I’ll
Be Damned Anna
Wolfe Series Book One by Casey
Keen
Genre: Paranormal & Urban
Fantasy Romance
ISBN: 978-1483974774, ASIN: B00C0UM3HG, Number of pages: 400, Word Count: 114,426, Cover Artist: Jenna DeVries,
Graphic Designer
Book
Description:
A sister kidnapped. An impending war between Heaven
and Hell looming around the corner. A Grand Witch who has no idea
what she is. The Prince of Darkness’s
obsession in claiming her. Two sinfully gorgeous men pulling
her in two different directions.
As the owner of the coffee shop
Deja Brew in Savannah, Georgia, Anna thought her life was ordinary. That is
until her sister is kidnapped by a demon, prompting two handsome men to march
into her life unexpectedly. Valen, the sinfully gorgeous, overprotective
werewolf who is Anna’s sworn guardian and Roman, the most handsome and powerful
Warlock in the entire Netherworld.
Suddenly, her world is stripped
of everything she knows and replaced with frightening news about who she really
is - a powerful Grand Witch. Now, it’s up to her to draw out her dormant magic,
rescue her sister and stop an impending heavenly war threatening to eradicate
the human race all while staying alive.
My Review:
One look at the cover and I was hooked. This book looked like a fun read. One chapter into the book and I was a Casey Keen fan. Anna, is the owner of a coffee shop Deja Brew in Savannah, GA. Still recovering from a failed relationship, she discovers that her selfish younger sister, a bridezilla, is planning the wedding in Anna's hometown. Her older sister reveals that her once stable marriage is over and plans to stay with Anna. The family dynamics are realistic and humorous. Once Anna's sister is kidnapped by a demon all hell breaks loose. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and would highly suggest you give it a try. If you like paranormal romance, especially the style of Rose Pressey, or H.P. Mallory you will enjoy this book. I can't wait to read Casey Keen's next book.
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Excerpt:
It happens
practically every night. My pleasant dreams take on a life of their own,
morphing into terrifying nightmares. They are the tsunamis of the dream ocean,
spinning me in their churning tides before thrusting me awake, whereupon I find
myself drenched in a pool of sweat, and gasping for air. Abandoning my worry
isn’t an option since a demonic element is the driving force behind them. It
sounds crazy, but even as a child, a special darkness visited me in my dreams.
Is it a warning? Or a threat? Your guess is as good as mine.
They always
began the exact same way - I'm being hurled into a pitch-black hole of
nothingness. I open my sleepy eyes, allowing them time to adjust. Isolation
surrounds me, reminding me how unprepared I am for this place. A dim, orange
light cuts through the dark abyss like a blade. I squint, realizing it’s much
further than it appears. I attempt to move my feet, but they stubbornly refuse.
I try a second time, and manage to overcome the terror that is binding them.
One step becomes two and I find myself walking at a cautious pace, listening
for the faintest sound. I haven’t the slightest idea where I am, which makes me
suspicious of everything. My nose wrinkles as I walk through a large pocket of
air that reeks with an overpowering odor of burnt hair. I swing and wave my
hands, hoping to break up the stench, but to no avail. What could be the source
of such a rank smell? I’m not sure I want to know the answer. I quickly push
the thought away. Curiosity can be dangerous when it comes between reality and
panic.
I tread
delicately, hoping no one hears me. I don’t think I'm alone, and I find some
comfort in the darkness. Whatever is with me is out of my sight, and therefore,
out of my mind. I never thought I would find a cliché so helpful to me until
now. I wrap my thoughts around it, mustering up the courage to carry on. The
orange light grows, compelling me to pick up my pace. I glance at my
surroundings, unsure of what I might find. The curved, dank walls and concrete
blocks beneath my feet are bare, but fortunately, no revolting creatures dangle
from the ceiling or slither past my feet, although I am thinking of them! Where
the hell am I? Dreams have a funny way of camouflaging life’s problems, but
this is ridiculous!
A glint of light
from the ashen wall catches my eye. I step closer to it, noticing how the
curved cobbles gently mold my feet to their shapes. Small, rectangular stones
that suggest their age goes well beyond the medieval era are arrayed in front
of me. A dense tackiness catches the small granules of little dust motes that
are reflected by the light here. Some kind of liquid begins to seep from one of
the cracks in the stones, and I lower my head to inspect it. The crimson liquid
slides sluggishly, like a snail, towards the ground. Leaning closer, I realize
I’m staring at blood, and I gasp, jumping backwards. My heart thuds loudly in
my chest as my adrenaline speeds through my veins like a racecar. My eyes skip
around, noticing thousands of little red capillaries materializing all over the
wall. An overwhelming paranoia that the tunnel will cave in torments my mind. I
turn and dash towards the light, fueled by my distress. My lungs scream for air
as I push myself further and faster than ever.
The orange light
surrounds a large opening. Skidding to a stop, I barely avoid falling over the
ledge at the cave’s entrance. I stare out at a fiery, scarlet landscape that
appears infinite, and sends me a menacing warning. I lean forward when a wall
of intense heat slugs me in the face, forcing me backwards a few inches. The
air is dense, and it’s hard to catch my breath. Sweat beads on my brow,
evaporating before I can wipe it away. I scan the ravaged scenery, watching
pillars of fire erupt from the ground before disappearing into the onyx sky,
rimmed in red. A chain of mountains with jagged cliffs, emerge straight up from
the bloodshot dirt. Floating objects I don’t wish to know about, travel in an
orbit, weaving in and out through the rough terrain. I’m in a completely
different world. My terror lingers, refusing to go away. A raging river of lava
slices through the valley, determined to leave its own mark in the middle of
this inferno. I stroll down a steep trail that leads directly to the unusual
river. I stop long before reaching its banks, and gradually inch my way closer.
My eyes drift over to the whirling mass of disturbing beauty. Deep shades of
red and orange mesh with each other, creating a horrid kaleidoscope of angry
colors. Flashes of distorted images of my family and friends bob in and out of
the blazing lava. I watch in horror as the greedy river of fire consumes them
without remorse. Despite my attempts to reach in, my hand snaps back after
feeling the agonizing heat. I step backwards, staring in numb bewilderment. I
know I’m dreaming, but it doesn’t lessen my anxiety. My back slams into
something solid and unyielding. Long, crooked fingers wrap around the tops of
my tiny shoulders like spiders. Suffering and emptiness engulf me. My heart
pounds like a hammer as my limbs melt into rubber. The hands squeeze me hard,
sending excruciating pain throughout my entire back. The snapping of my
shoulders, cracking like glass, shatters the unbearable stillness.
About
the Author:
I was born in Philadelphia, PA
and grew up in the suburban outskirts of this amazing city. I love anything
paranormal and/or supernatural - seriously I live in Philadelphia! For those of
you who don’t know, this city is an awesomely haunted place! This healthy
paranormal addiction has provided me the motivation to write my first book,
“I’ll Be Damned.”
I graduated from Drexel
University with a Bachelor's Degree in Psychology and I'm currently working on
the Anna Wolfe Series.
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