“This is my first Primani story and I really enjoyed it! … I loved the interaction between Rori and Declan and I will definitely go back and read the other books in the series.” ~ Five Star rating from Tracey (Amazon)
“Who knew the Primani series could get any better? I was captivated from the Prologue (Never saw that coming!) to the end of the last chapter (“In the space of a heartbeat, it was done.”). All of my favorite characters are back (hot, sensuous, no-nonsense Killian; “my favorite fallen angel Sean O’Cahan” in all his dangerous, sexy glory; and lovable, buff, surfer boy Dec to name a few) along with some new menu offerings that will excite, thrill, intimidate, terrify, and sooth you; all by the end of the first chapter! …Proceed with caution, a wonderful, exciting thrill ride is waiting for you just inside the pages of “Broken Souls.” ~ Five Star rating from Athalee (Amazon)
Stalked by evil…
Psychic Rori Austin’s life is over. She just doesn’t know it yet. Plagued by recurring nightmares and terrifying fugues, she’s hanging on by a thread. When she blacks out and wakes up in 1969, she knows she’s out of control. Broke and alone in the city that never sleeps, she’s desperate to find someone who can hold back the darkness in her mind. When gorgeous Declan shows up out of nowhere, she’s thrilled until he starts asking questions she has no intention of answering.
Haunted by guilt…
Primani Declan Manning is a ruthless killer and a renowned healer. Demons fear him. Humans love him. Life is good. The last thing he needs is a human woman. After saving Rori’s life, he walks away but can’t forget the fear in her eyes. It haunts him, dredging up memories better left buried deep. Intrigued by her secrets, he uncovers the horrifying truth. She’s been marked for Hell, and her time is up.
A starburst exploded and then… nothing but darkness. Excited voices babbled nearby, but they drifted on the wind. Sirens warbled in the distance, the sound fuzzy and faint.
“Hey! Are you all right?” a man’s voice snapped next to her ear.
Yes, yes, I’m fine! She tried to speak, but her mouth wasn’t working. No sounds came out. This was so not good.
“Holy shit, Ramirez, you killed her!”
What? No way! I can’t be dead! She struggled to move, to show them she wasn’t dead, to sit up, something, anything, but she was frozen inside her uncooperative body. A wave of dizziness rolled in slow motion through her brain, spreading from head to toe. She was too weak to twitch. She strained to lift her hand, but vicious pain stabbed into her belly.
Why wasn’t anyone doing anything? Didn’t she moan? She could’ve sworn she’d moaned out loud. If ever there was a time to moan, this was definitely it. No one responded, so maybe she hadn’t. Darkness pressed in, her inner vision tunneling to a single spear of bright light.
Damn… I am dying. Well, this sucks. I should’ve seen this coming.
“Hang in there, darlin’. You’re going to be all right.” In contrast to the muted sounds around her, the soft words rang clear as a bell inside her head. Someone loosened the hoodie’s zipper before lifting the tiny gold cross she wore around her neck. An amused chuckle floated in her head, and the voice came again. “Nice metal. Okay, hang on to your heartbeat; I’m gonna rock your world.”
Dec studied the woman’s pale face and prepared to work a little miracle ‘cuz that’s what he did. Piece of cake. No way was he letting her die. He was in the right place at the right time and he could fix this. Looks like it was her lucky day! He laid his cheek against her breast to listen for the music of her heartbeat. When it faded to quiet, he got to work. Okay, sweetheart, time for a little preventative kissing. This is the fun part…
Carefully parting her lips, he gave her mouth-to-mouth while the ambulance screamed from blocks away. A small crowd had formed, chattering loudly, but he didn’t care. They had no idea he was using his powers to heal her. In between breaths, he ran his hands over her body, searching for injuries. Poor woman had some internal bleeding. He could hear the blood pooling in her abdomen, sloshing against the side of the visceral peritoneum. Where is it? Ah ha, here we go. Celiac artery. Not good. It was damaged enough that blood was flowing at a good clip. She’d never make it to the hospital without bleeding out. Soooo, time for that miracle. He tucked his hand inside her hoodie. With palm flat overtop of the torn artery, he got to work. After a few seconds, the ragged edges were neatly knit back together. Now back to her lovely mouth… she seemed to be breathing, but it wouldn’t hurt to be extra positive.
Rori’s back arched off the ground. Her arms opened to welcome what her brain didn’t yet understand. Glorious fire warmed her from the inside out. Brilliant light flooded her mind, blocking all memories, all thought, until there was nothing but tranquility. Floating weightlessly, all substance drifting away… she was nothing and everything at last. There was no time, no place; nothing but the light pulling her higher.