The
Passion Season:
Book
I of the Covalent Series
Libby
Doyle
Genre: urban fantasy/paranormal
romance
Publisher: Fairhill Publishing
LLC
Date of Publication: March 20,
2016
ISBN: 978-0-9972985-0-5
ASIN: B01CCE4U8E
Number of pages: 556 in ePub
Word Count: 117,259
Cover Artist: Damonza.com
Book Description: In loving him,
she overcomes her pain, but to discover his true identity would shred the reality
she thought she knew.
He is Barakiel. Warrior. Exile.
Hopeless romantic. Barakiel is Covalent, a race of ancient beings who use their
great power to keep the elemental forces of Creation and Destruction in
Balance. The Covalent Council exiled Barakiel to the Earthly Realm as the price
of the treachery of his father, Lucifer, who wages perpetual war against it.
Lucifer also relentlessly pursues his son. The Council thinks Lucifer views his
son’s power as a threat, but Barakiel knows his father seeks to destroy even
the memory of love.
She is Alexandra “Zan” O'Gara.
FBI Agent. Army veteran. Recovering drunk. Zan’s troubled past left her with
little interest in men, but she had never encountered anyone like the stunning
Rainer Barakiel. Zan believes Rainer is a wealthy businessman with expertise in
edged weapons who can help her with a case. From the moment she meets him she
wants him more than she’s ever wanted anything, but her intense attraction is
as frightening as it is thrilling.
This is their love story. As
Zan’s deepening feelings for Rainer lead her to confront her emotional damage,
he struggles to meet the demands of his home world so he will be free to love
her, and to reveal his true nature. Through the gruesome crime that first
brought Zan to his door, Barakiel learns that his presence in the Earthly Realm
has placed some of its most vulnerable citizens in danger. Compelled to protect
them, he undertakes a series of duties he may not survive, even as Zan rescues
him from centuries of a deadened heart.
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Excerpt:
The Meet
From
part one, Vernal Equinox, Chapter 1
The front of the main building had a set of massive
wooden double doors and a smaller heavy wooden door to the side with the bell.
She rang, and when the door opened she forgot she was supposed to speak. He was
gigantic, at least six foot eight, with broad shoulders and a lithe, athletic
build. A few strands of his unruly, mid-length blond hair fell over eyes that
seemed to be several shades of blue at once. They drew her in with more than
their beauty, as if something primeval was hidden in their depths, just barely
restrained. He faintly smiled. She knew her face was getting red.
[Internal] What
the h*ll. Don’t be such a fool.
“Um, hello, I’m Special Agent Alexandra O’Gara of
the FBI.” She stuck out her hand. “My office made an appointment.”
“Yes. I’m Rainer Barakiel. A pleasure to meet you.”
His voice was rich and deep and he spoke with a slight accent. When he shook
her hand, she held it too long. She still felt flushed.
“I, um, I appreciate you taking the time for this,
Mr. Barakiel.”
“I’m happy to help.”
[Internal] God,
so lame. He must have to deal with swooning women all the time, but I doubt he
expected it from an FBI agent.
Turning gracefully, he showed her through the door.
Zan tried not to stare at the way his jeans fit his hips, or the contours of
his muscles beneath his gray cashmere sweater. Gripped by a strong urge to run
her hands all over him, she was lucky his place was filled with fascinating
things to distract her. Antiques and art were arranged tastefully in the open
space, among brown leather couches and chairs and colorful woven rugs. Pale sun
from high skylights glinted off a sunburst mosaic above the mantle of a huge
concrete fireplace. Zan tried to concentrate on her surroundings, at least
until her pulse slowed down.
“What a fantastic place.”
“Thank you.” He dipped his head toward her in an
old-fashioned display of manners that she found charming.
“This whole property is great. What was it used for,
before you lived here?”
“This land was part of the old Rohm and Haas
Chemical plant you can still see as you enter. The facility was shut down in
2010.”
“I wish more people would reclaim these abandoned
places by the river. Most of it just goes to waste, and meanwhile they’re
developing Chester County farmland.”
“Yes.” He looked at her intensely. “I felt good
about redeveloping a brownfield. I had to do a lot of remediation, but now it’s
an excellent place to live.”
“All you need now is for the city to buy the front
parcel and turn it into a park.” Zan gave him her best sunny smile, with an
openness she knew made people trust her.
“That would be ideal,” he replied, “but I’m not
holding my breath.” He returned her smile.
[Internal] My
god, you’re beautiful. How are you that beautiful? Why am I
here? The knives.
“Um, in the interest of not taking up any more of
your time than necessary, these are the knives in question.” Zan held up the
case. “Daggers, I think. Did Professor Carson explain where we found them?”
About
the Author:
Libby Doyle is an attorney
and former journalist who took a walk around the corporate world and didn’t
like it. She escapes the mundane by writing extravagant yarns, filled with sex
and violence. She loves absurd humor, travel, punk rock, and her husband.
Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/bWvolH
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