Pandora Boxed Set
Publication Date: August 5th 2014
Genres: Paranormal
Publication Date: August 5th 2014
Genres: Paranormal
~Summary~
*TWENTY COMPLETE FULL-LENGTH NOVELS AND NOVELLAS FOR $0.99! NO CLIFFHANGERS!*
Do you dare open the box?
Whether you love paranormal in the form of romance, suspense, mystery, horror, or fantasy, this box set will have something to entice your preternatural sensibilities. Supernaturally thrilling and engaging, this box set has it all: ghosts, vampires, mind-readers, shape-shifters, demons, faeries, werewolves, and more.
For a limited time, you can enjoy books from today’s New York Times, USA Today, Amazon and Barnes & Noble bestselling authors and many more. We have everything from titles that are slated for the big screen to stories from Pulitzer Prize and Bram Stoker Award Nominees! When purchased separately, these books cost over $50! But they are your’s today for less than $1.
Professionally formatted, no cliffhangers, and no short stories. Every selection in this rare, limited edition paranormal box set are full-length novels and novellas! A few are “First in Series,” but we carefully selected only those which can still be enjoyed as a standalone!
Riley J Ford, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author: INTO YOU
Rebecca Hamilton, Amazon Best-Selling and Film-Optioned Novelist: HER SWEETEST DOWNFALL
Apryl Baker, Amazon Best-Selling and Film-Optioned Novelist: THE AWAKENING
Carole Lanham, Amazon Best-Selling Author and Bram Stoker Award Nominee: CLEOPATRA’S NEEDLE
Thomas Sullivan, Pulitzer Prize Nominee: THE WATER WOLF
Rainy Kaye, Amazon Best-Selling Author: SUMMONED
Laura Howard, Amazon Best-Selling Author: THE FORGOTTEN ONES
Noree Cosper, B.R.A.G. Medallion Honoree: A PRESCRIPTION FOR DELIRIUM
Louise Caiola, Amazon Best-Selling Author: WHAT TRULY KNOWS
Kelley Anne Blount, Amazon Best-Selling Author: SHADE
Susan Stec, Amazon Best-Selling Author: DEAD GIRLS NEVER SHUT UP
Christi Goddard, Amazon Best-Selling Author: FOUR IN THE MORNING
Steven Katriel, Amazon Best-Selling Author: THE PORTRAIT OF ALATIEL SALAZAR
Heather Kenealy, winner of MTV’s “Stan Lee presents the Seekers” contest and Cinescape’s Short Story Contest: THE TRAITORS’ TRILOGY
Peter Dawes, Blogger Book Fair Reader’s Choice Award winner: EYES OF THE SEER
DelSheree Gladden, Amazon Best-Selling Author: INVISIBLE
with…
Angela Fristoe: LIE TO ME
Conner Kressley: THE BREAKER’S CODE
Samantha LaFantasie: MADE TO FORGET
Rachel Walter: TRUE CONNECTION
Save over $50! This set is only available at this price for a limited time, so order your copy before it’s gone!
~Excerpt~
HER SWEETEST
DOWNFALL
by Rebecca
Hamilton
Night crept
over Damascus. After treating the rapidly warming serpent mark with more Cruor
blood, Ophelia spun toward the open door. Ethan sat between the frame, his
strong shoulders resting back, his face turned to the field where a small red fox
burrowed in the dirt. The night breeze wisped through his hair. She set the
blankets on the end of the bed and walked over.
“Is it far?”
she asked.
“No.” He
cleared his throat but didn’t look up at her. “Sorry. For a human, it’s very
far, but it won’t be for us.”
Ophelia
bunched her fingers together in front of her stomach. “Same as we got ‘ere
then?”
“Yes.”
She stepped
around, outside, and kneeled in the grass across from him, resting her hands in
her lap. “Ethan, if something is wrong . . . ”
“I’d tell
you,” he replied, lifting his gaze from a long piece of grass he’d been
slipping between his fingers. Moonlight paled his tan complexion and darkened
the shade of his jaw, making him appear more defeated than he had hours ago.
