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Oblivion Teaser

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Here’s an unedited teaser for Oblivion, the fourth book in the Guardian Angel series.

“Block it!” Lyric yelled at me as Xavier’s fist came down hard. I turned slightly, but it was too late,  the iron fist connected with my chest and I flew backward, hitting the hard gym floor back-first. Damn it. Within seconds, Xavier was leaning over me.

“Ruby, are you alright? You’re supposed to block it…” I thought I heard a chuckle in his voice.

I groaned and grasped my chest. My pride was hurt. I really felt like I was getting a hang of this guardian thing. Obviously not.

“I’m alright.” I said and climbed to my feet.  My chest and pride wasn’t the only thing that hurt, so did my butt. I glanced over at the deep green eyes that frowned at me. Eli De Luca, resident heartthrob and swoon worthy guardian angel. My heart gave a wild kick as he pushed off the gym wall and strode toward me. He looked as sexy as ever, and I really wish I didn’t choose that exact moment to become distracted. His frustration was coming through loud and clear, but I wasn’t focusing on that. I was focusing on the way he wore his guardian uniform. It was distracting me. Maybe that’s why I haven’t been able to block every kick successfully. It wasn’t any different to anyone else’s uniform, but the way it clung to his arms and chest—drool. I shook my head slightly, trying to clear it. What was wrong with me? Ever since Eli and I did it, I’ve been none stop thinking about it—wanting it. We’ve done it a few times now, but the need never stops. I wanted to experience it with him over and over and over. A warm flush rolls over my body and I drag my eyes from Eli to Lyric, his dark eyes watched me in disapproval. Poor guy, he’s been trying to teach me a very easy block for the past week now and I’m yet to block a punch successfully.

“I think I’m done today.” I said, breathlessly. “My butt hurts and I have a headache.”

“You’re lucky our time is up, Ruby. Practice that block, I expect it to be damn near perfect by next week or you’re on your own.”

I nodded and Xavier and Lyric left the gym. I laid down on the mats. It was too hot in here. Above me, a beautiful pair of deep green irises blocked my view of the ceiling. His eyebrows were knitted together. “Four.”

I stared up at him confused. “Four what?”

“You were knocked on your ass four times today.”

“Yeah, well, if I didn’t have you lingering in the background distracting me maybe it would have only been once.”

He put his hand on his chest and mocked offense. “I was distracting you?”

“Yes.” I scowled at him. “You always distract me.” As if he didn’t already know that.

He got down onto his knees and brought his face closer to mine. I tried to ignore how the close proximity affected my breathing. “Would you rather me not come to your training sessions?”

Playlist for the Guardian Angel series.

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Books-and-Music

Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Aparatus

If I lose myself - One Republic

A drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope

Turn to Stone by Ingrid Michaelson

Give me love – Ed Sheeran

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

My Immortal – Evanesence

Stop and Stare – One Republic

You found me – The Fray

Some Nights – Fun

Lanterns – Birds of Tokyo

Impossible – James Arthur

Payphone – Maroon 5

Daylight – Maroon 5

Battle Scars – Guy Sebastian

As long as you love me - Justin Bieber

Skinny Love - Birdy

Titanium – David Guetta

Not Afraid - Eminem

Ass Back Home - Gym Class Heroes

Stereo Hearts – Gym Class Heroes

The Fighter – Gym Class Heroes

Mirror – Lil Wayne/Bruno Mars

If I die Young – The Band Perry

Airplanes – B.O.B

Sun Kissed – So close, yet so far – Eli’s POV

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Sun Kissed -So close, yet so far – Eli’s POV

I opened my eyes just before the alarm clock rang. Training time. The one thing I enjoyed in this hell hole. Not only did I get to exercise and blow off excess energy, but I also got to see Ruby and that was enough to keep me happy.

I ran my hand over my face to wake myself up. My insides ached with lack of sleep and a nagging nauseous feeling tugged at me. Lucian insisted on us dining with him every night which seriously affected our sleeping pattern. With training sessions as vigorous as Ruby’s she needed as much sleep as she could get.

