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About the author:
Carissa Andrews is a freelance writer, award-winning graphic designer, indie author coach, and internationally bestselling author from Crosslake Minnesota. She is the President of the Lakes Area Writers Alliance, a 501c3 nonprofit for writers in central Minnesota, as well as the owner of Author Revolution, LLC – an organization geared toward helping new authors navigate the waters of indie publishing. For 2020, Carissa has her sights set on becoming a NYT or USA Today Bestselling Author with her next series, The Windhaven Witches. You can learn more about Carissa, her services, and her upcoming novels by visiting her websites: www.carissaandrews.com, www.authorrevolution.org, or authorrevolution.teachable.com
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to create a story with the same emotional impact as the episode, I Will Remember You, from the TV show Angel. While there is no vampire slayer in love with a vampire, it does have plenty of forbidden love going on.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Instantly, I take a defensive posture, my elemental sword springing to life in my hand with magically imbued ice creeping up the blade like frost climbing a window. It calms elemental forces any demon possesses—putting them in their place when necessary. It’s by no means as powerful as the element of spirit—but that’s a power only meant for crossing over our human charges.
Narrowing my eyes, I can’t tell which demon lingers here—but none of them mean candy and rainbows.
“Liam,” I warn, my voice calm and steady, “quickly—go inside and do not come out until I say it’s safe.”
His eyes widen, and he looks over his shoulder, trying to see the source of danger. “What—what’s going on?” he asks, his voice on the edge of quivering.
“Please, go inside—” I repeat. “I’ll come for you when the danger has passed.” Before I finish my sentence, the demon leaps from the bushes; his turquoise eyes flash in contrast with his golden locks, as his perfectly shaped lips curl into a sneer. Between his expertly groomed appearance and stylish outfit—I don’t even have to sense the sexual energy rolling off of the demon to know instantly what he is.
“How touching, angel—how very touching of you to spill such… sensitive details so freely. It touched my cold, dead heart. It truly did,” he says, crossing his arms behind his back and taking another step forward. “I’m curious, does your ever-important Guild know of your affections to this… lower being? I’m surprised they approve of such a thing. And if not… well… it would be a pity for these details to somehow make it back to them.”
I tug my brows in, clutching my sword tightly. “I wouldn’t worry about me, demon—you should be more worried about yourself,” I say, summoning the support from the building blocks of the Universe to aid me and guide my sword.