Once again, I’m excited to no end! I just read Dream Walker’s second Five Star Review and I’m so enthusiastic! It shows that readers love my work. I’m honored, indeed!
I have been reading this series from the beginning, and in the last few installments the author has been introducing us to more ‘beings’ as well as new points of view. First we were shown things from the ladies’ perspectives as they meet the Archangel who will become their betrothed. Then in book four, we were shown one the world she has created from one of Archangel’s point of view, as he meets the woman who is destined for him.
Now in this latest chapter, we’re back to a woman’s perspective, but there’s a twist. Whereas the other ladies were angels or destined to become one, a demon hunter, or a daughter of Pan, this young lady is a Succubus. And she has been working for the ‘other’ side in the ongoing struggle between good and evil.
It’s these twists and turns that keep readers like me coming back for more. The author continues to unveil the world she has created with surprises and intrigue which often involves characters from previous books, making this reality more whole and real. And each tale does not fail to entertain and even keep us on the edge of our seats, as mystery upon mystery unfolds before our very eyes.
And this volume is no exception. Can a Succubus truly find happiness with a member of the Council of Twelve? And what about her master down below? Will he take this betrayal lying down? Or is all Hell about to break loose? You’ll have to pick up this book and find out for yourself. Believe me, you won’t be disappointed.
Andreas, âThe Council of Twelve Assistantâ by trade, sat on a hill, close to Los Angeles and stared at the disaster in his view. He looked at several horrifying brush fires that threatened to destroy not only nature and animals, nests, breeding places, caves and plants, but also ground, houses, and the properties and lives of humans who had worked hard to accomplish their goals.
He then was called to the fire of an entire block in Chicago, was reported wildfires in Greece and Cypress, and finally was informed that there were horrifying fires in Spain, and AustraliaâŚ
Finally, he couldnât take it anymore. He took himself back home and was searching for Simael, who had been sulking somewhere in an outside camp, away from everyone else, licking his wounds. He found the Archangel in a hammock; his breathtaking wings were recklessly hanging down to the ground.
âArchangel, if you treat your wings like this, some Assistant in a bad mood could actually step on them.â
Simael shrugged. âGo ahead, Assistant, and youâll die.â
Andreas nodded. He knew, this Archangel didnât just waste his time with empty threats. Heâd keep true to his word. Simael was treated dreadfully as a child by his own parents. His incomparable looks had earned him as many admirers as haters⌠he was bullied, excluded, treated like an outsider, an alien⌠Some would consider his personality âcontroverseâ at best.
Simael was a warm-hearted and helpful personality by nature, but he was also used and hurt so many times, that he was finally tired of everyone and everybody and had become somewhat a loner, for quite some time.
Against all odds, after his last âencounterâ with a woman, Simael took a while to recover, as usually, and then returned to his tasks⌠but soon after lost his interest in his chores and finally started neglecting his armies and subordinates. Andreas, together with Tsechirel had taken over the commands and tried to hide their friendâs disinterest for a long time⌠However, they knew it couldnât go on like this forever. Eventually this would be discovered, and the balance had to become even again.
At this point Andreas wanted to help Simael finding back to his tasks and duties, helping the world, humans, the Lordâs and his Fatherâs creationâŚ
Andreas sighed. âYouâre at your best, I can see that.â Simael stared into the air. âWhat are you doing here?â The Assistant stepped forward, in respectful distance of Simaelâs powerful wings, and replied softly: âI need your help⌠half the world is on fire, and I canât figure out the source. I know, there are fires in California, and Australia, and Greece⌠but not in this time of the year â and not all of them to the same extent. Itâs devastating. And I cannot find the source.â
Despite his demonstrated disinterest, Simael looked at Andreas, now curious. âHow long is this going on now?â Andreas blinked. âIâm not sure. I discovered the first of these events quite a few months ago.â Simael got up. âWho else knows about it?â Andreas hung his head. âNobody.â It took Simael a full ten seconds to discover the lie. âHahaâŚâ He replied sarcastically. âLike you would look at something like that and not tell anyone. Come on⌠spit it out.â
Andreas softly replied: âTsechirel.â Simael smiled. âOf course, who else. Why donât you get him to meet me in Athens, and we can see what we can do to help â and then, to stop it. We might need someone to help us investigate. Are you up for it?â
Since this was the first time in a long time Simael showed interest in anything, Andreas nodded. âOf course.â It wasnât generally one of his own tasks, but he didnât care. Simael was a pleasure to work with, and Andreas wanted to be part of it when this particular Archangel came back to participate in his own activities and be a part of âThe Council of Twelveâ again.
