Shadow of Hope
By
Elizabeth Rose & Tina Pollick
A secret passed from generation to generation. A line of heirs
destined to protect those they once persecuted. One god who seeks to destroy
humanity's last Hope...
Zoe is an
ordinary woman who talks to her spirit, was raised by her coven, and doesn’t
speak to her father. Until one day she finds out that the necklace left to her
by her mom, holds humanities last hope
Evan is her reluctant protector, the last of the
Templar Knights, who's watched her from the shadows since she was a teenage
girl. When an assailant from the past emerges and steals the key to keeping the
rest of the world safe, Evan and Zoe must form a tenuous alliance to get it
back.
Up against a mysterious enemy older than time,
and a really pissed off God of War, Zoe and Evan have the odds stacked against
them as they try to reclaim the Hope of all humanity. That's if they can avoid
killing each other.
Shadow
of Hope is a fast paced, thrilling paranormal romance novella.
Author Elizabeth Rose grew up
in a household where reading was a favorite pastime. Having been encouraged by
her parents as a young child to pursue the greats (Dr. Seuss and Amilia
Bedilla) she quickly found herself wanting more than to just read stories of
Charming Princes in far off lands; she wanted to write them as well.
Having been a follower of
Gabriel, Elizabeth found a strong bond of friendship with author Tina Pollick.
Having many common interests, Tina and Elizabeth decided to attempt co-writing
a novel together. The end process was both enjoyable and enlightening.
Elizabeth currently resides in
Wyoming with her two dogs, Bard and Blade. She is graciously allowed to attend
the needs of her tomcat Tinker. Shadow of
Hope is her first book. Stop by and say hi!
When Tina Pollick isn’t writing paranormal
romance about Heavenly hunks, and smart, sassy women, this RN enjoys a quiet
home life with her husband, children, two horses, two dogs, cat, chickens,
guineas, well sort of quiet.
Tina’s first paranormal romance novel, GABRIEL, A Kematian
Hunter Series was published in January 2013 by Evernight Publishing. The first
in a three novella series, SOUL BROKER, will be published by Moon Rose Publishing
in August 2013. Stop by and say hello!
Twitter: @Tinapollick
GABRIEL is available on Amazon, Smashwords, Barnes and Noble and
Evernight publishing.
Buy Links:
Smashwords
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/327959
Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Shadow-of-Hope-ebook/dp/B00DHW0MLK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1371723749&sr=8-2&keywords=Tina+POllick
Character Bios
Zoe: A twenty-two
year old vet-tech with Wiccan roots. Unbeknownst to her, she is the Guardian of
the Gateway leading to mankind’s greatest Hope. She is the only surviving
member of her lineage, and her only living relative is her estranged father,
Chris.
Evan: A
twenty-seven year old amateur boxer, Evan spends most of his time helping out
his local homeless shelter. He spends a tremendous amount of time training his
body for combat. Evan is the last of a line of Templar Knights devoted to
protecting the Guardians of the Gateway.
Aries: God of
War, destroyer of nations and the puppet-master who seeks to eradicate the
Gateway which contains Hope. He is malicious, manipulative, aggressive and will
not stop until the world is consumed with bloodshed.
Lucian: A torn
soul centuries old, Lucian perpetually reincarnates to serve his twisted master
Aries. He is cunning, and excels at subvert forms of warfare. Once hand-picked
by the Goddess Gaia to protect Hope, he betrayed his fellow Druids and helped
bring about their eventual downfall. He helps Aries hunt the last of the
Guardians.
There
wasn’t any way she was going to eat anything he had to offer again.
“I figured you were
hungry. You were out for a bit.”
Zoe
glared daggers at him. “Good guess. Now you know why I won’t eat your food.”
“What’s
that supposed to mean?” He flopped down on his chair, lifted the footrest and
kicked back.
“Are
you serious?”
His
face remained blank.
“You
know what. Thanks for the water and the couch to crash on. Nice meeting you,
but I hope we never meet again.” She stood, grabbed her purse and went to the
door. She turned the handle, but it didn’t move. Her stomach tightened, but not
from nausea this time. Without turning, she asked the question she wasn’t sure
she wanted an answer to. “Why is the door locked?”
“Because
I locked it.”
“Why
would you do that?” She stalked toward him, stopping inches from the chair.
He
turned and smiled. “Because you were being chased remember?”
“Ummm,
you thought I was crazy yesterday. What’s changed?” She folded her arm and
tapped her foot. When he didn’t answer, she kicked the chair. “Answer me!”
“Nothing
has changed. I still think you’re crazy. I called someone to come and get you
as soon as they arrive, you’re free to go.”
“You
don’t know anyone I do.”
“I
don’t?” He glanced down at her purse.
“You
went into my purse?”
“It’s
not like you could talk.” He closed his eyes.
“Because
you drugged me!” She kicked the chair again. “I’m talking to you. Don’t close
your eyes like I’m not here.”
“If
only I were that lucky,” he muttered.
“You
have me here against my will…open the door and you’re problems are solved.”
His
eyes remained shut. “He’ll be here within the next few hours. Eat your
breakfast before it gets cold.”
She threw the bag at him and he caught it,
setting it to the side of the chair. Her stomach let out a rumble in protest.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
He
opened one eye. “Through that door.” He motioned to the left with his head.
“And if you’re thinking about trying to get out…don’t. You’ll never fit through
the window, and if you do manage to get part of the way out and get stuck, I’m
going to leave you there until your ride comes.” A smile slid across his lips.
“On the other hand it’ll be quiet in here, so go ahead and try.”
She
stomped out of the room and slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. She
glanced around. A stand up shower stall,
a sink and toilet. She looked up and saw the small window near the ceiling. She
sucked in her gut and let it out with disgust. There was no way she was going
to fit through it. She reached under her shirt and rubbed the mirror that hung
from the chain. A nervous habit, but that one piece of jewelry always brought
her comfort. She called out to her other source of reassurance.
“Gran?
Gran are you here?” she whispered.
A
silhouette of a young woman appeared before her, just as it had every day since
her grandmother passed away. “Merry meet my darling.”
“Merry
meet Gran.” Zoe watched as her grandmother’s spirit floated around the room.
“Do you notice anything different?”
Gran’s
spirit continued to roam the small space as if she were in a mansion. She
turned and faced Zoe. “You remodeled your bathroom…it’s very nice dear.”
Zoe
sighed. “I didn’t remodel. A man named Evan is keeping me here.”
“You
have a man! That’s great news indeed.”
“He’s
not my man.”
“Oh,
well that’s too bad.” Her spirit floated up to the window. The morning light
streamed through her nearly transparent form.
“I met
him last night. Someone was chasing me and Evan grabbed me and pulled me
inside.” Zoe paced the small area, still trying to sort out what happened. It
was easier now that the fog from her brain had lifted.
Her
grandmother’s spirit turned to Zoe, her expression grave. “Someone was chasing
you?”
“Yes.”
She went on to tell her grandmother what happened and how she became Evan’s guest.
“Where
is he now?”
Zoe
pointed to the door and her grandmother went through it. She returned a few
minutes later.
“Listen
to me Zoe. If there is one person in this world you can trust, it’s the man
sitting on the other side of that door.”
