Eternal
Flame
Guardians
Book One
Valerie
Twombly
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Resplendence
ISBN: 978-1-60735-700-1
ASIN: B00G0G3FM8
Number of pages: 272
Cover Artist: Les Byerley
Book
Description:
A woman he cannot have, a man who is only
a dream...
When guardian Marcus Dagotto, discovers
the gods have gifted him with a mate, he is pissed. He has no room for love and
even less for a human who has no idea he exists.
Cassandra Jensen, has a shattered heart
and has given up on men. Only one man can set her body on fire, but he is a
fantasy that haunts her sleep.
Two worlds, one desire. When the two
collide, fate will rip them apart and test their resolve. Will darkness and
evil prevail? Or, will love conquer all?
Book Trailer:
Review by Niki
I was given this book for an honest review.
Not a bad read, but there were a few stale parts. I am used to more action and advanced writing. It just seemed a little dull even in the most exciting parts. Don't get me wrong...the sex scenes were pretty good, but I just had trouble with it. Don't take my word for it try it and let me know your thoughts!
Review by Kim
I have a place on my heart for paranormal romance. Let me tell you this book did not dissapoint. It was an intriguing story that grips you from the start.
It was dark and sensual. A fantastic story!!!
It starts back in the year 1712 to fill you in on some of the back story of what happened in the past. How the curse was placed and what the Guardians purpose is to the human race. Then carried you to the present time.
I have a place on my heart for paranormal romance. Let me tell you this book did not dissapoint. It was an intriguing story that grips you from the start.
The story and the words flowed together like a river. It was a page turner. Wow. The emotions I felt while reading this story were amazing. I would find myself covering my face, yelling, and cheering them on. Cursing when something bad happened.
The love story of Marcus and Cassie was top notch.
Of course all my questions were not answered. And I can't wait to read the continuing story. I am excited that this was not a stand alone book.
Fantastic author, touching love story filled with amazing action. She nailed it. It was alluring, sexy, titillating drama.
A must read for anyone who loves paranormal romance.
Highly recommended.
About the
Author:
As a child, Valerie would often get into
trouble for peeking at her mother’s favorite TV show, Dark Shadows. She can
still hear her mother saying “It will give you nightmares.” She was right of
course, but that did not stop Valerie from watching. As an adult, her love of
the fanged creatures never waned. She would watch any vampire movie she could
find.
Being a true romantic, Valerie was
thrilled when she discovered the genre of paranormal romance. Her first read
was one of Lara Adrian’s, Midnight Breed Series and from there she was hooked.
Today, Valerie has decided to take her
darker, sensual side and put it to paper. When she is not busy creating a world
full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time
between a full-time job, hubby and her two German shepherd dogs, in Northern
IL.
Website http://www.valerietwombly.com/
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Prologue
October 1712
Tears stung Marcus’s cheeks when
he raised his sword. “I am so sorry, love. I have failed you. It should be I
who dies this day.”
Eliza’s cocoa eyes looked at him
but didn’t see him. Dead inside, her soul was lost. She would never again be
the woman he loved.
He sucked in a breath and flexed
his arms, the sword swung, slicing across her neck. The blade tore through
sinew and bone and sent her head rolling across the stone floor. Reality nearly
sent him to his knees, but there wasn’t time to mourn the death of his mate.
The fighting outside echoed in his ears, the demons were strong and put up one
hell of a fight.
Marcus advanced down the corridor
of the abandoned castle. The scene played out the same in every direction.
Blood bathed the floors, and his brethren’s heartsick screams echoed off the
walls as they killed their mates.
A demon jumped out from behind a
door. Its claws tearing the flesh on his arm. He wielded his sword and sent
another head flying across the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a
Draki dispatching another demon. The shifter, a friend who also searched for
his mate. Not even the dragons were immune to Drayos and his fucking misery.
The dragon turned his head. “Be
careful, my friend. My brethren will soon be setting this place on fire.”