Simael and Andreas informed Tsechirel and they all met in Greece to have a look at the fires⌠and then Simael frowned. The wind just blew a gust into this direction. Could you smell something weird?â
Tsechirel shook his head. âNot from here. How about you, Andreas.â The Archangel-Assistant shook his head. âNothing unusual for me either. It smells like burned wood, grass, ashes⌠what we always smell with common fireâŚ
Simaelâs eyes got small. âNo.â he insisted. âI know thereâs something off. I can smell it. Something isnât right. This is not a natural fire.â
Tsechirel carefully watched Simael. He admired this particular Archangel deeply. Despite all the bad things that happened to him growing up, with his lack of parental love and support, he still had the softest heart. He wasnât entirely sure what exactly drove him off so badly, but he knew, Simael had been deeply hurt once again, otherwise he had not become the loner that he was. Oddly enough, Tsechirel understood his friend to a certain degree.
It wasnât easy to become an Archangel and realizing that a long-term relationship with one woman had become impossible, unless, of course, that one woman was the Archangel consort, which none of them had met yet.
Sometimes either one of them met an extraordinary lady, good to the core, wonderful, beautiful, and some other âfulâs too, and none of them had stayed yet. Being with an Archangel was extremely demanding for every woman. Their partner had barely every time for them, and if they did, a longer get-together, or even living together, was nearly impossible. Archangels were too powerful for any woman who was not meant to be their consort. Every Archangel practically radiated power from the smallest beard stubble to the last tip of their feathers. The feeling of âhummingâ was straining to the female organism, and it had happened that a woman had to leave the Archangel in the middle of the night, nauseated, and not knowing what happened to her.
It was disappointing over and over again for them to know, once again, what they had was âonly a flingâ, despite the predictions and the promises. Obviously, it wasnât their time yet.
At this moment, however, Simael was highly alert, and even suspicious. He wandered around, muttered to himself, and suddenly he swung around to face his friend and his brother. âI got it⌠I know where I smelled this particular note before. â Oh no. These fires are my doing.â
Tsechirel shook his head to comfort his brother. âDonât say that, Sim. You didnâtâŚâ But Simael interrupted him. â⌠what? Light up the match? Surely not⌠but this is the doing of a very, very powerful woman, a supernatural being, to be precise. And she just declared war.â
Andreas scratched his head. âDo I understand that correctly? Your ex-girlfriend did that? The one you saved a while ago?â
Simael nodded. âPrecisely. I remember how she smelled. It was that undertone⌠that one single wonderful perfume of sandalwood. Incomparable, and even when itâs burning it smells far beyond âjustâ ashes. It has this unique aroma â oh, if she wants a war, sheâll be disappointed.â
Tsechirel frowned. âNo fighting?â Simael chuckled. âI didnât say no fighting. I said, no war.â Andreas snorted. âWhat are you up to?â Simael shrugged. âCome on, guys, letâs be real. Do you really think Iâll fight a woman, no matter how powerful she is, sheâll never beat an Archangel.â Tsechirel nodded. âWell, thatâs true. But what are you going to do?â
Simael fumed. âShe dared to damage nature, the world, our Creatorâs work⌠She needs to be stopped. Too many lives are in danger. I would say, I will find her and teach her a lesson. However, I need to talk to our brothers. They must understand whatâs going on and that I might need their support.â
Tsechirel seemed confused. âWhat are you talking about? You are an Archangel, she is a supernatural being, but still, in a fight, sheâs got not chance.â Simael nodded. âIâm with you. But she must agree to either leave the Earth, Nature, animals and human beings out of this, or sheâll find out what Archangel Fire feels like. And that could end up in a âHell of a blastâ.â
Andreas and Tsechirel laughed. âOh, thatâs what you meant. Well, fine, let us get to the Great Hall.â
They all met there, and Simael explained the situation. Gabriel and Michael exchanged a brief look, which Simael discovered in one of the mirrors. âWhat was that about?â Gabriel shrugged. âI figured; youâd fall for that. You know, she challenged you, right?â Simael nodded. âOf course. And I am afraid, I seem to fall for that. However, I am not going to fall for her. I will not let her use me, no matter what. She didnât merely challenge me, she challenged us, and our Father. This either stops, or she might face a heap of ashes she will not rise from anymore.â Michael grinned and Gabriel laughed. âWell, now youâre talking.