I rolled out of bed and headed straight for the shower. The hot water was a godsend and it massaged the tired, ache out of my back muscles. I’d showered before bed last night so the purpose of this morning’s shower was more to wake me up than clean. I can’t have Ruby thinking I’m as slack as she is. I smiled to myself at the mere thought of all the lazy, quirky things she does. Ruby was the complete opposite to me and yet I’m helplessly drawn to her, like a moth to a flame.

Feeling fresh and revitalised, I changed into a black tank top and matching black sweat pants. I grabbed two water bottles and a towel and I shoved them into my backpack. Today was our last training session and I wanted to make it as demanding as possible (not for Ruby, she couldn’t learn much more in one session, but for me). I needed to see how much she could do when pushed to her absolute limits. It would put my mind at ease knowing that if we were apart, she’d be able to handle herself. My thoughts brought me all the way to her room and I knocked on the door. Immediately the door was pulled open and her beautiful azure met mine. Most days, Ruby wore a pair of black sweat pants and a blue t-shirt to training. Today, she wore tight three-quarter leggings and a pink tank top that barely covered her belly button. And I thought the blue top and sweat pants made it hard to keep my hands to myself.

“Are you ready for one last training session?” I said, fighting to keep my calm composure.

If we didn’t get out of here now, I couldn’t guarantee that I’d be able to keep my hands off her.

Her lips curved into a determined smile and she was oblivious to my animalistic thoughts. “More than ready.”

**

Before long, we were at our usual training place in the backyard. We warmed up with stretches and then we ran. Ruby’s cardio had improved tremendously in the last few weeks. By the end of our run she hardly ended up as flustered and out of breath as she once was. We moved into our usual offensive and defensive techniques. I crouched in front of her and she followed suit. Her eyes narrowed into cheeky catlike slits as she waited for my attack. Ruby had no idea if I was going to force her to be offensive or defensive. I wasn’t going to go easy on her, not today. I lunged at her and she dove out of the way. She rolled across the ground and landed on her feet again. I tried hard not show any sign of the pride I felt inside. That was the first time she’s managed to avoid my lunges. I was starting to think she enjoyed being caught by me. Ruby was far from mastering any of the techniques I’d showed her, but at least she had the basics down pat. I dove at her again, but she was distracted and stepped away too late. I took my chance and grabbed her arm with both hands—the double arm gab. Vampires use the double arm grab a lot. They grab you and try to pull you in to catch you with their fangs. I pulled Ruby toward me and just like I taught her she bent her elbow, using my weight against me, pulling me off balance slightly. A hard blow hit my knee and keeled over in pain. As quickly as the pain subsided, a hard object was pressed into my spine—directly above my heart. I stood up and ruby beamed at me.

“Not bad.” I said.

She frowned and placed her hands on her hips. I knew she loved it when I gave her props, I was very impressed with her, but if I let her know it now she’ll slack off for the rest of the session.

“Another one.” She demanded.

I bit the inside of my lip to fight back a smile. “Someone is keen.”

She walked backwards, away from me and returned to her crouching stance. “This time, I’ll attack you.”

I ran my fingers through my hair, curious as to why she’d want to flip the session on me. She’d already proven herself today, so I’m interested to see what she’ll do when she’s attacking. Her brows drew impatiently together as she waited for me to assume my position. I laughed. “Give it your best shot.”

She ran at me, her face more determined than I’d ever seen it. I planted my feet firmly on the ground and she threw a punch at me. Easily, I blocked it. That didn’t obscure her determination. She kept going, throwing punch after punch each blow delivering more force than the last. Regardless of the force of her attack, she was leaving too much space for someone as fast as me—or a vampire for that matter—to sneak through. I could see her growing more and more frustrated and it distracted me. That’s all it took for her to punch me square in the chest, I grabbed her wrist. She threw another punch and I grabbed her other wrist. I pushed her backwards until she was pressed against a deteriorating wall of the courtyard. She gasped, confused by what I was doing.

“You’re angry, why?” I asked.

“Because it took me this long to figure out you’re going easy on me.”

