AGE OF AQUARIUS Sneak Peek

Coming April 7th: Age of Aquarius

1967.

It was the Summer of Love. But in the midst of peace and flower power, a group of hippies unleash an unspeakable horror that will threaten the future of the planet . . .

The King Series.

The Serendipity Series.

Recipe for Death Series.

Every battle. Every win. Every loss.  All the intrigue, pain and mystery . . . it all leads here.

In the ultimate fight against an ancient and powerful evil, Carruthers agents join with old friends as well as new allies to save the world.

Tasmyn and Michael, Nell and Rafe, Jackie and Lucas—and of course, Cathryn Whitmore—all of them will risk their lives and futures to stop the dreaded Hive.

Some will live. Some will die. None of them will ever be the same.

Redeem yesterday. Survive today. Save tomorrow.

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A little preview featuring Daeglan and Sionnach . . .

I held her against me, stroking her russet curls with one reverent hand. “That was the perfect way to begin a day like this. But we’ll need to get up and moving soon. The car’s coming at nine to drive us to Harper Creek.”

I’d expected her to groan or roll away, but instead, Sionnach snuggled closer to me. “And so it begins.”

“It does.” I drew small circles on her back with one finger. “But think, you’ll meet Seamus. And you can get to know Cillian, now that you’re both more awake.”

“Those are both good points. But I’m also going to have to deal with all the Carruthers people and whoever else might be there. Do you know how many I should expect?”

I could feel her tension, and I tried to ease it, bending my neck to kiss the top of her head as I listed those I knew would be present. “Rafe, the mind manipulator. Nell, the witch. Veronica, the vampire. Zoe, the—”

“I know Zoe,” Sionnach interrupted. “I had the pleasure when I worked with Carruthers. She was all right, I guess.”

“Other than those, I believe there’s a guy who’s half death broker, half vampire . . . oh, and a necroloquitar.” I was proud of being able to pronounce the term.

“Ooooh, a death talker. I’ve never met one of those. Cool beans.” She let out a long breath and pushed to sit up. “All right. I’m going to play the girl card and call dibs on the shower.”

“Go right ahead.” I snagged her hand and turned it over to kiss the palm. “For the record, I never mind you playing the girl card, as I’m quite grateful that you are one.”

The expression in her eyes was unfathomable as she looked down at me. “That’s quite an advantage you just gave me there, Irish. I might use it against you.”

I linked our fingers together. “You won’t hear me complain, mo mhuirnín. In case you didn’t know it, you already have me at a disadvantage, just by batting your eyes. I’m your willing slave.”

Although I couldn’t be sure, I thought perhaps I caught a glimmer of surprise on her face before she tugged her hand away and patted me on the shoulder. “And don’t think I’m going to forget it.”

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The Fox’s Wager

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Peace, love and romance~

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