*****
Raphael called Evaan, an old and very powerful Demon Tracker. âYou said once, you do have the unusual skills to track other supernatural creatures too, besides demons. Would it be possible for you to help us find a Phoenix?â Evaan nodded. âOf course. Even though, theyâre not exactly my favorite species. Female or male?â
Raphael was confused. âWhy is that important?â Evaan smiled. âTo us trackers, female Phoenix smell slightly stronger and are a bit easier to track. But, in case you refer to tracking Suri, thatâs unnecessary. She informed us that sheâll awaits you in Californiaâs Santa Monica Mountain, slightly off Malibu.â
âCrap.â Gabriel stated. âLots of bushes, dry grass, and brush. Burns like gasoline.â
Uriel smirked. âNot with me there. Archangel Fire doesnât spread.â Then he frowned. âIâm still curious as to why she would send our trackers a message? It seems sheâs quite ahead of us.â
Simael nodded. âI agree. I need to solve that problem immediately, before she causes even bigger damage.â
They all went down to Earth and found Suri standing exactly where she said she would be. She swung around, wen she discovered Simael. Uriel, Tsechirel and Gabriel stayed hidden.
The beautiful woman smiled. âWell-wellâŚâ She said. âLook whoâs finally here⌠welcome, my future husband.â Simael chuckled. âNice welcome, lady. Itâs interesting to hear how you planned my further existence for me. We both know, thatâs never going to happen.â
He slightly tilted his head to the side and looked more like a breathtaking ice and crystal sculpture than a living humanoid creature. âIâm here to keep you from doing any more harm to the Earth. That arson has to stop. What do you want?â
Suri snorted. âI want you to apologize for dumping me⌠then I want us to get married. Iâm your consort.â Simael couldnât help himself when he felt rage boiling up inside of him and he snapped:â You were the one dumping me. You told me you felt imprisoned and that Iâm boring you⌠both clear signs that you are not my consort. You were the one dumping me â and I merely gave you your freedom, thatâs all. Now you are free. Enjoy it.â
Suri shook her head. âI was telling you that I need more entertainment and need to come and go as I please. Next thing I know Iâm standing all alone on the street and you and my home are gone.â
Simael smiled. âThatâs not how I remember it⌠but it doesnât matter at all. I donât want you back, and Iâd rather bite off my tongue than going to get married to someone who doesnât love me. Now, what else do you have to offer?â
She was just about to step closer, when Simael clearly warned her: âAnd be careful now. Think twice about what youâre going to say⌠your life depends on your next words.â
Suri laughed. âWhat do you think, you could do to me? Burn me to ashes? Iâm a Phoenix, Iâd be back in shorter time than you can imagine.â
Simael shook his head. âEven a Phoenix cannot resist Archangel Fire. And your Nemesis stands right behind you.â
Slightly shocked Suri whirled around⌠she wanted to take a step back, but was held in place by ties that surrounded her feet and ankles. âIâm part Archangel.â She yelled. âI will survive Archangel Fire! What do you want? Whatâs going on? Whatâs that supposed to be?â She screamed.
Tsechirel, Uriel and Gabriel showed themselves, all three of them a big grin on their faces. Uriel held demonstratively his fire sword in his right handâŚ
Suri paled. Then she screamed: âFather⌠Father, help me now!â â Nothing happened⌠She tried it twice again, and still no reaction. Finally, she lost patience and yelled from the top of her lungs. âLucifer you stupid pig, move your ass up here â this instant!â
The Archangels exchanged a surprised look, while a small giggle escaped Gabrielâs lips⌠when suddenly a rip in the air showed up, and a coughing man in flip flops and light gray sweat shorts climbed through, accompanied by a huge cloud of smoke and the heavy smell of opium and marihuana.
He seemed slightly disoriented and stared at her. âWhat the Hell are you calling me for?â Then he discovered the Archangels. âOh⌠Youâre here? Hi guys. What is she up to now? Youâre not assaulting my girl, are you?â
Gabriel shook his head. âReally, Lu. Your girl? And you never bothered to tell her that sheâs not related to you?â Lucifer shrugged. âSheâs like my daughter.â He defended himself.