She genuinely looked upset. I told myself I wouldn’t go easy on her, but I couldn’t hurt her. I guess part of me didn’t want to go hard on her because I never thought she’d be fighting vampires. That’s what I do. I’m meant to protect her from that.

“Of course I’m going easy on you. You’ve only trained for three weeks… I’ll hurt you.”

“Hurt me.”

We live in a mansion filled with vampires. If I hurt her, she’d be at even more risk.

“I can’t risk that.” I smiled to lighten the mood. “Maybe after all of this is over.”

“Do you promise?”

“Yes. I promise to beat you up when all of this is over.” I laughed.

Ruby’s soft lips connected with mine, cutting off my laugh. Momentarily, I was stunned. I definitely wasn’t expecting her to kiss me. The feeling of desire burned at my core and I couldn’t tear myself away. I wrapped my arm around her slim waist and my hand tangled in her ponytail, pressing her mouth harder against mine. Desire tore through my veins and I wanted to go further. Lower. My body was flooded with adrenaline and energy and I tugged on her slightly, so her head tilted and her neck was exposed to my lips. I kissed her neck, inching lower after every kiss I planted on her burning skin. Remember where you are. I thought. Don’t risk it. Not here, not now. Reluctantly, I made my way back up to her mouth. This time when I kissed her lips, it was slow and loving, not passionate and hungry as it had been before.

“I don’t want to stop.” She breathed as I pulled away.

Her little pink lips were held in a sad pout. I rested my forehead against hers. Damn our society for making this wrong when it felt so right. “I know.”

“Do we go back to training now?”

“No. It’s your last session, I’ll let you off. Besides, there’s nothing more I can teach you here.” I kissed her forehead and turned away. I walked over to the weight set and began stacking them from biggest to smallest. Packing this all away is going to suck. From the corner of my eye, I saw Ruby make her way over to me.

“You didn’t want to see how I go with a stake?”

I sighed. Not this topic again. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her that she’ll never need to use one. I’ll always be there to protect her.

“You won’t need to use one. Stick with you powers, leave everything else to me and the rest of the guardians.”

With obvious attitude in her step, Ruby marched over to the practice dummy. I stopped stacking the weights and moved onto the stretching mats. A loud slap drew my attention back to Ruby. I stared at what she had done. She’d managed to put the stake into the dummy and it was far enough to hit its heart.

“How did you –”

“Uh-uh, a magician never tells her secrets.”

How did she learnt to do that? I sure as hell didn’t teach it to her. I’m not surprised. Ruby was intelligent and determined. I couldn’t help but to think that maybe I have been too protective of her. All she wanted was to impress me and be independent, and I’ve been sheltering her from that.

“How is it possible?” The words left my lips before I could stop them.

“How is what possible?” She asked.

“How is it possible that you manage to impress me more and more every day?”

She smiled and a light pink flush rolled through her cheeks.

“C’mon.” I said. “Let’s get some rest and then pack some things. We leave as soon as the sun goes down.”

**

I walked Ruby back to her room. I know I shouldn’t have considering our kiss was still fresh on my mind. And lips.

“So I’ll – ”

My words were cut off as Ruby threw her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine. Eagerly, I returned the kiss. Have some control. I chastised myself.

“Stop,” I said every time our lips parted for air. I didn’t do anything to actually stop the kiss and for the most part, I didn’t want to.

“You stop first.” Ruby giggled, knowing very well that she had me right where she wanted me. If I was being honest, I was right where I wanted me too.

The same desire I felt in the courtyard came back. Actually, I don’t think it left. I pulled her harder against me and kicked the door shut. I knew I should clear my head and take control of the situation, but I couldn’t. There was too much going on inside me. I grabbed her around the waist and lifted her so her legs wrapped around me. I was so entranced by the taste of her mouth and the feel of her hands in my hair and on my skin that I couldn’t, in good conscious believe that this was wrong. This is right. It felt right. I laid her down on the bed, careful to support the majority of my weight on my elbows.

My skin erupted in goosebumps as her warm fingertips caressed my neck and rubbed my shoulders. I didn’t want to stop for breath. If I did, I was worried I’d come to my senses and realise the danger we’re putting ourselves in.

