by Jane WashingtonPublish: Mar 31, 2017Series: Seraph BlackRomantic SuspenseNew Adult RomanceParanormal RomanceRomance
Book Overview
“I had to understand that grief would be a constant in my life, and that it would be different every time it returned to me: the same face hidden beneath a brand new hat. I needed to say goodbye to this chapter of my life, to the grief that had clawed at me, to the threat that had stalked me through the shadows …”
Seraph Black’s entire world has changed. There are no more secrets in her life, but knowledge comes at a price. Memories take their toll. Reality demands a due. The silent shadow of her past has stepped into the light and revealed himself. He has lost everything, and the only thing left for him to do is to make sure that she loses everything as well. Survival is a complicated game, but her pairs are determined to become experts at it before they run out of time. If only they knew about the brand of pain in her portraits that was never there before, because something is seriously wrong. Her visions are changing. People are dying. The world is turning on its head once again.
Warning: As the characters in this series are maturing, so is the content. Not suitable for persons younger than 17 years.
Romantic SuspenseNew Adult RomanceParanormal RomanceRomanceFantasyTeen & Young Adult
BIOGRAPHY I started writing when I was two years old. I’d concoct stories while my mother wrote them down for me, not even blinking an eye when I killed off the mother-dinosaur in my fictional dinosaur family, sending the baby dinosaurs off to live with their dinosaur grandparents. So, due to my mother’s lack of censorship every time I made up something borderline controversial, I’ve grown into an adult that mostly just writes borderline controversial things.
And that, my friends, is how you shift blame.
I live in Brisbane, Australia, with my Husband and our first-born son. He’s a dog, and he wasn’t born so much as bought, but he’s still our heir. We also have a couch, this one really nice lamp, and a few potted plants: Wally, Salvador, and Pinky. There was another, Alexander the Great, but he’s dead now. My writing process consists of a cycle of skipping. I skip sleep so that I can write, I skip meals so that I can write, I skip shopping so that I can write, and then I skip meals again because I didn’t go shopping. In the end, I skip writing because I’ve made myself sick.
It’s not a process I recommend.
Update: Pinky is now also dead. Turns out, I’m really bad at keeping plants alive. So I bought three more: Cedric the Registered Sex Offender, Dostoyevsky, and Tula.
Update#2: Pink was resurrected. Her new name is Pinky Reloaded Uncensored 2.0.
Update#3: Pinky is dead again. I’ve overcompensated with three more: Django Unchained, King, and Steve.
Update#4: I have an actual garden now. Cedric the Registered Sex Offender and Wally are the reigning monarchs. All the rest are in a daily struggle to survive.