From the unorthodox author Eri
Nelson comes a first look into a modern day mythology twist of the Isabella
(Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series. This adult-action-packed-interweaving
tale catches the initial sparks of a fire that will not stop until it entices
your desire to read more.
Izzy’s world is apparently not what
it seems and neither is she. Although this now adult orphan is attempting to
grasp at all the flying madness whizzing her way.
From electrically charged meetings
of the first sight kind to the levitating heartbeats, Izzy takes it all in
stride. However, even a girl of her kind is allowed to totally kick the crap of
love’s possible interest. Not to mention grab him by the shirt tail while
dashing through the walls ending in another time and back again.
Review:
Hold on you lot because this is a fast paced action packed nonstop thriller of a book!! I just couldn't put it down and with all the plot twists I kept getting surprised!! You don't want to miss out on this book!
From the unorthodox author Eri Nelson emerges book two in a modern day whirlwind weave to mythology’s take on tales. From the Isabella (Izzy) Tulley & Aiden Black Series comes the sparks that could truly only be Izzy herself.
As fate belted her for knowing the truth, Izzy now finds out that Aiden has gone missing. Having not ended on a heartwarming note, the electorally-charged-mortal with a warped take on being a goddess plans for a search and rescue.
With plans for Aiden’s rescue almost halted by Arnost and Meg, Izzy takes in an ill paced smell. No lie, her new power is the act of being able to smell it. However, this hasn't stopped the rotten flesh of the dead from leaving their scent in the act of trying to harm Izzy.
In an ever growing list of Izzy’s enemies one will hold the fatherly insight she has desired or will he?
Excerpt:
With the Grimoire in hand Izzy stated as
if talking to the book as if she would any other, “It’s not safe for you.” In
response, the book glowed and vanished from her grasp.
The odor was far more potent than her
first stumble upon their type. At this point, she was sure that this would be
her second run in with this kind. Since she had not encountered it while
searching for their The Cursed
visitor, Tempest, she was confident these were a different kind of being. More
importantly, she was positive that Arnost as well as her sister were keeping
yet another secret from her. If she were able to get through this she would be
certain to ask this time what were the ones known as blood mad?
Instead of a shaded moon to guide her
way, Izzy had the evening sun setting to light up the horizon. It would be a
lighted display compared to her last encounter.
As the crest of a head emerged, Izzy
chose to duck behind one of the many discarded vehicles on Arnost’s junkyard’s
front. She had expected merely one but from her crouch position, she could now
see many shapes approaching. This would perhaps be a blood bath. With whose
blood she was not sure of. Izzy only hoped it would not be her’s.
Finally close enough for her vision to
take in the whole scene Izzy stumbled falling on her derrière.
“Holy crap, It’s a Thriller video and me
without a red jacket!”
Like in true Izzy form, she chuckled at
her warped sense of humor. Yeah, laughing when she is scared out of her mind is
always her first call to action. The second is to kick some zombie ass.
Their step was slurred and staggered.
Although they did not come at a great speed, their decayed bodies moved on with
a definite determined ever-demanding need. Halting as many as Izzy could with
her new ability to freeze. The new power it seemed could halt to a point in
time around her chosen subject. Leaving them immobilized while time cruelly
moved by around them. So far, Izzy had learned she could freeze a room of
standing still humans. While slow moving, of what she could only assume to
call, zombies were a bit harder to master.
This was starting to become a full
workout. A half summersault over a rotten corpse with a back twist over another
and she was beginning to sweat. Then as if a prayer to her calls Arnost
appeared and shouting as, he approached…
“Don’t waste your energy trying to
freeze them all. You have to burn them. Its fire or the blood of the one they
track to halt them. Hurry now and bring the lighting forth and burn the hell
out of them.”
This pain was something in the future
she hoped would lessen but as of now it hurt like no other. Calling the
electric force forth through her body, it began to break the flesh of her
fingers. Just as she could feel the blood pour from her, she aimed her strikes
toward the walking dead. Laying a strong, enough charge to set them burning as
their hollow forms still tried to move forth.
When once slowing to a halt Izzy turned
to view the horrors of the yard. Much of the ground lay littered with scorched spots.
What was not blackened by the flames, still burned on with rotten flesh caught
in the remaining blazes’ grasp. The scene looking much like Hell had moved above ground.
About the Author:
From the Author:
I am overjoyed that you have stopped at one of my books, my author profile, or a link to learn more about me. As the total creator of everything you might hold between your hands at the time of purchasing any of my books, I must warn you that errors may be at foot. I am very hands on with every aspect that might bear my name. Due to that fact typos or oops might appear. This simple trademark to myself is one of the main reasons I have dawned a new leaf' to my writing career. All of my work can now be found off my own site www.dearharts.com (Please read more below on my biography).
I am overjoyed that you have stopped at one of my books, my author profile, or a link to learn more about me. As the total creator of everything you might hold between your hands at the time of purchasing any of my books, I must warn you that errors may be at foot. I am very hands on with every aspect that might bear my name. Due to that fact typos or oops might appear. This simple trademark to myself is one of the main reasons I have dawned a new leaf' to my writing career. All of my work can now be found off my own site www.dearharts.com (Please read more below on my biography).
Best Wishes
Eri Nelson
About the Author:
Eri Nelson born Erica Walcott is a Indie Author and the youngest of three in a family of five. Erica became Eri (airy) from her mother who called her that for as long as she could remember. The short take on her name took on a more solid base with the love of her life and husband, Jeff Nelson.
Together they have been for the past twenty years. Within that time they were able to raise one daughter and endless amount of pets.
Writing is a passion for her and an abundance of never ending joy. Only one thing tops that for Eri... and that is when a reader enjoys the read......
(More on Eri)
Eri Nelson is a nontraditional indie author who manages all areas of her fiction, fantasy, paranormal, action, adventure and sometimes-erotic writing. Eri handles all the groundwork of her books, even the editing. Because of this Eri strives to improve her abilities along with trying to explain to readers her far from traditional sentence structures. However, she will openly admit that typos follow her.
Join Eri and her shadowy side of writing as she takes you along to explore new desire hunger filled worlds where your mind can share in the heat of the read.
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