Tsechirel chuckled. âYou telling her sheâs biologically related to you, made her believe being a Phoenix and âpart Archangelâ, as she expressed it, would make her resistant to Archangel Fire.â
Lucifer turned to Suri. âOh, you stupid unit⌠I didnât expect you to be that dumb, seriously. Youâre pretty, and youâre useful. You did almost everything I wanted you to do. But trying to seduce an Archangel was not one of them, and threatening them is by far the most idiotic thing youâre ever tried. Nobody can resist Archangel Fire, not even an Archangel. And not even me. Even if you and I were blood related, which, of course, weâre not, since Iâd never sleep with something that smells like cold barbeque, you still wouldnât bear a chance.â
Suri sulked. âDoes that mean, you wonât help me?â Lucifer shook his head. âI donât even think about it. See for yourself how you get out of this. Youâre seriously just too dumb to exist.â
She tried to protest: âBut⌠you said⌠only an Archangel consortâŚâ Lucifer interrupted her. âAnd you went and tried to become one? My-oh-myâŚâ He turned to the Archangels. âWhat did she do?â
Simael shrugged. âSet half the world on fire.â Lucifer scowled. âLight her up. Thereâs no place in this existence for someone that mentally limited.â He waved briefly and was gone.
Suri turned around and looked at Simael, tears in her eyes. âPlease⌠Iâm so sorryâŚâ
But this one time, Simaelâs eyes were merciless, and the silver shine turned to ice. âToo late.â He told her. Urielâs sword touched her in the back of her neck, and with a short hiss, Suri, the Phoenix, turned into ashes, collapsed, and the ocean breeze carried the microscopic pieces away, out to the waterâŚ
*****
And Simael disappeared to collect his troops and fight the fires. It was time he took back his existence and fought for the Good side, for Earth, humans, and his warriors.
Just one thing, he swore to himself⌠he would never again, fall for just a pretty face. He would wait for his consort, forever and ever, if necessary⌠but he would wait.
And thatâs how Simael became the most unique, the most alien, the most beautiful, and the loneliest Archangel existingâŚ.
Very pleased to share the new of the latest release by A.J. Alexander the YA Fantasy Dream Walker: Book 5 in âThe Council of Twelveâ Series
About the book
Koyu thought she had done her duty, but deep inside she knows it will never be over. She is bound to her master forever and will have to execute his every command. But when he demands sheâll invade his sworn enemyâs dreams, she chooses to rebel.
Koyu risks her existence to help the âother sideâ by purposely disobeying her masterâs orders.
Koyu knows sheâll pay with her life for her impertinence. Is there, indeed, no hope for her?
Reviewed by Linda Tonis Member of the Paranormal Romance Guild Review Team
Koyu Bellamy is a succubus like her mother and sisters, she is a seducer, destroyer and demon but unlike her family she has a conscience. Koyu has always regretted what she was and what she was called to do and when she sits outside a book store she finds out that the owner is Alfred, a Cherub. Alfred is a messenger whose job it is to report her to the Council of Twelve and he did. Fearing that she has gone from hunter to hunted she knows there is no where she can run.
While sitting with Alfred she is called by Asmodeus the third prince of Hell and her Master, a call she has no way to refuse. He calls and she comes running only this time he wants her to seduce Santanael an Archangel who is known for being immune to seduction. When asked if she will accept the task, she answers that she is up for the challenge. Somehow saying challenge made a difference and once again she finds herself zapped only this time she is back where she started from.
Koyu begs Alfred to get help and Andreas from the Council of Twelve comes. She reveals everything that Asmodeus demanded from her and begs for someone to help Santanael. Once again, she finds herself in a strange place and this time Santanael is looking down at her. She is in Heaven and he is well aware of the fact that she is unlike all the other demons, she has a conscience. He promises to protect her from Asmodeus but even Heaven canât stop him from hurting her. It becomes a chess game; Angels against Lucifer and the pawn is Koyu.
For hundreds of years Koyu followed orders, destroying lives, only when the life she destroyed was a man who deserved it was she content. She also has the ability to dream walk into her victimâs dreams setting them up for what would follow and what would follow was would become a nightmare.
Like all the previous books in this series this one was amazing and I read it in one sitting. Angels, demons, Lucifer, constant battle between good and evil and love. A story of redemption, a demon in Heaven thereâs hope for us all, lol. I loved the fact that we catch up with everyone from the previous books, all the woman we met before, and that is why I totally recommend reading this series in order, well one of the reasons because there are so many.
