“Whar’s the mystery in that, lovey? Isn’t it better tah think it’s just a bit o’ heaven carved out for you and me?”

“Are you ever going to tell me where this place actually is?”Ī glossy lock of hair fell across his forehead as he looked up with the half-grin I adored. I leaned back on my elbows and stretched my legs out. In no way could I capture his true beauty or the vitality he drew from the elements. I shook my head and cast the sketchbook aside. He strummed softly on his guitar, his skin aglow thanks to his kinship with the fire. I glanced up from my artwork and gazed at Caleb. It was a comfortable seventy-five degrees in our tropical paradise.

A small fire crackled in front of me, more for ambiance than necessity. Sea gulls screeched their high-pitched call, interrupting the sweet serenade of the gently lapping waves. I wriggled my toes deeper into the sand and readjusted my sketchpad to get a better angle. Raise your glass to the happy couple, and get ready for a wedding…Conduit-style. Is a walk down the aisle even possible for a member of the Garrett family when the Dark Army is out to destroy them? More importantly, will the Dark Army Glee Club sing at the reception? As if the Dark Army wasn’t scary enough our heroine is faced with the horrifying trauma of attending a bachelorette party with her mom and watching Grams do Jello shots. Soon a terrible new threat, unlike anything she’s ever encountered, causes her to make a gut-wrenching choice that will strip her of someone she holds dear.Īs much as she’d like to have a pity party for one, there’s no time for that now because wedding bells are ringing in Gainesboro! In between dress fittings and rehearsal dinners Celeste will have to fend off attacking demons and leering pirates. But if there’s any lesson she should heed since receiving her calling it’s that everything can change in the blink of an eye. Celeste Garrett has finally found a happy balance in her life as the Chosen One, thanks in large part to a certain hunky Irishman.

Sacrifice by Stacey Rourke