“The Cruor I
mentioned earlier is in the Americas. She’s not expecting us.”
“But I
thought—”
“Please trust
me.” He stood and dusted off his pants, then leaned his shoulder against the
doorjamb.
She tried for
a smile and busied herself attempting to prop up a wildflower that was wilting
among the yellow grass.
When she
looked up, Ethan’s expression was gentle. His gaze moved from the small flower
to her eyes. There was a brief moment where she wondered if he, like Lady
Karina, found her bright, ice-blue eyes alarming. But his express was soft, and
her fears quickly melted. He walked behind her, crouched down, and covered her
hand with his, his fingertips touching the flower. It revived before her very
eyes, and Ophelia leaned her head against Ethan’s shoulder as she stared at the
flower in awe.
“Beautiful,”
she whispered, wishing she had been destined to be one of the Ankou—to be one
of the elementals who revived life and put an end to evil, rather than bring
death.
She told him
as much.
He sat back,
and she turned around to face him. He was standing now, holding his hand out to
her.
“Come with
me,” he said.
He took her
hand and they fell through darkness just as they had when he’d taken her to the
cabin. When she could see again, her stomach suddenly jolted. She hunched
forward, heaving, but this time she did not vomit. She held her midsection
until the feeling passed, then dried the moisture from her eyes.
Ethan smoothed his hand across her shoulder blades. “Traveling will get easier with time. By your third or fourth time you shouldn’t feel anything.”
Ethan smoothed his hand across her shoulder blades. “Traveling will get easier with time. By your third or fourth time you shouldn’t feel anything.”
“Why does this
keep happening?” she demanded. She could hardly think straight.
“When we
travel this way, we are in the in-between. You are suspended from such things
as time and space and then thrust immediately back into it. Your system is
forced to catch up instantly on arrival. If not for the magic the Ankou are
granted, it could kill you.”
Ophelia
sighed, nodding. “Where are we?”
Ethan turned
her toward a small house and pressed his fingers to his lips.
He led her along the outer walls of the house until they reached a window. Inside, a man and a woman held each other, crying. Ophelia peered around the room, trying to make sense of what she was searching for. She found her answer on the floor. A young man sat, collapsed to his knees, covered in blood.
He led her along the outer walls of the house until they reached a window. Inside, a man and a woman held each other, crying. Ophelia peered around the room, trying to make sense of what she was searching for. She found her answer on the floor. A young man sat, collapsed to his knees, covered in blood.
“What
‘appened?” Ophelia whispered.
“The young man
just watched his comrades kill his sister.” Ethan’s voice was tight and his
tone clipped. “He was unable to act to save her. He’s returned home to tell
their parents.”
Ophelia backed
away, shaking her head. When Ethan approached, she pounded her fist against his
chest. “Why would ye show me such a thing?”
Ethan didn’t move, even as Ophelia tried once again to push him away. “The young girl who lost her life was a dual-breed. She was only killed because of what she is, and for no greater reason. This . . . this is what we’re fighting for. It is not that I want you in harm’s way, or that I wish for you to become a creature you detest. If I could do this for you, protect you from your calling, I would. But I cannot let my feelings for you sway our responsibility. I am confident you are capable, that you can do this to save the innocents in this world.”
Ethan didn’t move, even as Ophelia tried once again to push him away. “The young girl who lost her life was a dual-breed. She was only killed because of what she is, and for no greater reason. This . . . this is what we’re fighting for. It is not that I want you in harm’s way, or that I wish for you to become a creature you detest. If I could do this for you, protect you from your calling, I would. But I cannot let my feelings for you sway our responsibility. I am confident you are capable, that you can do this to save the innocents in this world.”
Though Ophelia
tried, she could not summon a response. She covered her mouth with hand, her
entire body trembling. Could she live with herself, knowing all this, if she
didn’t try to help?
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