After a massive storm, he found her buried under masses of rocks and fallen trees⌠Her beautiful mocha-colored skin was bruised and scratched; her wounds were severeâŚ
She was unconscious, her long, mahogany mane was tousled and dirty, and her clothes were ripped. He tried to free her with as little effort as possible, he was scared he could make a mistake, and the damaged pieces of buildings, natural disaster rocks, and wood could fall onto her and injure her even more.
While he was working, she surprisingly opened her eyes, which showed breathtaking pale green, light, mint-colored irisesâŚ
He hadnât paid attention for a moment, and since he considered himself safe, she caught a glimpse of his powdery white wings â and started screaming.
Simael swung around and stared at her, a movement that wasnât exactly soothing to her since her cries got even louder and shriller.
Finally, Simael lost his patience and harshly barked at her: âIâm trying to help you, woman. Would you mind at least not causing my hearing any damage?â
Hearing his words, she closed her mouth, her breathing was still heavy and filled with apparent fear, but finally, she gave his ears a rest.
While hiding his wings in a friendlier tone, he introduced himself: âMy name is Simael. I discovered you here and hoped I could free you and take you to get medical care as quickly as possible. If that is a problem for you, please let me know.â
She eyed him curiously, his voice seemed to have calmed her down a little bit, and she replied shyly: âNo⌠thatâs⌠Iâm sorry⌠Iâm grateful for your help. Youâre Simael, the Moon Angel?â
He looked at her closer. âI am.â He replied shortly. âAnd you are?â She tried a smile. âMy name is Gwendolyn. Iâm sorry, Archangel. You scared me for a moment. I didnât expect ever to meet one of you. I want to shake your hand, but currently, Iâm a bit handicapped.â Simael nodded curtly. âI understand.â
He kept working until she was free of debris, then bent over her. âDo you feel any pain?â She nodded. âIn my shoulders, chest, and head. Below my belt, I cannot feel anything.â
Simael got worried. âThat doesnât sound good.â I might want to take you to a healer rather than a doctor, it seems?â She nodded. âYes, I would appreciate that.â
Simael contacted his brother, Raphael, without a word, asking for healing support. Only a few minA female angel showed up only a few minutes later, a healing backpack. The woman on the ground looked scared. âWhatâs wrong with me?â She wailed.
The angel smiled. âI just arrived. Give me a moment to examine you, please. I hope I will be able to tell you more after that. â My name is Caylee, by the way.â
âGwendolyn.â The angel bent over her. âNice to meet you.â She examined Gwendolyn carefully and then got up. âI doubt itâs too bad, Gwendolyn. I want to discuss a few things with my fellow angels. Iâll be right back.â Gwendolyn nodded weakly. She seemed to feel horrible and looked dreadful.â
Caylee stepped to Simael and stared him in the eyes. âThis isnât a human being. Sheâs a supernatural form, but for my life, I cannot determine what kind of being she is. I wish we had a Demon Tracker here.â Simael smiled. âI knew she was supernatural. She caught a glimpse of my wings and addressed me as âArchangel.â
Caylee frowned. Not as âAngel,â but as âArchangelâ? Thatâs odd.â Behind them, someone giggled. âItâs not so odd when you consider Simaelâs look. No other angel looks like him, and as a supernatural creature, she would know that Moon Angel is Sim. So, thatâs not witchcraft.â
Simael smiled. âHi there, Callie.â He introduced Gwendolyn to âCaliandra.â âSheâs one of our oldest experts in Supernatural beings,â Simael explained. The breathtaking Newcomer indeed had a few gray streaks in her hair, but her face was youthful, and she nearly burst with energy.
