Love,
Alchemy
by
Eden Ashley
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GENRE:
New Adult Romance/Fantasy
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BLURB:
Daveigh
Little is no stranger to bad choices, but when one of them lands her
in hot water, she finds herself on the run from a ruthless criminal
who places a price on her head…and then there is Ethan.
From the moment she first laid eyes on Ethan Remington, Daveigh knew there was something very different about him…she just didn’t know how different.
With the habit of showing up exactly when she needs him the most, Ethan displays an uncanny intuition towards Daveigh’s whereabouts. But then the tables are turned and soon Daveigh realizes that it is Ethan who actually needs saving.
From the moment she first laid eyes on Ethan Remington, Daveigh knew there was something very different about him…she just didn’t know how different.
With the habit of showing up exactly when she needs him the most, Ethan displays an uncanny intuition towards Daveigh’s whereabouts. But then the tables are turned and soon Daveigh realizes that it is Ethan who actually needs saving.
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Excerpt:
The
Party
Cooper’s
fingers dug into her arm with bruising force, leaving Davey no choice
but to defend herself. Punching out with the heel of her free hand,
she struck him in the nose. Rearing back in pain, he immediately let
go and she struggled to keep her footing. Recovering, Cooper snarled
and lunged to retaliate. Davey scrambled but wasn’t fast enough to
escape his reach. And then suddenly she didn’t have to. A dark
figure stepped into Cooper’s path, and seconds later, Cooper was on
the ground bleeding and wearing a dazed look. He wouldn’t be
getting up anytime soon.
Deeply
shaken, Davey opened her mouth to thank her rescuer, but he had
already gone. Swallowed up by the dancing mass of sweaty teenagers.
Davey
wanted to be home at once. All she could think of was cuddling with
Hogan while reading him a bedtime story before tucking him in. She
ran outside, yanking a hoodie over her head to protect against the
chill. Gulping in the misty fresh air, she calmed down enough to slow
to a stroll and began what would be a long walk home. But there he
was. It hadn’t been her imagination. Remington stood on the shadowy
road, blocking Davey’s path.
She
stopped several yards from his position. A safe distance away, she
hoped. “What do you want?”
His
reply was so low she could barely make it out. “I needed to be
sure.”
Davey’s
heart was thudding out of her chest. Had he seen her dealing? “About
what?”
“That
you were okay.”
“Oh.”
She hadn’t expected that. “If you were so worried, why didn’t
you stick around?”
“The
directive tonight was recon only.” Remington took a step closer. “I
think I may have compromised it by causing a scene.”
Weirdo
alarm bells ringing at full volume, Davey took two steps back. “I’m
sorry saving my ass messed up your mission. Thanks anyway.” Going
in the other direction would get her away from him but also make the
trek home thirty minutes longer. It really didn’t seem like a bad
trade off.
“What
did that guy want from you?”
“It’s
none of your business.” Davey quickly started walking.
Remington
followed. “You could have been hurt.”
“Again,
none of your business.” She doubled her stride, but he kept pace
effortlessly. Forging ahead for about fifty feet, Davey stopped.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I’m
escorting you home.”
Flabbergasted,
her mouth opened and shut. “Why?” she finally asked.
Remington
watched her for a quiet moment. His features were oddly attractive in
the glow of the streetlights. “I swore to serve and protect. It’s
my job to keep you safe.”
Unconvinced,
she gestured toward the house where the party raged on. “So a cop
is going to show up and escort every one of those kids home too?”
“No.”
She
folded her arms. “Then why are you following me?”
Remington
shifted. “I don’t know.”
It
wasn’t really an answer, but the way he spoke, as well as the
manner of his movements, made the words seem true. Plus, Remington
hadn’t appeared comfortable admitting them.
“What’s
your name?”
“Officer
Remington.”
“Well,
I don’t like cops. Give me something else to call you.”
“Like
what?”
Davey
rolled her eyes. “Like your first name.”
“Oh.”
Remington smiled. The expression transformed his features, and she
thought he should do it more often. “Ethan.”
“Okay,
Ethan. Walk me home.”
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AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Realist,
cynic, and hopeless romantic all rolled into one, Eden lives in a
small, sunny town in SC where thunderstorms inspire her best ideas.
When not daydreaming about her next novel, Eden can be found curled
up with a musty old paperback and a cup of coffee...or mired deeply
in her next plot to take over the world. She enjoys reading or
watching anything with supernatural elements, so writing paranormal
and fantasy romance is a natural fit.
Links:
Blog:
http://edenbynite.blogspot.com/,
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/EdenAshleyAuthor
Twitter:
@Eden_byNite
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7150184.Eden_Ashley
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