Series: Reaper #1
Published by Big Cedar on March 3, 2015
Genres: Paranormal Romance, Romance, Urban Fantasy
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They see death. Can they share a life?
Ruth Scott can read the energy of every person she meets. Then she meets Deacon Walker. She can see his ice-blue eyes, his black hair, and his gorgeous face. But this beautiful stranger has no aura.
Deacon is just as unsettled by Ruth—and, having spent more than two hundred years ushering souls to Purgatory, Deacon is seldom shocked by anything. As he helps Ruth to understand her true nature, she awakens desires that he decided long ago a Reaper can’t afford.
A demon invasion forces Deacon to confront the darkness in his own past even as he fights to save the human souls he’s charged to protect. When he’s taken captive, his first concern is for Ruth. But Ruth just might be able to save herself—and the Reaper she can’t live without—if she can learn to wield her newfound powers.
In this new urban fantasy romance series, reapers have a tough job. They have to collect souls of the recently departed and transport them to Purgatory for processing before demons can snatch these souls and take them straight the hell. In Reap & Repent, you’ll meet Deacon, a reaper extraordinaire who doesn’t seem to have heard the adage that all work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy. His life is about two things: doing the job and ridding the world of the demon who’s riding his best friend. Then he meets Ruth, and suddenly everything changes.
Excerpt from Reap & Repent, Book #1 in the Reaper Series
(Not their first meeting but the first with introductions)
“Ruth, my name is Deacon. You might have noticed that I have some rather unusual abilities. For one, I’m very fast when I want to be. For another, I can affect your mood by touch, which I did just now to calm you. I don’t want to hurt you, but I do need to know a few things. What are you?”
What am I? Uh, a girl would be a good start. What the hell?
She shook her head side to side, indicating “No.”
“No, you don’t understand? Or no, you don’t know what you are?” he asked, obviously growing frustrated.
She shook her head again.
“Okay, this isn’t going to work unless you speak. I don’t read minds, you know.”
Good to know, she thought. What came out was, “I don’t understand.”
“When we ran into each other at the hospital, you had no aura. What are you? Are you a reaper? An angel? Christ on a crutch, you aren’t a valkyrie, are you?” he asked, running a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his face. “I’m betting no on the angel front because the Reiki energy doesn’t seem to work on angels. So what are you?”
“A student. Or, I was a student. Now I’m just… I don’t know what you’re talking about—angels and reapers and valkyries. I’m…human?”
“You are more than human.”
“I’m not. What do you want with me?”
“I want answers. In the hospital, I sensed something about you when we met… Your mother was Mary Scott. Correct? She died in that hospital room while you were there?”
“I didn’t do that. It wasn’t my fault,” she blurted out.
“Okaaay,” he proceeded cautiously. “Did you touch her before you left?”
She considered him, her mouth going dry. She had touched her. She’d given her that final kiss on the forehead.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Ruth couldn’t look at him as she began to realize what all of this might mean. Had her bizarre handicap really killed her father, and now her mother, too?
She was a killer.
“You’re not a killer,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“I thought you couldn’t read minds!” She sobbed, tears choking her throat closed.
It’s my fault. I AM a killer.
“You’re not,” he insisted. “I think you’re a reaper, like me.”
Her heart starting beating faster and her vision started to go blurry around the edges. The whole room sped down a black chute into darkness. She was going to pass out. She was going to pass out with a strange supernatural man in her house.
God help me.