Release Blitz: Forever Fate by Elle Christensen
Title: Forever Fate: A Fae Guard
Novella
Series: Fae Guard #6
Author: Elle Christensen
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: May 12, 2016
Seraphina
I loved him all of my life.
Then, he sent me away and broke my
heart.
But, a millennium wasn’t long enough
to erase him completely.
Now, my time as Fate is up, and he’s
returned for me
I don’t know if I can let him break
down my walls
But, if I stay behind them, alone,
I’ll be forever Fate.
Gabriel
Seraphina held my heart in her hands.
But, she was wild and always pushing
limits.
I physically let her go, but she was
always in my heart.
She’s finally proven herself.
I’ve been given permission to bring
her home.
There is no other option than to win
her heart, again.
She’ll forever be my Seraphina.
Prologue
Fate/Seraphina
The rustle of fabric is the only
indication that I’m not alone, but I remain in my seat. Today, it’s
a purple velvet swivel chair. I stare out the window of my office,
watching the white, fluffy clouds roll through the sky, seeming to go
right around the sun, never disrupting its rays.
“Seraphina.”
The voice has my thoughts screeching
back to reality, sending a shiver of want down my spine, and making
my heart ache. I slowly turn my seat to face him. “A millennium and
still, you’re the only stubborn ass who calls me by my full name,”
I drawl casually, doing a damn fine job of hiding my reaction to him.
He raises a single eyebrow, as though I
should know better. The jackass.
“Gabriel,” I emphasize his name
with a high level of sarcasm. Of all people, the Arch Angel
named Gabriel should understand my irritation at being
namedSeraphina. I mean, dude, could we be more of a walking cliché?
I cock my head to the side, showing
only mild curiosity. “I have to say, I never expected they would
send you.”
He looks just the same: tall, muscular,
black inky hair, cut short-ish, but perfectly unruly from his lazy
curls. Amethyst eyes, a square face, chiseled jaw, Roman nose, and
pouty lips (Guys can have pouty lips, too. Even GQ angel bastards),
make up one fucking delicious package. And, oh, what a damn fine
package it is. You ought to know, slutmuffin Mmmhmmm . . .
yes, I do.
Heat infuses me and I’m really pissed
at the hormone-ridden teenager lusting after him like he’s the lead
singer of that popular boy band, One Track. One Direction,
idiot. Whatever, fucklet, go back to your books and virgin
thoughts. Go. Scat.
Well fuck, now I’m left with a bitch
in heat. I stifle a groan.
“Perhaps they didn’t think you
would return with anyone but me, without putting up a fuss,”
his smooth, melted caramel voice is so familiar and I want to tell
him to keep talking forever, but then I remember, and the stabbing
pain of betrayal accompanies rising anger.
“Putting up a fuss?” I snip. “Do
you see a fucking toddler in front of you?” My eyes narrow, willing
laser beams to shoot out and burn multiple holes into his
ridiculously gorgeous body.
“If you’re going to act like a
child, Seraphina, I’ll treat you like one,” he says calmly as he
moves to stand right in front of the desk, his stance deceptively
casual. Yeah, right. I snort, but manage not to stomp my
foot and hiss in irritation.
Instead, I sigh. “Gabriel, I haven’t
seen or heard from you in over seven hundred years. Seriously, why
the fuck did they send you?”
He prowls around my desk, gripping the
armrests of my chair and turning me to face him. Leaning down, he has
me caged in, his face inches from mine. “I volunteered.”
His proximity is throwing me off,
suddenly bombarded by every horny personality inside my head.
“Um—why?” I clear my throat and try to sound unaffected, “Why
would you do that? Maybe—.” I gasp a little when he moves closer,
only centimeters from my mouth. “Maybe I don’t want to see you.”
I nod sharply, pleased I was able to say that without bursting into
flames and finding myself standing next to the devil. Have I ever
told such a massive and blatant lie? Only Gabriel has ever been able
to push my buttons so thoroughly. Get it together, woman!
His eyes narrow, his brows dropping
low, but there is no disguising the heat in them. “Liar. You’re
body fucking craves me every bit as much as mine does yours.”
Before I can deny it, his lips are on
mine and my traitorous body fucking melts.
I don’t love him. I don’t love him.
I don’t love him.
I chant the words in my head over and
over, hoping if I say it enough, I’ll believe it. I’ve spent
centuries building up the wall around my heart and I refuse to let it
get broken a second time by the man who destroyed it in the first
place.
I’m a lover of all things books, a
hopeless romantic, and have always had a passion for writing. Between
being a sappy romantic, my love of an HEA, my crazy imagination, and
ok, let’s be real, my dirty mind, I fell easily into writing
romance.
I’m a huge baseball fan and yet, a
complete girly, girl. I’m an obsessive reader and have a slight
(hahaha! Slight? Yeah, right) addiction to signed books.
I’m married to my very own book
boyfriend, an alpha male with a sexy, sweet side. He is the best
inspiration, my biggest supporter, and the love of my life. He is
also incredibly patient and understanding about the fact that he has
to fight the voices in my head for my attention.
I hope you enjoy reading my books as
much as I enjoyed writing them!
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