Caliandra shook her head and frowned at Simael: âYou had to use the word âoldâ in my introduction, didnât you?â Simaelâs eyes widened. But Caliandra laughed. âWell, itâs true⌠But Iâm just playing with you, Simael. Letâs have a closer look at Suri. I have seen similar eyes before, and the ones here are brown with a yellowish glow. It seems the girl has origins sheâd like to hide.â Caliandra looked at Caylee. âDid you pick up a particular smell when you examined her?â Caylee nodded. âShe smelled a bit like cold ashes.â Caliandra sighed. âI thought so.â Caylee frowned. âI donât follow you; Iâm sorry. Whatâs the obvious that I oversaw?â Simael smiled. âI had to learn all that too. The flames within Suriâs body show nowhere but in her eyes, and her smell indicates one race that normally is frowned upon. Some angels consider them demons, but in Hell, theyâre not welcome either since their skills are much higher developed than demon skills â and brains. These creatures can be dangerous to angels, even Archangels if theyâre old enough.â
Cayleeâs eyes widened⌠âOh.â She said, a little helplessly. After a moment, she added. âI donât know if Iâm willing, under these circumstancesâŚ.â Simael interrupted her sharply. âI called you to assist Suri and help her because sheâs injured. I donât care what you are âwillingâ to do⌠I gave you an order, and no matter the circumstances, I expect it to be fulfilled â and pronto, if you please.â He turned away from her and walked for a few steps; soon, his body had disappeared between the trees. Caylee, who had stared after him, turned to Caliandra. âIâm not usedâŚ.â Caliandra held up her hand and interrupted the younger angel: âIâm not interested in excuses. Iâm an old, very old angel, my child. And Iâm now giving you some much-needed advice: We are angels! If you want to stay one, you better improve your attitude.â
Cayleeâs eyes were big. âI proved a long time ago that my skillsâŚ.â Caliandra interrupted her again. âIâm not talking about your skills in healing. Iâm talking about your behavior. As an angel, we do not show any preference when it comes to our good Lordâs creatures, no matter what and who they are! We are unique in many ways, but God created humans and all supernatural forms, and we are to love one as the other. We are helping where our help is needed, and we sure donât show any kind or form of bullying or neglect. I recommend youâll remember that next time you deal with Simael. He has been bullied and doesnât take that behavior lightly.â
Caylee nodded. âI understand. I appreciate your help, older sister.â She bowed politely and retreated to go over to Suri. âMadame. I think the trauma of being hit has caused you partial paralysis, but Iâm almost convinced it wonât last. If you let me carefully touch your spine and torso, I could make sure you donât have any internal bleeding or injuries and maybe find out more. I understand if you donât want that, but Iâm convinced it would help. Also, it could take some of your pain.â
Suri nodded, her eyes wide and dark. âIâd appreciate that. Thank you very much.â Caylee started to work on Suri and helped her to control her pain. Also, she ensured that Suri was comfortable treating the beautiful woman. After the treatment, Caylee informed Suri: âI knew it wasnât so bad. Thank God you donât have internal bleeding; your organs are intact, and everything works fine. But you have a swelling that puts pressure onto your spine and partially causes numbness in your lower body half. We will have to wait for a while until the swelling goes down. Your mobility should return soon. If not, let Simael call me. Iâll keep on working until we get this fixed.â
Suri smiled. âThanks so very much. I donât know how to thank you.â Caylee returned the smile. âDonât fuss. You need help, and this is only a little bit I can do. Let me get Simael for you.â
Simael had carried Suri to one of his hiding spots and had provided her with a beautiful haven, a breathtaking view, food, and exciting conversation. They spent several weeks together in the house on the cliffs when Suri finally asked him: âArchangel, I think Iâm all but cured. I donât know how long you want to keep me imprisoned here, and I start feeling like your pet.â
Simael was shocked. âIâm sorry to hear that, Suri. I didnât expect you to feel like Iâm holding you, hostage.â He said stiffly. âI would never hurt you, and I thought Iâd help you recover.â
Suri shook her head. âI recovered a week ago. Iâm still waiting for you to tell me what you want from me?â
Suri laughed. âYouâre interesting⌠in a conversation, yes, sometimes. But the fact is, we both have merely nothing in common. After I started singing your feathers, I thought you would figure out Iâm not at the right place here.â
Simael shrugged. âI didnât⌠Well⌠why the discussion. Iâm not holding you prisoner here, Suri. Youâre free to go whenever you feel like it.â He gestured toward the door. âGoodbye.â
She found herself standing outside, somewhere in nowhere⌠there was no phone reception, and the next street seemed seven to twelve miles away.
Suri turned around, half expecting that Simael was staring after her on the stairs to the porch. But the house was gone, and so was the Archangel. Only a few sparks reminded her that there had been some magic involvedâŚ
She stared at the sky and swore, âYou will pay for that, Archangel. You canât do that with me and then think youâre getting away with it. Youâll regret that.â
Far away, in the âGreat Hall,â Gabriel calmly said to Zachariel: âAleja jacta suntâŚâ
It’s January 7, once again. And, as usual, I’m 29 years old today. It’s 2023, and despite my huge plans, things didn’t turn out the way they were planned. Instead, they turned out better!
