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After receiving devastating news, Kiriana Kladshon moves across the country, only to get caught up in the world of The Frozen. Nye and Kiriana are pulled into an attraction neither can control. Will it be their ultimate demise or their greatest salvation?
Damarion, is leading a group of female demons on a mission. During his punishment on Earth, Damarion learns of dangers within his coven trying to stop him from returning to his love, still trapped in Hell and A love he was so sure was true...
This is a fascinating look at a different set of demon hunters--the Frozen. Gabriel offers a select number of suicides the chance to earn redemption by working out their salvation by hunting demons for a set number of years. SHARED REDEMPTION shares the story of one group of Frozen--and featuring mostly on Nye and his relationship with a Normal, Kiriana, who accidentally crosses his path.
The book also shows the demon camp and focuses on Damarian--there's more to his story too than you would think.
The book is told in alternating, first person POVs--Kiri, Damarian, and Nye--and a few times I would have to stop and think about whose POV we were actually in, but the voices of each main character were so distinct that it didn't take me out of the story for too long.
I really enjoyed this book and the relationships within the Frozen camp and I'm looking forward to reading the next book in the series!!
4 Flowers - This was a very good book! I'd recommend it to my friends.
Enjoy an excerpt:
“You’re back,” I said with too much of a lilt. God, I sounded like a groupie trying to pretend that I wasn’t.
“Yes. Do you need anything?” Nye asked.
“Besides my freedom?”
Nye just stared at me.
“Right…food, water, bathroom,” I started a list.
“The commode is through that door. What are you hungry for?”
“What do you have?”
“Pretty much everything.”
“Fine, then how about a half dozen chicken flautas with some guacamole and a cerveza, por favor.”
“Tap or bottle?”
“Bottle,” I replied sheepishly.
“Domestic or imported? Though, considering your condition I wouldn’t choose alcohol.”
“You have a pineapple Juarito?” I asked, amazed he’d have my favorite drink.
“You really have flautas and Juaritos?”
“Yes, and what kind of guac do you want? Lots of peppers and onions? Tomatoes?”
“Fine. You need help to the commode?”
“No, I should be fine.”
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, knowing I’d have to put most of my weight on my left leg. Warily I stood up. Knowledge of my weakness could not prepare me for the reality of it. I crumpled to the floor as if I were a knight who’d just lost his head on the battlefield.
Embarrassed I lay there hoping by some miracle Nye hadn’t seen me. His large boots were right by my eyes and I looked up as he was crouching to help. Our eyes locked and I was just a breath away from his lips. Mine puckered as his pulled in and I inhaled deeply to hold back the urge to explore his mouth with my tongue.
His hands were warm again against my body and I wondered why they weren’t warm like body heat. They were just warm. He lifted me to the bathroom, leaning me against the sink, and then brought me a cane from the bedroom.
“Here, see if this helps.”
I leaned on the cane, bracing myself, shifting my weight back and forth until I felt comfortable.
“Look, it may take me a little bit to get your food for you. If you want, take a bath. There’s a robe on the back of the door and I can try to scrounge up some clothes for you. Yours have to be feeling…”
“Nasty, yes, they are, thanks. I’m a size two, if you find anything.”
Nye left and I spied the huge Jacuzzi. I looked around for something to wash with and found rose water bath bubbles and three types of soaps in a closet. I ran the water in the Jacuzzi and dripped the rose water bath bubbles under the Koehler farmer’s spigot.
I pulled off the shorts and underwear that appeared to be glued to my body. I slid my lower body into the water, which was just a few degrees below scalding, the way I liked it. My muscles started to loosen as the heat ate into them.
Pulling off my tank top, followed by my bra, I slid the rest of the way into the water and sighed. I was loving every second of the feeling. Sure, I was a hostage, but it wasn’t all that bad. Nye was gorgeous and obviously not interested in me. He can just be a fantasy. What woman doesn’t have the fantasy? Okay, so this was going too far. This was how I got where I was.
The bubbles covered my chest. The smell of roses filled my nose as I fell asleep in the warm water.
“Kiri,” Nye said softly.
My eyes fluttered as I saw the dark figure I was growing accustomed to.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
I hoped he wouldn’t turn away, but he did. How can a man be so sure of himself and yet timid? Screw this. I wanted him. I love that he called me Kiri. No one ever did that. I love that his hands changed temperature and he seemed ashamed of it. I love that his eyes were jet black, but still sparkled.
“I’m going to need your help,” I said quickly.
“I won’t be able to stand up to dry myself. I don’t mean to make you nervous, but I need your help. Or send that woman in here, but I’d prefer you.”
About the Author:
With characters yelling "It's my turn damn it!!!" She tries to explain to them that alas, she can only type a hundred and twenty words a minute and they will have wait their turn. She knows eventually they find their way out of her head and to her fingertips and she looks forward to sharing them with you.
When Michel can suppress the voices in her head she can be found at a scouting event or cheering for her son in a variety of sports. She would like to thank her family for always being in her corner and especially her husband for supporting her every dream and never letting her give up.
Michel has been awarded Elite Status with Rebel Ink Press in 2013, the service award for her local RWA chapter Midwest Fiction Writers and is a Pro member of RWA. She lives in the Twin Cities with her husband, son, cat and new puppy.
Website-Michel Prince Books: http://www.michelprincebooks.com/
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