetation to its rightful state. He glanced over his shoulder at

the stone gargoyle. The god of conformance couldn’t have made a more striking

statement with that disappearance act—and the beads couldn’t have been lost at a worst

time. Anyone could have stashed them away, thrilled to find such a keep.

Vincent ground his teeth together so hard his temples ached. Humidity thickened

the early summer night and carried the sulfuric odor from the west side industries. It

coated his senses with added irritation. Where was the floral scent of Shilo Park? He

needed the sweet comfort it held.

Releasing his breath, he whispered a vow he didn’t intend to sustain. “Elaina, you

will never touch another magical charm as long as you live.”

He glanced at his watch and sighed an anxious breath. I need to get home.

How long before his brothers questioned his excursions? How long could he keep

the disappearance of the relic a secret?

Furling his cape, he dispersed his elements into a fine mist. He allowed his dark

essence to meander as he flew the length of the boulevard, recalling the crowded scene.

Pilgrimage buggies, tents, covered wagons; they were only a portion of the massive

gathering of faithful that had finally cleared the area.

Irritation rippled his essence. With a growl, he conceded failure and headed over

the southern apricot orchards to Shilo Manor.


Cornerstone Deep
Book 3
Charlene A. Wilson
Genre: Paranormal/light sci-fi/ Fantasy
Publisher: Spectrum Publishing
Date of Publication: May 11, 2015
ISBN 10: 0989984656
ISBN 13: 978-0-9899846-5-2
Number of pages: 200
Word Count: 52,886
Cover Artist: Charlene A. Wilson       
Book Description:
Angels, Gods, High Ones… Could anything else find its way into the prophecy caused by their father, Sylis Shilo, the renowned realm traveler? Vincent understands there were things in his father’s work he wasn’t privy to simply because his soul was too young, but how could this be kept a secret from even his brothers? The more he learns, the more he’s glad he hadn’t known.
The sentinels of Cornerstone Deep are in for their most difficult challenge yet. The portal to the Spectrum of the Realms must be sealed, and punishments must be carried out. Will the Gods take all that is dear to Vincent, James, and Cole Shilo?
“Flesh cannot take away that which our souls have united.”


Available at Amazon
About the Author:
Charlene A. Wilson is an author of tales that take you to other dimensions. She weaves magic, lasting love, and intrigue to immerse you into the lives of her characters.
She began writing in her early teens when her vivid dreams stayed with her long after she had them. The characters and worlds were so amazing she brought them to life through her books.
Charlene resides in a small community in Arkansas, USA, with her two beautiful daughters, husband, a cuddly Pekingese, and a very chatty cockatiel named Todder.

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