Caleb’s cerulean body shimmered as he shifted back to human form.
“Have you found your mate yet?”
Marcus asked as he searched the adjoining room. Empty.
“Not yet, you?”
He stepped beside his friend. “I
killed her.”
Caleb laid a hand on his
shoulder. “I am sorry, my friend. Drayos will die this day for what he has
done.”
Marcus nodded and moved forward
in his search for the demon Drayos. He opened up the psychic path leading to
his prince. Aidyn.
Marcus,
did you find my sister?
He closed his eyes, so many
hearts broken today. She is dead, I am sorry,
my lord.
I
will kill Drayos with my bare hands.
Aidyn had already lost his brother
and father in this battle. His pain ripped through Marcus. No doubt the other
guardians felt it. It was a blessing and a curse to be connected to each other.
He tried to pinpoint the prince’s
position, but something blocked him. Aidyn, where are you? Do not engage Drayos. The prince would die as well if
he tried to kill the Demon Overlord. Aidyn was far too young; his two hundred
years were no match against a thousand-year-old demon.
He
took our women, used them to carry his spawn. He has killed everyone I love.
Tired muscles carried Marcus up a
flight of stairs. He stormed from room to room, kicking in locked doors only to
find them empty. I know my lord, and he will pay, but it is not wise
for you to confront him. He
knew Aidyn wouldn’t listen. Perhaps the gods would help.
“Zarek!” Marcus summoned the god,
nothing. No surprise. After all, the gods could have stepped in and saved the
women, but they had all been left to fate. Fuck fate, he was sick to death of
it.
The sound of clashing swords
filtered in from the hallway. He flashed into the room, not caring what he
stumbled across. His vision filled with Aidyn and Drayos, they were face to
face.
Drayos had morphed into a full
demon and stood at least three feet taller than Aidyn. Blood seeped from the wounds
that covered the demons blackened skin.
Marcus tried to run toward them
but found himself behind an invisible barrier. “What the fuck?”
He balled his hands and banged on
the wall. “Aidyn!” The prince ignored him. He was stuck, helpless as he watched
the events unfold in front of him. Thoughts of telling Daria, his queen, she
had lost her entire family in this battle sat like arsenic in his stomach. He
pressed his palms against his prison. Aidyn, my friend, I can’t bear another loss today.
The air behind him shifted, a
cool breeze lifted his hair. He moved his gaze over his shoulder and found
Zarek towering over him in a Scottish kilt rather than his beloved Egyptian
shendyt. His raven hair held a beaded braid on one side. So
this is why he ignores us? He is busy playing dress-up with the goddess
Quadira.
“Get me out of here!” he
demanded.
“You will not interfere, my son.”
Marcus growled; his fangs
elongated; he wanted blood. Yes, he would take the blood of his god if it ended
the pain and suffering of his brethren. “You would let the prince die?” He
tried to lunge toward Zarek but found his feet pinned to the floor. You
are our creator, we your warriors. Why would you do this to us?
Zarek gave him a leveled gaze.
“What makes you think the prince will die this day?”
He looked back toward the fight.
Aidyn had lost his sword; a small dagger was clutched in his hand. Both the
demon and the vampire bore bloody wounds.
He turned back to Zarek. “The
prince is too young to fight one as strong as Drayos.” Marcus dropped to his
knees, he would beg the god if he had to.
“Send me in his place…please.” He
was three hundred years older than Aidyn and could defeat the demon. “We have
lost so much today.” Death haunted him like a fucking plague. He was a healer,
but today, he healed no one. The anguished cries of his brethren still echoed
in his ears. They had slain their mates then turned on each other to end their
misery. Marcus would like to end his suffering as well, but he would continue
on; his skills were needed.
Zarek laid a hand on his
shoulder. “I am sorry, my son, for all the pain you will encounter this day.
However, today must shape the future.” With those words, he vanished.