“This isn’t a good idea.” I said, as I pulled away from her lips.

“So? We’re probably going to die anyway.”

I looked into her blue eyes. She was serious. I rolled off her and stared up at the dark cream ceiling. This was the reason for her sudden sexually-impulsive behaviour? She didn’t want to die a virgin?

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want you to do this because you think you’re going to die tomorrow. I thought you wanted to do it because you care.”

I was hurt. Not for me, but for her. I didn’t care about my first time. It happened and I’ve never really thought about it again. For girls it’s different. It’s a really big deal and I don’t want to be the guy she had to have sex with because I was the only one there when she was ‘probably going to die anyway’. I don’t want to be that guy for her.

“I do care.”

I glanced at her. She stared deep into my eyes, trying to understand what I was thinking. What she said next I would have never predicted.

“I love you.”

As the words fell from her lips happiness filled me and I knew I loved her too, but I couldn’t say it, not yet. I wanted her to hear it when there was nothing threatening our lives. It was like I saw her in a different light. I knew from the beginning I would do anything to protect her. When I saw her at the school—before there were any romantic feelings—I knew I’d help her as much as I can. Now, that feeling was stronger. I’d die protecting Ruby, no matter what. I caressed her for a little while. Appreciating everything. I ran my index finger along her cheek, down her neck and across her chest. I couldn’t hold back anymore and I pulled her against me once more. My hands slid up under her top and she shivered. I pulled her tank top over her head. Perfect.

I changed to a kneeling position and pulled her up too. Following my lead, she pulled my shirt off, running her lips up my stomach and across my chest. She paused, taking in the nakedness of my torso. A deep scarlet flushed through her cheeks. From there it happened so quickly and soon we were naked under silk sheets. I ran my hands over every square inch of bare flesh before I’d realized something. I don’t have any condoms.

“You’re not going to believe this.”

“What?”

“I don’t have a —”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

I shook my head.

“I thought boys carry one around in their wallets all the time.”

“I’m not in high school, Ruby. I don’t carry one around, hoping to have sex …”

“What do we do?”

“We aren’t going to risk it.”

“You don’t have on in your room?”

I couldn’t help but to laugh. “We were coming to live with vampires and the higher power, who, by the way, made it illegal for goddesses or gods and guardian angels to have relationships. The last thing on my mind were condoms.”

Ruby’s furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip. “Okay, so what do we do know.”

“We get dressed, we pack a bag, we rest, and then we get up at night time and travel to Gerald Harbor.”

“Oh.”

“And,” I continued as I drew small circles around the soft skin of her belly button. “We continue this when we’re free from all this ridiculousness.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

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SalvationIn the aftermath of a battle that forced Ruby to flee the safety of the guardian angels, she settles into a small town, hoping to blend in and forget about the ones she loved. It isn’t until Hunter stumbles across her working in a bar and a well-timed email from Ivan Aleksandrov that she realised she could go back to Sage Sanctum—for a few days, at least.

Out for revenge, Lucian will stop at nothing until he has Ruby for himself, but he isn’t the only one that needs her. The council, a group of gods/goddesses have a mysterious hand in Ruby’s return to Sage Sanctum and Mr Aleksandrov is eager to find out what it is.

Destroying Lucian is the least of her worries when Ruby comes face to face with Eli De Luca, the love of her life. It seems her departure has affected him more than she thought it would, but his frustration with her isn’t strong enough to hide the electricity that crackles relentlessly between them.

Determined to end her very real nightmare once and for all, Ruby fights the biggest battle of her life, one that affects not only her, but everyone involved.

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Sneak Peek at Salvation.

