Tariffs paid on an ill-fated
decision can last a lifetime.
A young
boy—tossed an impossible situation by his psychopathic uncle, father or sister,
he must kill one for the other to survive.
Two
decades later, Dylan has developed his psychic talents, trained by the
military, learned the skills necessary to locate the family he’d abandoned as a
child and kill the devil himself, Roth. On the day he’s discharged, his ex-boss
offers assistance in locating his sisters, demanding help with one more mission
in exchange.
Tori,
a young woman weeks away from graduating with her Psych doctorate, is torn from
her stable life and thrust into a world of espionage, warriors, and
unexplainable phenomenon. The man she loves, Major Clannahan, attaches her to
the unit charged with locating a terrorist cell. Dylan, leading the unit, draws
her like no other. Yet the darkness buried in his soul will test her skills and
patience beyond anything she’s ever known.
Kiera
and Kyley, identical twins challenged by the extremes of evil yet remain pure
of heart, both bound to their man with a love withstanding the tests of time
and tragedy. One a warrior, the other
with a warrior’s heart, each wield formidable psychic talents, sought after by
a psychopath and terrorist bent on destroying the country.
A
group of psychic warriors, dedicated to fighting evil in the shadows, locating
and helping others develop their paranormal talents without splintering
society’s tenacious perception of reality.
These
are the extraordinary people living among us, protecting and preserving our way
of life. Courage and honor, duty and strength of will can sustain us for only
so long. Eventually, we must find our own path forward, learning to open our
hearts to love even as we risk the ultimate pain.
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Excerpt
“The choice is yours, boy, but understand—not deciding is making a decision. Do it before I make the decision for you. Only difference is, I won’t kill one, I’ll kill them both. Father or sister. You have all the power.”
Roth kept his tone calm and gentle. The evil coiled tightly within warmed his soul. He fancied the boy killing his father, silently rooting for the infant to survive. He could have lots of fun with her over the coming years.
The boy’s father would die either way. He’d bound and beaten him just for fun.
“Daddy? What do I do?” Tears streamed down Dylan’s face, sobs racked his entire nine-year-old battered frame. His gaze slid from his father to his baby sister, now held by Roth. When he looked back at his dad’s bruised and bloodied face, he cried harder. His dad’s eyes were swollen almost shut.
The gun shook uncontrollably in the boy’s small hand. “Daddy?”
Boredom shadowed his mind as the excitement of the climax dimmed with the child’s indecisiveness. His gaze wandered out the window above the kitchen sink.
In the back yard, a massive, wooden play structure stood, complete with swings, tunnels, overhead ladder, and a slide. How extravagant for just two children, one still an infant. His sister always belabored the little things. Shame she’s not present to witness this. He would’ve found this even more amusing.
The blond haired infant cradled roughly in his left arm actually cooed at him. Disgusting. If he kept this thing, he'd have to hire a nanny. Still, the thought of it growing up with half the powers his sister enjoyed years ago made the brat worth the trouble...If she survived today. He sighed.
* * * *
“Dylan, son, it's okay. You’re going to be all right. Look at me. Remember how we played catch this morning? When you think of me, you’ll remember how we played ball today. Okay, son?”
What else could he say in this horrific situation? His own psychotic brother-in-law was forcing Dylan to commit the most heinous act imaginable, choose between patricide and sororicide. Roth had always been the canary in the crazy mind but even Devon hadn’t seen this coming.
“Awww, isn’t this touching?” Roth muttered, no doubt weary of his twisted game. “What a little wimp. I’m growing tired of your indecision, boy. I think I’ll just slice this little bitch’s throat. After all, she’d probably just grow up to be a carbon copy of her mother, stubborn and willful. Wouldn’t want more of that in the world, would we?”
“Noooo, please. Please don’t hurt her! She’s just a baby.” Facing where he knew his son to be by the sound of his sobbing stifled his thoughts. “Son, I know this is the hardest thing you’ll ever do, but you must. Please. It’s all right. I love you more than anything.”
Dylan retched, fumbling and almost dropping the Glock 9mm pistol. It probably felt like the heaviest thing he’d ever held, certainly his first time holding a gun.
His small frame trembled, tears streamed from his eyes, hair matted to his face. Red, swollen tissue marred the right side of his face, the result of Roth’s cold temper. The kitchen table supported his slight weight as he leaned one forearm on its edge.
