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Series-  The Fallen Series # 1

By- Tara S. Wood

Genre- Paranormal Romance/Angels

“Relish this moment in My favor. It is your last.”

Six angels once sat at the right hand of The Almighty, but an ill-fated decision cast them out of Heaven. Now they serve Him on Earth, slaying demons for their redemption. They are…The Fallen.

Lucius, once revered at the side of God, fell to Earth with his brothers to pay penance and atone for his lapse in leadership. Wingless and forsaken, they have all paid a price for their complicity. Lucius’ hubris is now a curse, and he cannot rest until they carry out the last of The Almighty’s orders...and stop a war that has been millennia in the making.

Persephone Roberts is always in the right place at the right time, the serendipity allowing her to help people on her travels. When it leads her to cross paths with the band of hard-living fallen angels, she sets her sights on their leader, and is determined to restore Lucius’ faith in their quest. And in himself.

But the ancient evil the angels strive to fight has put Persephone in its crosshairs. It will be up to Lucius and his brothers to save her and destroy the minions of the dark. Can the amber-eyed beauty with her accepting heart heal wounds that cut soul deep, and force him to reclaim a glory he once tossed aside? Is he strong enough to realize the path back to Heaven begins with her, or will he be forever...fallen?

Echoes of sound bounced down to her and Coriander flinched.  Once again, she leaned back, turning her head to take a breath.  Sounds meant someone would find her, eventually and screw up everything.  The temple had been gorgeous, completely virgin territory.  Coriander had thrown credentials and money as fast as possible at the Turkish government so they’d give her permission to go into the temple.  It was her baby.

The vibration from her pocket caught her attention and she pulled out her phone, glancing at the screen. Persephone. It wasn’t the first time her sister had tried to contact her over these last few months, and she still couldn’t bring herself to answer. She let the call go to voicemail, and rolled her eyes as the counter lit up. Twenty-five text messages and fifteen voicemails. Coriander had to give it to her sister; she was nothing if not persistent.

If she was being honest, she would admit that she missed Persephone. But honesty was not her best quality. She was very good at lying to herself, however. Not to mention the tiny grudge she was clinging to in the wake of Persephone’s foolish devotion to Veronica. Coriander’s lip curled. Whore. She wondered what happened to the devious blonde woman in her absence. Hopefully something painful. Possibly a raging STD.

It had been too much to bear; Persephone’s effortless betrayal of their sisterly bond, coupled with the confusing and infuriating introduction of one tall, brooding fallen angel into her life. If the fallout with Persephone wasn’t bad enough; there was Jude.

In hindsight, she did what she did best. Moved on. She had hoped it would be an out of sight, out of mind situation, but as the months went on, her thoughts inevitably circled back to the way she left her sister.  And the way she left Jude. Coriander blew out a harsh breath as Jude’s face swam into her vision. It had only taken days for his presence to cement itself firmly in her path. An irritating accomplishment at best. She didn’t want to think too long or too hard on what that quick connection meant; thoughts like that only led to sleepless nights and small bouts of tears.

Leaving was imperative. She had work to do, and a course of destiny from which she could not be deterred. Her sister’s lover, Lucius, and his band of feather-heads were in her way. And when confronted with the knowledge that the big angel was going to be a brick wall between her and her mission, she altered her trajectory. If she couldn’t move him, she would move around him. She had moved around the globe in fact, finally coming to light here, in a deep, underground temple in Istanbul. It was almost like coming home.

She breathed again, held it and turned.  Her eyes narrowed as she saw a drop of water.  Without hesitation, Coriander’s brush touched the wall and she sucked in a hard breath.  The dust and cobwebs drifted to the floor.  A flash of red glared at her.  The Sanskrit looked almost angry as it declared, “This is home dedicated to the Most Merciful Death, Wife of the Glorious Ba’al and the Most Honored King of Fertility and the Field, Hamma-”

Coriander shrieked as the remainder crumbled.  She sank to a crumbled piece of a pillar, hands to face, and cried softly.  Her hand reached for her gun as some detritus fell next to her.  She sighed as Alex’s dark curling head popped in, eyes wide.

“Whoa. Easy, Captain.  I’m not worth shooting.  Did you just scream?”  he said as he



squeezed in.

She put her gun back in the holster, “Yeah.  It fell apart again, Alex.  I- I keep getting so close.  So damned close to the end of it all.  I just know this is it.”

Alex sat and ran a dust covered hand through his hair.  His lips quirked into a curious smile. “You always say that, Cori. The next one will be just as good.  Now, let’s go grab a beer.  Achmed has some on ice, not that it will last long.”  He held out his hand and wiggled his fingers for a second before she grabbed hold and allowed herself to be pulled up.

Neither noticed that amidst all the crumbling dust and frayed veils, a tiny hole appeared in the wall.

Series- The Fallen Series # 2

By- Tara S. Wood

Genre- Paranormal Romance/Angels

Six angels once sat at the right hand of The Almighty, but an ill-fated decision cast them out of Heaven. Now they serve Him on Earth, slaying demons for their redemption. They are…The Fallen.

“Remember, angel, all ways in the end return to Me.”

Jude knows pain. He feels it with every inhale and exhale of breath. It is a constant on his mind and on his skin; a reminder of the depth of his disobedience. And his cruelty. With his fall from grace, he walks the Earth with his brothers, their steps set on a shadowed path to redemption, killing demons in His name. The angel of Vengeance may not have his wings, but he still burns.

Coriander Rhodes finds things. The intrepid little archaeologist sniffs out relics buried for eternity with the determination of a bloodhound and the arrogance of the devil. Her brash nature and bold tongue keep the big angel on his toes, inflaming and infuriating him at the same time.

When danger strikes at the heart of the angels’ inner circle, Jude discovers he is faced with a task far greater than he has ever known. The light must be protected at all costs, in all of its forms. The ultimate evil has a plan, and with the most innocent among them at stake, Jude knows he’ll finally have to face his sins and meet the pain in his soul dead on. Coriander’s touch is the only thing that soothes, but is it enough to make him whole? Can she help him work through the pain long enough to remember his faith, or will he be forever…fallen?

Tara Wood divides her time between creating domestic bliss and creating hot paranormal romance with the occasional side of kink. When not playing June Cleaver for her hubby and daughter, she can be found at the local Starbucks slamming back Frappuccinos and plotting out her next idea. Or she’s watching the BBC. Tara resides with her wonderful and tolerant family in the suburbs of Houston, Texas. She is currently at work on several projects, one of them being the next book in her In Blood series.

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