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Up in the sky, the moon shone down upon me. I looked back and forth, searching for Mila amongst the mass of tangled branches and thorn bushes. My feet crushed over a bed of dried leaves, filling in the haunting void of silence. My breathing quickened and my head spun as I tried to navigate through the woods. My clutch was still hanging off my wrist by its small strap. I grabbed for it desperately, pulling out Eli’s whistle. I had brought it to the party to give back to him, but I hadn’t had enough alcohol to work up the courage to do so. As I held it, it occurred to me that I’d never used the whistle before, I wasn’t even sure how it actually worked, but I blew it anyway. I’d rather deal with Eli’s wrath than Mila’s death. The forest was alive with nocturnal scurrying noises. I couldn’t see her, but that didn’t change things. I knew she was out here somewhere. It wasn’t until I saw her silver dress shimmer in the moonlight that I relaxed a little. She was leaning against a tree. The forest had fallen silent and her sobs filled the air. I ran over to her.

“Mila?”

“I’m lost,” she cried.

“I know. Let me take you back.”

“I don’t want to go back… I hate it there!” Her voice was loud and broken.

“Just come with me.” I reached out and touched her shoulder.

She turned abruptly and her eyes narrowed in on me. “Come with you? Why? So you can leave me again?” A funny slur altered her speech.

My mouth dropped open and an offended gust of air came out. I thought all was forgiven last night. Alcohol—magnifying bad feelings since—forever. “Mila, why are you doing this? I thought we sorted everything out?”

“Because—” she bent over and pulled a leaf off the ground, splitting it with her long nails. “I can’t stand my life. It’s boring. Since you left, things have gone back to normal. I hate normal. I have no friends and no real family… nothing.”

It had never occurred to me to question where Mila’s parents were. It had always been just her and Mr. Aleksandrov.

“You have me.”

“What good is a friend who’s only there for you a few weeks at a time? Who ignores you for a whole year?”

I reached for her arm. “We can talk about this when we get back to the school.”

She recoiled away from me, angry at something I’d thought we’d gotten over.

“No. I’m taking a page out of the Ruby Moore handbook and I’m running away from my problems.”

I flinched at her words. She doesn’t mean it, I thought, fighting against the part of me that wanted to leave her here. She’s drunk. I wonder how accurate the saying ‘a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts’ actually is?

“Mila? I’m sorry. I’ll stay with you if that’s what you want.”

Mila collapsed into a crying heap on the forest floor. “It should be what you want, not what I want. Don’t you want friends? A life?”

I knelt beside her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close to me. I do want all those things. I want to have a normal life—more than anything in the world. “It is what I want. I’ll stay with you.”

“Do you promise?” She sniffled.

“I promise.”

A sneak peek at my new NA novel.

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**Please note this hasn’t been edited, formatted, americanized or changed since first written. When published, it might change a little. Please keep that in mind, also, I’d love to hear your feedback**

Chapter One

I spotted him leaving Sequin nightclub. They say it’s the most luxurious nightclub this side of Concave City, sure, if you consider a scum ridden disease hole luxurious. I stared long and hard at the club. Its walls were a pale purple and coated in a thin layer of dirt. Even at midnight I could tell how neglected the club was. The dazzling, bright white neon sign that read ‘SEQUIN’ made the buildings obvious neglect look more, well, obvious.

I watched as he lured a scantily clothed woman into a nearby alleyway and I cringed as she bent over in front of him to pick up something she had ‘dropped’. To me, the only thing she seemed to have dropped was her morals. When she straightened up she continued to stumble further into the alleyway, her ass cheeks popping out from underneath her micro-micro mini skirt with every step she took and to top off her outrages outfit—she wasn’t even wearing a top, unless a bikini top doused in sequins counted as an appropriate blouse these days. Maybe it did? It had been a few years since I’d been on earth. I was human once, but then I died and when I died, I was chosen to become an angel—to protect earth. I’m not your typical run of the mill guardian angel that protects you or guides you, that’s preschool stuff. I’m a special kind of angel. I hunt the things that go bump in the night. Your worst nightmare wouldn’t even come close to the horrors that I’ve seen. No, it isn’t vampires, vampires don’t exist. We destroyed them all decades ago, every last sparkly one of them and you’re welcome. I hunt various creatures and demons that have managed to escape from the underworld. Tonight, that demon is Death. This Death doesn’t walk around wearing a long black robe, nor does he carry a big scythe. This Death is deadlier—much deadlier. He is one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse sent to end the world, only he is much, much too early. It’s 2013 and the world isn’t supposed to end until the year 3000. My job is to find out what he is doing here and get him to leave, if he doesn’t comply, I’ll kill him and if I kill him, it’d be my four hundredth demon kill—not bad if I do say so myself.