A friend of mine keeps telling me: things happen for a reason, and I believe, she’s right. I was lucky, so very blessed, the past 9 months, I won’t be able to ever return what I got. But I will keep my eyes and heart open to love – and to give back whenever I can.
My trip isn’t ending here… I’m still traveling on the road to my goal… I’m still wondering when I will arrive… But I know, I’ll get there.
As of today: I’ll celebrate my birthday, hoping that one wrinkle more isn’t too obvious, and thank you to be part of my life!
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But for the moment, maybe you can help me celebrate my birthday by sharing my books? I’d really appreciate it if you could share them, whenever and wherever you can. As a birthday wish, this is huge for me!
After long years in the line of duty as a ‘Soul Taker,’ Kate is worn out.
When she gets a new job offer from the ‘Powers Above,’ she accepts her new job as a Guardian gratefully without knowing that her teacher is one of the most powerful beings in existence, the Archangel Raphael.
Along with Raphael, she takes on her new task and the connection between them grows.
Raphael helps, protects and supports Kate, but suddenly, she becomes a target for the Demons of Hell.
Raphael realizes that Kate means more to him than he expected, which causes him to fight furiously against danger. If he fails, Kate’s future will contain eternal darkness, Evil, and torture.
Sundance is a promising young Warrior Angel, the first in centuries to join the Divine Army. With the help of one of the most powerful Archangels, her skill and talent develop, allowing her to master some of the most difficult tasks that face her kind.
Sundance, under the supervision of the ‘Council of Twelve’, seeks to prove that she deserves her unusual gifts in the eternal fight between good and Evil. Follow her adventures as she discovers love, fights the good fight, and finds herself in the heat of battle trying to keep her wings from being singed.
Zepheira is the best Demon Tracker working for the Good side. With her unusual looks, her phenomenal sense of smell, and her bravery, she quickly draws ‘The Big 7’s attention to her talent. They hire her to find one of them. Leaving her familiar surroundings and regular work environment unsettles Zepheira at first. But the challenge to prove herself and to increase the reputation of her infallibility tempts her. She is convinced she will be a great asset to ‘The Big 7’. Little does she know she will be a much greater asset in Heaven’s fight against Evil. Zepheira suddenly becomes more than a hired tracker. She finds herself an important pawn in the game of love, heat, and fire. Will her courage and sacrifice be sufficient to dance with the flames?
When Centriel roams the Earth in a dark mood and atypical despair, in a mountain clearing, far from humankind, he unexpectedly discovers a runner, followed by a petite hunter. The way the woman treats the giant fugitive amuses the Archangel, but he quickly learns that neither of them are what they seem to be.
Simin Arnatt is an extraordinary woman. Her occupation as a Bounty Hunter takes her all over the world, as she follows her prey to the most unusual places. She would have never expected to meet the famous Centriel while on a hunt. When he offers to help her, she feels the enormous attraction, but she knows, with the secret she holds, she could never dare to hope for love.
Neither of them could guess that with her next assignment, Hell is breaking looseâŚ
Koyu thought she had done her duty, but deep inside she knows it will never be over. She is bound to her master forever and will have to execute his every command. But when he demands sheâll invade his sworn enemyâs dreams, she chooses to rebel.
Koyu risks her existence to help the âother sideâ by purposely disobeying her master’s orders.
Koyu knows she’ll pay with her life for her impertinence. Is there, indeed, no hope for her?
That’s one of my wishes… to bring my books to the reader’s heart.
I would love to hear how you like the stories around ‘The Council Of Twelve.’
After long years in the line of duty as a âSoul Takerâ, Kate is worn out.
When she gets a new job offer from the âPowers Aboveâ, she accepts her new job as a Guardian gratefully without knowing that her teacher is one of the most powerful beings in existence, the Archangel Raphael.
Along with Raphael, she takes on her new task and the connection between them grows.
Raphael helps, protects and supports Kate, but suddenly, she becomes a target for the Demons of Hell.
Raphael realizes that Kate means more to him than he expected, which causes him to fight furiously against danger. If he fails, Kateâs future will contain eternal darkness, evil, and torture.
