Curses & Ash (Book Two)
by Tiffany Daune
Publisher: Jester Ink Press
Publication Date: January 20, 2016
Genre: Paranormal, Urban Fantasy, YA
Discover the spellbinding sequel to Coral & Bone…
A demented twin sister, a demon hijacking her powers, and a mysterious journal filled with more questions than answers—Halen needs her Guardian Dax more than ever. But if she confides in Dax, she fears he will never forgive her, not after all he sacrificed to help her vanquish Asair.Halen drowned Asair in a tornado of wings—at least, she thought she killed him. Why then does his mocking voice snake through her thoughts, enticing her to surrender her power?
Maybe she screwed up—big time—but she will never allow Asair to control her magick. And when Etils’ fires threaten the Earth, suspicions surrounding Asair’s death rise, igniting restlessness within the realms. Her life in balance, Halen must race time, purge the demon’s soul before flames consume the Earth or the Tari strike first.
“We’ll leave for Etlis in a day or two. You’re not ready to travel.”
Dax leaned his back against the doorframe; his stormy blue gaze
slipped over Halen, studying her as if searching for the lies she
How much did he see? Panic rushed through Halen. Had he witnessed
the shift in her eyes as they blurred over with Asair’s cocky
stare? Could he see her demon passenger now?
“Are you sure you can handle a shower on your own?” He crossed
his arms, the silver band of his Guardian bracelet hidden against his
heart. “Tage is just in the other suite. She wouldn’t mind helping.”
“No!” Her voice rose a little too loudly for the cramped hotel
bathroom. The last thing she needed was an Empath digging through
her emotions. If she had screwed up and really hadn’t killed Asair, but
instead swallowed his soul, then no one could find out. After all her
friends sacrificed, they would never forgive her. “I don’t need Tage.”
She worked a smile to her face.
“Okay, but all you have to do is ask.” His unwavering gaze never
left hers. He was suspicious, or maybe just worried; she couldn’t quite
tell, but his energy flashed like streaks of lightning in a summer sky.
“I’m just having a shower.” She snatched a bar of miniature soap
from the counter and inhaled the citrus scent. Act normal. She peered
up at Dax. “I’m sure I can handle this.” She smiled broader, even
though her pulse raced with fear at the thought of being alone with
Asair. She wriggled off the chill pinching the back of her neck. Within
seconds of passing through his dimension, Asair shredded her confidence
with a simple smile, quickly turning her into his captured prey.
If not for Dax, she would still yearn for Asair’s twisted touch; her soul
would be as dark as death’s shadow. She owed Dax an explanation.
She should at least tell him what she saw in the mirror. Thought I saw,
she corrected. She glanced toward the mirror where only moments
before, Asair’s jade gaze seared through hers. Etlis is still mine. His
whispery voice consumed her like a tornado whipping up its victims.
But if he were alive, then why did guilt still tear at her insides? The
memory of his corpse pressed her memories; she rubbed the crook
of her arm, still able to feel the weight of his death.
About the Author
I write stories about magick, love and dark creatures lurking in the shadows. When I’m not lost in Editland you can find me reading a book from my towering TBR pile or at the movie theater nibbling licorice. I don’t have a lucky number, but my favorite time is 11:11. I completely believe that the fortunes found inside cookies will come true and that you must be careful when wishing on stars. I live on an island, so if you want to visit you’ll need a boat, and if you want to survive the passage, be sure to bring candy for the mermaids.