“I see you, Mr Four Hundred.” I muttered to myself.

In my mind I was already adding another notch to my belt. I pulled the tasteless, over-chewed piece of gum from my mouth and stuck it in an empty ash tray that was concealed in my car door. I watched them from a distance, just waiting for the right time to attack. Then ours eyes met, catching me off guard. I was shocked, but I didn’t let it register on my face. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to see me, not yet. His dark eyes watched me intently. My ability to see well in the dark made it easier for me to see his amused smirk as he cocked his head and studied me curiously. The skank followed his line of sight, but she couldn’t see well enough to know that I was there. Her hands trailed down his fine, black suit and then back up, resting on his tie. Her lips moved as she spoke to him. When he didn’t respond she leaned closer, her lips barely grazing his ear. Again, he doesn’t acknowledge her, he only saw me. I grabbed the gun that was in my glove box and climbed out of the car. I clipped the gun onto its holster at the back of my leather catsuit. It was mandatory that all field angels wear the required uniform. The men wore black, reinforced suits as well—kind of like mine, but it didn’t cling to places like the female’s catsuits did. The catsuit was designed for speed and protection. Having it skin tight helped me move faster and prevented it from snagging on foreign objects.

I walked toward him, but he didn’t run from me like most demons did. Instead, he chuckled at me. The girl finally spotted me and she took a step forward, shielding a quarter of Death’s body. I stopped when I came within ten metres of them, my legs shoulder width apart. I raised my arms above my head and tightened my ponytail.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” He said.

His voice was deep and husky. Images of melted caramel dripping from a spoon filled my mind.

“Who the fuck is she Noah?” The girl spat at him.

At least he was smart enough to use a fake name.

“Who the fu—”

Rapidly, I drew my gun and shot the girl in the neck. With a quiet gasp, she crumpled to the cold, dirty floor. I didn’t kill her—I’d shot her with a tranquiliser and now she was sleeping it off. I returned the gun to its holster. I’d prefer to fight him with my hands.

“Buzz kill.” He groaned.

“Why are you here?” I demanded.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. He bent down and stroked the girl’s cheek with the back of his finger. I ignored the pang of jealousy that coursed through my chest, tightening it as it went. You see, I knew Death, personally—a long time ago, before he became Death. Back then he was an angel known as Lucas and he was the one that recruited me. He taught me everything I know about demons and how to kill them. I stared at him; he hadn’t changed in the slightest. He still had those high cheekbones and big brown eyes. His hairstyle was the same—short and classic. He straightened himself and took a few steps toward me.

“You’re still as beautiful as I remember, V. Not that I expected anything short of perfection.” He licked his bottom lip and looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts for a second longer.

I clenched my jaw. V was Lucas’s nickname for me. It was short for Violet. There was once a time when that nickname brought me immeasurable happiness, but now it brought me nothing but pain.

“Come home with me? For old times’ sake?”

His brown eyes glistened with something dangerous and I gritted my teeth. I hated seeing him like this, he was another person entirely. He wasn’t the same sweet man I’d met years ago. Lucas took a few more steps toward me, but I didn’t budge.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” He continued. “We were good together… once.”

I cringed, recalling our training sessions together—his sweat, my sweat, how his strong hands felt on my body. I shook my head. He is screwing with you. It isn’t him! He isn’t Lucas, he’s Death. Give him the warning and leave.

“I don’t know whether your council told you or not, but you are nine hundred and eighty-seven years early. You aren’t supposed to be here.”

He chuckled. “I can do as I please. I’m not hurting anybody.”

“It is my duty to inform you that you are trespassing. If you don’t leave,” I swallowed hard. “I’ll kill you.”

His eyes darkened and narrowed in on me. “You forget one thing, my sweet V.”

“And what’s that?”

“I taught you everything you know.”