Roth kept his tone calm and gentle. The evil coiled tightly within warmed his soul. He fancied the boy killing his father, silently rooting for the infant to survive. He could have lots of fun with her over the coming years.
The boy’s father would die either way. He’d bound and beaten him just for fun.
“Daddy? What do I do?” Tears streamed down Dylan’s face, sobs racked his entire nine-year-old battered frame. His gaze slid from his father to his baby sister, now held by Roth. When he looked back at his dad’s bruised and bloodied face, he cried harder. His dad’s eyes were swollen almost shut.
The gun shook uncontrollably in the boy’s small hand. “Daddy?”
Boredom shadowed his mind as the excitement of the climax dimmed with the child’s indecisiveness. His gaze wandered out the window above the kitchen sink.
In the back yard, a massive, wooden play structure stood, complete with swings, tunnels, overhead ladder, and a slide. How extravagant for just two children, one still an infant. His sister always belabored the little things. Shame she’s not present to witness this. He would’ve found this even more amusing.
The blond haired infant cradled roughly in his left arm actually cooed at him. Disgusting. If he kept this thing, he'd have to hire a nanny. Still, the thought of it growing up with half the powers his sister enjoyed years ago made the brat worth the trouble...If she survived today. He sighed.
* * * *
“Dylan, son, it's okay. You’re going to be all right. Look at me. Remember how we played catch this morning? When you think of me, you’ll remember how we played ball today. Okay, son?”
What else could he say in this horrific situation? His own psychotic brother-in-law was forcing Dylan to commit the most heinous act imaginable, choose between patricide and sororicide. Roth had always been the canary in the crazy mind but even Devon hadn’t seen this coming.
“Awww, isn’t this touching?” Roth muttered, no doubt weary of his twisted game. “What a little wimp. I’m growing tired of your indecision, boy. I think I’ll just slice this little bitch’s throat. After all, she’d probably just grow up to be a carbon copy of her mother, stubborn and willful. Wouldn’t want more of that in the world, would we?”
“Noooo, please. Please don’t hurt her! She’s just a baby.” Facing where he knew his son to be by the sound of his sobbing stifled his thoughts. “Son, I know this is the hardest thing you’ll ever do, but you must. Please. It’s all right. I love you more than anything.”
Dylan retched, fumbling and almost dropping the Glock 9mm pistol. It probably felt like the heaviest thing he’d ever held, certainly his first time holding a gun.
His small frame trembled, tears streamed from his eyes, hair matted to his face. Red, swollen tissue marred the right side of his face, the result of Roth’s cold temper. The kitchen table supported his slight weight as he leaned one forearm on its edge.
My Rating
5 of 5 Stars
My Review
What starts off as a very confusing beginning quickly turns into quite an enthralling book. At times it had the tendency to border the line of disturbing and psychotic in nature because of one of the characters - Roth. Some of the things he does are not for the weak stomached to read, that's for sure.
I'm getting ahead of myself here though so I'm going to back up.
This is book 3 in the Anath series but it can be read as a stand alone. I did not read books 1 or 2 and only had minor difficulties in the beginning with reading then re-reading the first couple of chapters to make sure I had a handle on who was who. There is a lot thrown at you character wise to try and make up for being a part of a series but a stand alone read. Not a problem though as I quickly caught on and read this in less than 24 hours! It was so easy to follow and really drew me in with the beginning of a heart wrenching story and loving set of characters.
I really love when an author is able to write a bit of a lot of genres in one book and do it so well as Ms. Wolff has done. You've got paranormal, mystery, romance, comedy, suspense and even a little bit of horror as I mentioned above. There is so much to offer in this book, so if you are a lover of any genre you should give this series a try you will not be disappointed.
Meet Shyla
Of the many lessons life seems intent on throwing her way,
the most important one Shyla’s learned is to take the time to enjoy family and
friends. The flux and flow of changes aren’t something to fight, but adapt to
with the best of your ability. One day’s heartbreak is often followed by
another day’s triumph. The only barricades remaining are the ones we refuse to
navigate. She hopes you’ve enjoyed this story. Shyla’s website, ShylaWolff.com,
will be updated as Dylan’s journey continues.
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Thank you so much for the wonderful review and hosting my book on your blog. I appreciate it very much...Wonderful blog you have, too.
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