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About the First Book
(ADIB #1)
Elle Jefferson
Trade Paperback, 366 pages
CreateSpace
April 17, 2013
Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
Book Synopsis: Lendyn Hughes' grandmother has kept a secret for thirty-one years: who Lendyn's parents are. A devastating break-up following her grandmother's death leaves Lendyn alone, confused and determined to find answers. Armed with only a name, Lendyn attempts to unfurl the branches of her family tree, never guessing it would put her life in danger.
For over two hundred years Englishman Callum Scott lived a life surrounded by beauty. A life free from all those annoying human emotions. That is until the American showed up. Lendyn flipped his world upside down and put him in the worst sort of jeopardy. He's starting to feel things and a murderer can't afford to feel.
Chapter 1: Short Excerpt
My hand fumbled through the darkness, reaching for Devin. I needed to feel him, know he was there. Something troubled me, but I couldn't put a finger on what.
A morsel of his flesh beneath my
fingers would pacify me. Assure me he was still there. I reached further until
my fingers collided with the soft, peach under-flesh of his forearm. I ran a
hand across his solid form pausing for a moment to trace a figure eight on the
mound of muscle encompassing his shoulder. He had a body fit to be relished
even in the troubling hours lack of sleep brought.
He purred for a moment before
stretching an arm and rolling over to his stomach stifling his rhythmic
snoring. I tucked the sheets over him and kissed his golden hair. It was a
perfect evening; work failed to interrupt our plans, which was a rarity. We
went for a moonlit walk along Paradise Cove, an exclusive beach you had to be
a member of to stroll along. This meant no paparazzi to hassle us.
They were one of many drawbacks
to dating a celebrity, but as I admired the contours of his body, there were
benefits too. Though maybe tonight had been too perfect. That was silly
thinking. We didn’t spend enough time alone for anything to be too perfect.
An eerie flash of red in my
peripheral vision caught my attention. I sat up, noticing for the first time the clock
on the nightstand was flashing 11:41 over and over. One of the problems to
living in an old hotel like the Beltmore … things tended to fizzle out all the
time. Last month it was the air conditioning, before that, the hot water. Maybe
Devin was right, and it was time to move out of this hotel and into an
apartment. I shrugged; I’d debate that tomorrow.
I patted the nightstand for my
cell; it wasn’t there. Then I remembered I had dropped it on the dresser earlier
this evening, when Devin had pinned me there to deliver one of his toe curling
kisses. Trying to keep quiet while navigating the dark became impossible when I
stubbed my toe on one of Devin’s Sketchers and tripped headfirst into the
dresser. My hand flew to my mouth muffling a scream that rushed to my lips.
Devin stirred but didn’t wake.
Phew. The last thing I needed was
to wake him. He was a bit of a grump and once he was awake, he’d have to leave.
Work always came first.
Along the dresser, I felt the
smooth outline of my phone. When the screen lit up the time was only 2:08 a.m.,
still early and plenty of time to crawl back into bed and snuggle up next to
Devin. Halfway back to bed and my phone started vibrating. There were fourteen
missed calls and one voicemail, all of which, came from one number—Emma. Now, I
was a bit worried. It’d been a while since the last time I’d spoken with my
best friend Emma.
Emma had this philosophy about
calling once and not calling again until you called her back, hence my worry.
I dialed my voicemail,
“Wednesday, 12:15 a.m—Lend, it's Em. Call me as soon as you—BEEP.” Em was calling
on the other line. Why was I so nervous to answer it?
“Em what’s going on—” I swallowed, “—is everything okay?”
Emma didn’t even get my name out before she broke into sobs. Maybe she and “Mister Perfect” had brokne up again.
“Hello,” I said a little louder, “you still there?” All I could hear was sniffling; maybe she accidentally pocket dialed me. I debated hanging up and calling her back when a familiar English accent came on the line—Mister Perfect. “Lendyn, it’s Zach … I’m afraid I have bad news … there was an accident involving Gigi,” he paused to take a breath as I held mine, “I’m afraid she didn’t make it.”
The room began to spin, and gravity pulled at me. Was I dreaming? This had to be a dream.
Zach’s voice continued, but I didn’t hear anything except a loud buzzing as my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor.
“Em what’s going on—” I swallowed, “—is everything okay?”
Emma didn’t even get my name out before she broke into sobs. Maybe she and “Mister Perfect” had brokne up again.
“Hello,” I said a little louder, “you still there?” All I could hear was sniffling; maybe she accidentally pocket dialed me. I debated hanging up and calling her back when a familiar English accent came on the line—Mister Perfect. “Lendyn, it’s Zach … I’m afraid I have bad news … there was an accident involving Gigi,” he paused to take a breath as I held mine, “I’m afraid she didn’t make it.”
The room began to spin, and gravity pulled at me. Was I dreaming? This had to be a dream.
Zach’s voice continued, but I didn’t hear anything except a loud buzzing as my legs gave out, and I collapsed to the floor.
About the Second Book
In Death's Touch
(ADIB #2)
Elle Jefferson
Trade Paperback, 380 pages
CreateSpace
February 14, 2014
Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
Book Synopsis: Lendyn Hughes had
everything she wanted. A family that welcomed her with open arms and a
man who loved her as-is. So what if they were all vampires, love picked
you, not the other way around. Besides, she was half vampire herself.
One brief encounter. One wrong decision took it all away.
Now Lendyn is trying to remember what in the world she’s exactly doing in London, why she’s back with her ex, where she got the bruises covering her ribs from, and who the taunting voice in her head is.
I’m sorry. Two words Callum never hated more. They were the two words he’d found on the Dear John note in Lendyn’s room. With one breath she declared her love and in the next breath she left him. Now his future looks bleak without Lendyn to color the way.
One brief encounter. One wrong decision took it all away.
Now Lendyn is trying to remember what in the world she’s exactly doing in London, why she’s back with her ex, where she got the bruises covering her ribs from, and who the taunting voice in her head is.
I’m sorry. Two words Callum never hated more. They were the two words he’d found on the Dear John note in Lendyn’s room. With one breath she declared her love and in the next breath she left him. Now his future looks bleak without Lendyn to color the way.
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About the Author
Elle Jefferson lives up in northern Arizona with her two beautiful sons, wonderful husband, and her German Shepherd, Dorrie. When she's not reading or writing, she's painting or enjoying the great outdoors.
She is currently working on her follow-up to At Death It Begins -- In Death's Shadow -- and hopes to have it released in early December.
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