The future? Aidyn was their
future, the line that tied them all together. They all hoped the prince would
persuade the gods to find a cure for the curse Drayos had placed upon them.
The curse would devour them,
creating an imbalance that would darken their souls. When Zarek created his
vampires, he used light and dark, good and evil. The light fueled the guardian
of humanity, the darkness the warrior. A perfect balance, but once Drayos’s
curse took full effect, the light would fade, the darkness turning them into
pure evil, destined to destroy everything in their path. Not even the humans
they guarded would be safe.
He jumped to his feet but found
the shield still erected around him. Aidyn’s body lie still on the floor, and
Drayos stood over him, sword poised for the fatal blow.
He beat on the invisible wall.
“Aidyn!” He sucked in a breath, his heart trapped in a vice that squeezed the
life out of him. He could do nothing but watch his prince die. A tear slid down
his cheek for the death of his mate, his brethren and now his prince, his best
friend. I am no guardian. I am a failure. I have failed them
all.
Drayos swung his sword.
Everything moved in slow motion as Marcus waited for the blade to connect with
Aidyn’s neck.
Lightning sizzled from the sky
and sent debris flying in different directions. The room crumbled around them
as the earth shook. Drayos’s head rolled across the floor. Marcus sensed the
shield that encased him drop, and he rushed forward to where Aidyn stood.
“What the hell just happened? Are
you alright?” Marcus asked.
“I am not exactly sure. I think I
caused the lightning.”
“You?” He looked over the prince,
his pants torn and his shirt missing. Dust from the debris covered his bleeding
wounds. There was something different about the prince. He seemed stronger.
Marcus noticed the dark marking on Aidyn’s chest and reached out to wipe away
the gray dirt so he could get a better look. “Sweet deity!” He jumped back.
“What?” Aidyn looked at his
chest. His jaw dropped. “I never felt it.”
Like many of the other guardians,
Aidyn had been given his mark. An indication of his position and abilities.
Marcus bore the Ankh, a pair of angel wings spread out over the top. The
ancient symbol meant life or living. A healer, able to repair the sick or
injured with his energy.
The naked skin over Aidyn’s left
breast bore the mark chosen by the gods. The eye of Ra, the symbol of
protection and power, sat atop a pyramid encased by a blazing sun. This could
only mean…
Marcus.
His thoughts interrupted by the
almost unrecognizable voice. Father?
Come
to me, son.
Aidyn touched his shoulder. “I am
fine, let us go help your father.”
Together they flashed to the
position his father communicated. When Marcus arrived, his father was on his
knees holding the bloody, headless body of his wife, Marcus’s mother. His sword
lay beside him covered in blood. He knew what had happened. His mother’s belly
heavy with child. Drayos’s demon spawn had been growing inside her, and like
the other women, her soul had been darkened. There was no cure, Marcus had
tried to heal Eliza, but it had proved fruitless. Like him, his father had
taken the head of the woman he loved.
“Father.” He knelt next to the
frail man and placed his arm around his shoulder, pulling him tight to his
side. “I am so very sorry.” Tears welled in his eyes, he refused them escape.
He would remain strong for the man beside him.
His father looked at him, his
eyes rimmed red. “You will do the honorable thing.”
Marcus closed his eyes, again. He
would have to mourn later. “Yes,” he whispered. How much more destruction could
he take before he crumbled? Somewhere, he would find the strength needed to end
his father’s misery and begin his own.
“Take care of your sister.” It
was the last command his father would ever give him.
“I will. I love you.” He kissed
the man on the cheek then stood, his sword flashed through the smoke-filled sky
and sliced through his father’s neck.
Marcus dropped to his knees, the
heartache so severe he nearly passed out. His lungs contracted as he screamed
to the heavens. Another failure, so many broken hearts he was unable to heal.
Why couldn’t he heal the broken hearts?
Strong arms circled him from
behind and held him tight. “I have you, my friend,” Aidyn whispered.
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