OH MY! There’s nothing sexier, nothing more appealing, than a tortured hero. Boy, do I have one for you! Welcome to the world of the Brethren. Angels manifested on earth to protect us from evil, and fight Satan head on when necessary. One of those angels is NATHANAEL, Brethren Warrior, and he’s got quite a story.
A dangerous addiction has gripped Nathanael, and if he doesn’t do something, it will completely overtake him, letting Satan have total control of his immortal life. As it stands right now, he’s teetering on the edge of good and evil. When he goes on a hunt for his bounty hunting business, the anticipation leading up to the find gives him a high like nothing he’s ever felt in his eternal life. There is no escaping his wrath once he finds his mark. Every time he performs his duties of meting out Brethren justice, he gets an adrenaline rush after the kill that can only be compared to rapture and ultimate pain combined.
Satan’s chomping at the bit, biding his time, and weaving his powerful tendrils around NATHANAEL’S soul. So who will save him? Read on…
Callie has secrets, too many to count.
For twenty years she’s been living a lie as Callie Worthington, hiding from the monsters who brutally murdered her parents for possession of the Elixxir of Life. Unsuccessful before, their killers have found her and will stop at nothing to acquire the Elixxir. And see her dead.
Nathanael has a couple of secrets, too. A nasty one in particular blurs the line separating Good from Evil. As an immortal Brethren Warrior, though, he must retrieve the Elixxir before it falls into the wrong hands. Just how he’s going to get it out of Callie’s is the big question.
Tempers flare and passion ignites as Callie and Nathanael reach out to each other with their own hidden agendas. She needs his protection. He needs the Elixxir. Will their fiery passion lead to lasting love, or will their web of secrets and lies ultimately destroy them both?
Secrets, lies, and love’s loyalties tested. What price for immortality? What price for love?
Working out should have done him well, but instead, after talking with Joe, he bristled like a caged lion all over again. Two by two he took the stairs all the way up twenty-two flights. When he reached the door to his room, he slid the key in the lock and quietly opened the door. A shower was definitely called for at this point, so he entered the bathroom, stripped, and started the water running. When the steam enveloped the room, he stepped into the hot rain falling from the ceiling, closed his eyes, and wondered how long he’d been fooling himself. Every time he killed in the name of Brethren justice, Satan sneaked into his subconscious and tested his resolve, filling him with the sense of infinite power. And he reveled in it! But like a drug, the euphoria lingered only so long, and each time, it lessened in duration.
Frustration overwhelmed him and he banged a fist against the shower wall, letting the steady stream pummel his already pounding head. Why had E.L. refused to help him? Hadn’t asking him what he should do months ago been enough proof that he wanted to stay Brethren? Did he have to test his resolve now as well?
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the shower curtain undulate and heard the door click. Damn, he hadn’t heard it open!
“Nate? Are you okay?” Callie’s voice slid seductively in between the pelting water music.
And he couldn’t lie. He wouldn’t. Not to her.
“No, I’m not.”
She moved the curtain aside, but he refused to turn around, choosing to remain leaning against the back wall. He sensed her step in behind him and rest a gentle hand on his back.
“What are you doing?” His voice shook with restraint.
“I’m here to see what’s wrong. Nathanael, tell me what’s wrong.”
The insistent tone broke through his crumbling defenses. He reached behind him, grasped her hands, and pulled her close to wrap her body around his like a safety shroud. He held on, as though he would fall into an abyss otherwise.
“Jesus!” As she spoke, she clutched him even tighter. “What can I do? Just tell me. What?”
“Tell me I’m good.”
He waited. The crashing of water against his shoulders filled the space meant to reassure him of his worth. Even should she reply so, would he believe? Satan had been messing with him for so long now, he didn’t believe in much of anything anymore.
“Holy shit, Nate. You are! You’re all that is good and right in this world.”
“No, no I’m not. You don’t know me. I don’t know me. Not anymore.”