Series: Maiden of Time, #3
Author: Crystal Collier
Publication: November 1, 2016
Publisher: Raybourne Publishing
TIME IS THE ENEMY.
In 1771, Alexia had everything: the man of her dreams, reconciliation with her father, even a child on the way. But she was never meant to stay. It broke her heart, but Alexia heeded destiny and traveled five hundred years back to stop the Soulless from becoming.
In the thirteenth century, the Holy Roman Church has ordered the Knights Templar to exterminate the Passionate, her bloodline. As Alexia fights this new threat—along with an unfathomable evil and her own heart—the Soulless genesis nears. But none of her hard-won battles may matter if she dies in childbirth before completing her mission.
Can Alexia escape her own clock?
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net and backed away. He’d been observant and invisible, and now his efforts
would pay out. Metal links spanned the spot she always appeared, suspended
between a tree and the burned out house.
grinned, poised to pounce. Success was about to be delivered.
shriek rent the air. Nothing but mist one second, woman the next. She hit the
metal links with the force of a horse-drawn carriage, and the mail caught
around her, torn loose from the tree and building. It tangled over her. Leofrik
rushed in as she ripped at the metal. He hugged it tightly about her, securing
it like a blanket around her torso and knocking her to the ground.
She kicked at him, but he crushed her legs beneath his own. Her teeth snapped
at him. He leaned away, one arm pressed against her collarbone.
through a mess of snowy-blonde hair with a hint of sunshine. Cautiously, he
brushed the strands back from her face. Thin brows crushed down over upturned
eyes. The pink of rose petals warmed her cheeks, and berry wine lips pursed,
twitching in rage. She smelled of lilac and a hint of rain—such an intriguing
in men’s dreams, not the light of day.
became aware of her form, a shape quite pleasingly proportioned from what he
She twisted again, a futile attempt to break
free. She slammed the back of her head into the ground with a growl. The sound startled
him. Had it come from a wolf or lion it wouldn’t have surprised him, but from a
young woman who fit the image of an angel?
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