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Reaper Blurb:
Shaina has 99 problems and death ain’t one.
Well, actually it is. She is the newest reaper. Shaina's partner is her ex best friend as well as her former boyfriend who disappeared without a goodbye four years ago. Her current boyfriend isn't a boy at all but an ancient angel with a defect. He has never heard the voice of God.
Yeshua has a place in her soul and he refuses to let go while Samuel possesses her body and leaves her craving more but who will win Shaina's heart?
Shaina has 99 problems and death ain’t one.
Well, actually it is. She is the newest reaper. Shaina's partner is her ex best friend as well as her former boyfriend who disappeared without a goodbye four years ago. Her current boyfriend isn't a boy at all but an ancient angel with a defect. He has never heard the voice of God.
Yeshua has a place in her soul and he refuses to let go while Samuel possesses her body and leaves her craving more but who will win Shaina's heart?
Headaches, heartbreaks
and mayhem...Yeah Shaina has 99 problems but Death is the least of them.
Will Shaina be able to heal her shattered heart and save his lost soul?
Will Shaina be able to heal her shattered heart and save his lost soul?
Author Bio:
Casse Narome is the alter-ego of an awesome woman who started writing her first book in 2001 when she was 18 years old and had to take a bus a hour to work and a hour home each day. Although she loved the story she admits that it was very "self-indulgent." She actually admits that it is possible that all her stories are but only because she only writes the stories she wants to read at the time. She doesn't follow fads or writing trends she is just a paranormal, young adult/new adult kinda girl to the heart! She is also goofy and loves comedy so expect that from her and in all of her books.
Casse Narome is an Air Force brat so she has picked up the odd behavior of never staying in the same place for too long. She is quite the nomad. She is never serious, has been accused of wishing her life was a sitcom laugh track and all, she loves to laugh and occasionally snorts while laughing but it’s fine “dudes find that shit sexy, right?” Casse is also very introverted, has a bad habit of talking out loud to herself and she is fine with being a little insane.
You will find her on Twitter way too much being very random and spewing her opinions. When you see her online, tell her to get back to writing!
Contact information:
Email:
icassenaromewrite@gmail.com
Blog:
http://cassenarome.blogspot.com
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/CasseNarome
Twitter:
@CatholicKittie
Team Yeshua excerpt
"Can you feel me?" I asked once more prepared to let go if he said no.
I would sob that I had to wander around this place longer but I would do just that in order to find Yeshua.
I felt arms slide around my waist and grip me tight. So tight that it almost hurt. I didn't complain I just held on tighter in return. I put my head against his chest and I heard him sigh. I nearly cried when I felt him against me.
"You came for me."
"I will always come for you, Yesh. Always." Hadn't I made a similar promise to another angel earlier? Come back. I had promised to come back to Samuel. I had to make my way back through the void and into Samuel's arms. That meant I had to leave Yeshua's. I lingered a little longer in his embrace. I inhaled him, enjoying the comfort of his scent. Yeshua.
Team Samuel excerpt *steamy*
I sat down on the couch where I must have fallen asleep because when my eyes flew open I was in my room looking at the angel that I called my boyfriend. He sat in the chair by my bed and his eyes were locked on mine.
"That is kind of creepy you know. Waking up to be watched." I informed Samuel while rubbing away any sleep that might be there.
"Here I thought I was being romantic. What were you dreaming about?" He leaned forward, his back rigid.
I shrugged which turned into an all-out stretch and yawn. "Not sure. I don't remember why did I talk in my sleep?"
"You said a few words. Mainly, Samuel you are the sexiest thing ever created. I happen to agree," He joked. Oh please let him be joking.
"Shut up. Really what did I say?"
"You said 'I promise. Give me a little time and I will find it.' What will you find?" He leaned even further with interest.
I shrugged again. "Must have been about cookies." I lied. I could only be talking about one thing and to one person. It wasn't a dream. The beast wants her soul.
"Hey what time is it, I am starving?" I sat up and kicked free of the covers.
"It is 5 in the morning."
"Wow, I never wake up this early must have been that creepy feeling of being watched." I joked and gave Samuel a bratty smile.
He pushed forward from his chair and I fell backward as he pinned me against the bed. "I was just waiting for you to wake up so I can do what I have been needing to do all night."
His lips met mine in a scorching kiss. His hands gripped my waist and yanked them up against him until we were hips to hips. Oh my god. I felt him hard against my body. His need pressed firmly against me. He moaned into our kiss. Holy hell. I squirmed anxiously against him.
"Shaina do not do that." His words whispered in my mouth.
He rolled onto his back pulling me with him until I straddled him. I sat up and tugged my shirt over my head then greedily returned to his lips. His hands slowly dragged over my thighs from my waist to the
button of my jeans and undid them. I arched up and help slide them off
with well-timed wiggles.
Samuel's breathing grew heavier. "I need you."
Team Echo (okay not really)
Echo sneezed, and I raised a brow. He sneezed again.
"Are you allergic to cuteness?" I popped a hand on my hip, cocking my head in disapproval. "You are dead, how is that even possible?"
He sighed. "I am not dead, for one. Do you even listen when I speak?"
"What kind of monster are you to be allergic to a kitten? You are supposed to be better post mortem or what are the perks?" The fact that I was appalled was evident in my tone.
I waved off Echo's annoyed glare as I took Scythe from Echo. "Do you see his tiny face? I'm in love."
"Shaina put the cat away--"
"Kitten. You can tell 'cause he's so wittle-bitty!"
"Okay. Put the kitten away, please."
"Dude, away? He is a living thing. You don't put them away like a stuffed animal." I continued to nuzzle Scythe's kitten face as he squirmed.
"Shaina put the damn animal down!" His lips set in a hard line, the way they always did when he disapproved of my antics.
"Alright! Jeez. Relax. You seriously lack a heart! Are you sure you aren't dead?" I put the kitten in my oversized beach tote and told him to stay there. We all know cats are known for their perfect listening skills. Luckily, he curled into a ball and snuggled in. Maybe my cat did have mad listening skills. Yay.