Sundance is a promising young Warrior Angel, the first in centuries to join the Divine Army. With the help of one of the most powerful Archangels, her skill and talent develop, allowing her to master some of the most difficult tasks that face her kind.
Sundance, under the supervision of the âCouncil of Twelveâ seeks to prove that she deserves her unusual gifts in the eternal fight between good and evil. Follow her adventures as she discovers love, fights the good fight, and finds herself in the heat of battle trying to keep her wings from being singed.
Zepheira is the best Demon Tracker working for the Good side. With her unusual looks, her phenomenal sense of smell, and her bravery, she quickly draws âThe Big 7âs attention to her talent. They hire her to find one of them. Leaving her familiar surroundings and regular work environment unsettles Zepheira at first. But the challenge to prove herself and to increase the reputation of her infallibility tempts her. She is convinced she will be a great asset to âThe Big 7â. Little does she know she will be a much greater asset in Heavenâs fight against Evil. Zepheira suddenly becomes more than a hired tracker. She finds herself an important pawn in the game of love, heat, and fire. Will her courage and sacrifice be sufficient to dance with the flames?
When Centriel roams the Earth in a dark mood and atypical despair, in a mountain clearing, far from humankind, he unexpectedly discovers a runner, followed by a petite hunter. The way the woman treats the giant fugitive amuses the Archangel, but he quickly learns that neither of them are what they seem to be.
Simin Arnatt is an extraordinary woman. Her occupation as a Bounty Hunter takes her all over the world, as she follows her prey to the most unusual places. She would have never expected to meet the famous Centriel while on a hunt. When he offers to help her, she feels the enormous attraction, but she knows, with the secret she holds, she could never dare to hope for love.
Neither of them could guess that with her next assignment, Hell is breaking looseâŚ
Koyu thought she had done her duty, but deep inside she knows it will never be over. She is bound to her master forever and will have to execute his every command. But when he demands sheâll invade his sworn enemyâs dreams, she chooses to rebel.
Koyu risks her existence to help the âother sideâ by purposely disobeying her master’s orders.
Koyu knows she’ll pay with her life for her impertinence. Is there, indeed, no hope for her?
Iâm excited to announce that all of my books in ‘The Council of Twelve’ series, will be available as part of the Smashwords 2022 End of Year Sale! This is a chance to get all of them, along with books from many other great authors, at a promotional discount.
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I’m over the moon! I learned that Dream Walker got its first 5-star review, and of course, I’m walking on clouds! I’m so excited that this book, too, is liked!
Reviewed by Linda Tonis Member of the Paranormal Romance Guild Review Team
Koyu Bellamy is a succubus like her mother and sisters, she is a seducer, destroyer, and demon but unlike her family, she has a conscience. Koyu has always regretted what she was and what she was called to do and when she sits outside a book store she finds out that the owner is Alfred, a Cherub. Alfred is a messenger whose job it is to report her to the Council of Twelve and he did. Fearing that she has gone from hunter to hunted she knows there is nowhere she can run.
While sitting with Alfred she is called by Asmodeus the third prince of Hell and her Master, a call she has no way to refuse. He calls and she comes running only this time he wants her to seduce Santanael an Archangel who is known for being immune to seduction. When asked if she will accept the task, she answers that she is up for the challenge. Somehow saying challenge made a difference and once again she finds herself zapped only this time she is back where she started from.
Koyu begs Alfred to get help and Andreas from the Council of Twelve comes. She reveals everything that Asmodeus demanded from her and begs for someone to help Santanael. Once again, she finds herself in a strange place and this time Santanael is looking down at her. She is in Heaven and he is well aware of the fact that she is unlike all the other demons, she has a conscience. He promises to protect her from Asmodeus but even Heaven canât stop him from hurting her. It becomes a chess game; Angels against Lucifer and the pawn is Koyu.
For hundreds of years Koyu followed orders, destroying lives, only when the life she destroyed was a man who deserved it was she content. She also has the ability to dream walk into her victimâs dreams setting them up for what would follow and what would follow was would become a nightmare.
Like all the previous books in this series this one was amazing and I read it in one sitting. Angels, demons, Lucifer, constant battle between good and evil and love. A story of redemption, a demon in Heaven thereâs hope for us all, lol. I loved the fact that we catch up with everyone from the previous books, all the woman we met before, and that is why I totally recommend reading this series in order, well one of the reasons because there are so many.
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