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
Purchase Link:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01ENMA95G
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