He swung at me, but I ducked just in time. He came at me full force, throwing punches and kicks. Most of them I managed to dodge, until one kick hits me square in the stomach. I fell backwards and hit my head against the concrete. My vision blurred for a few seconds, when it returned I used my wrists to spring back onto my feet. Lucas was removing his jacket and rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.

“You’re faster, stronger and meaner than you used to be, but I still don’t think it’s enough to beat me.”

I sprang toward him, hoping to catch him off guard, but even in the middle of rolling up his sleeves he was expecting my attack. Nothing is more infuriating than an opponent that knows what you’re going to do before you do it. He grabbed me by the waist and slammed me into a brick wall. I recovered quickly and we circled each other, testing each other. I tried to remember everything he’d taught me and everything I knew about him. I’d trained with him for years. I made a mental check list of all his strengths—he was tall, he had reach on me. If I run at him, he’ll knock me out before I get within a few feet of him. He was strong and lean, if I wrestle him, he’ll be able to pin me and break my neck easily. The only weakness he had was… was… well, nothing. Lucas was hands down the most well rounded fighter I had ever met, Couple that with his new found strength, speed and stamina… I was out matched—a hundred to one.

“Realize something did you, darling? You’re no match for me and you never will be. Why they sent you, I have no idea.”

A light growl escaped my lips and Lucas smiled at me. I dove at him, catching him by surprise. We tumbled to the floor, locked in a full blown wrestle. He grabbed my neck and squeezed, but I thrusted my elbow into his ribs and shoved him off me. I sprang to my feet and kicked him in the face. As my boot connected, I heard a gruesome crack and then blood splattered the concrete.

“You have until sunrise to leave earth. Or I will come back and kill you.”

I walked away from him, not knowing if he’d attack me from behind—he didn’t. I didn’t look back until I was in my car and facing that direction. He was gone. A sad feeling swirled around my stomach and tears threatened my eyes. Suddenly, I felt claustrophobic in my suit.

“Don’t be an idiot.” I breathed, whilst banging my forehead on my steering wheel. “That wasn’t Lucas.”

My SUV roared to life and I drove off. I was going back to our headquarters, I had to fill in a report of tonight’s events. I sighed and suddenly became aware of all my bumps, scrapes and bruises. The fight was a lot more brutal then I thought it was, but my physical pain was the least of my worries. I just went head to head with my friend, my mentor and the love of my life—my heart hurt a lot more than any physical injury I’d sustained. I hadn’t seen Lucas in years, not since our last passionate night together and then he was taken. The motorway rolled silently under me.

Don’t cry. You’re not going to cry.

I bit my lip and blinked a million times, but I cried anyway. I cried because he’s lost to me. I begged for this assignment, I thought that if he saw me again he’d forget about the underworld… he didn’t.

© Skyla Madi 2013

Hey there… It has been a while!

Hi all! 
It has been such a long time since I’ve posted anything here on my website. I thought I’d stop by and use this rare spare time to thank all of you for your support. 

It has been a year since the idea of Your Guardian Angel first came to mind. I know, I can hardly believe it myself. The support that I’ve received over the past year has absolutely blown my mind. I am grateful for many things and many people. First and foremost, Thank you to my husband Ash and daughter Mia. They have been my number one motivators. They’ve sacrificed countless quality time hours just so I can create this world and fill it with all the characters that you love. Secondly, I’d like to thank Limitless Publishing for taking on the Guardian Angel series and making it the best it can be, I know I still have a far way to go in terms of improving as a writer, but I am lucky enough to be given the opportunity to do so and at the same time share it with all of you. With each book I release, hopefully you can see my progress and how hard I have been working to bring you better stories. And thirdly, to all my fans. Fans. Fans. It is so surreal hearing that word. I never in a million years thought that people would look up to me and admire me… but it has happened and it is the coolest feeling ever! Without you, my books wouldn’t have become best sellers and for that I am eternally grateful. Receiving messages from fans telling me how much they love my books puts me on cloud 9 every time and it motivates me like crazy! 
I can’t wait to bring you ‘Salvation’ and hear your thoughts on it! 

Stay safe, keep reading and thanks again. :)

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