Series: Angelbound Origins #8
Publication date: September 29th, 2020
Publisher: Monster House Books
Synopsis:
"Myla is a magnificent heroine, fierce and outspoken, hilarious and mischievous... And did I mention that her demon tail is sentient? Best. Sidekick. Ever." -- The Nocturnal Library
Myla Lewis has her life back. Wife. Mother. Queen. Great Scala. Queen of the Thrax. Yay! Then one day, Myla runs across a supernatural waterfall that makes her igni screech like crazy. Our heroine speaks the fateful words, "Some days, I wish I weren't the Great Scala."
The waterfall grants her wish.
A moment later, Myla is back at Purgatory High. No husband. No child. No powers beyond her odd quasi days. And without Myla around as the Great Scala, all quasis now live under Armageddon's rule. That sucks. Hard. So Myla sneaks into Antrum--she simply must find Lincoln and figure this out. Once she arrives, two problems arise.
First, her husband doesn't know her. At all.
Second, Lincoln is married to someone else.
Fuuuuuuu...
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Excerpts
I step past the trio of thrax guards writhing on the ground.
Meh. They'll live. Plus, it serves them right for trying to tackle me.
My best friend, Cissy, stares at the same scene. "This isn't right," she snaps. "Before you said and I quote, when we break into Antrum, there will be no fighting."
"True, but that wasn't a real battle. I just tripped those guards by mistake."
Cissy rolls her eyes. "Myla, you punched that guy in the nuts."
I give an eye roll right back. "Same difference. He's down, isn't he?"
Cissy shoots another nervous look at the guards, who remain passed out on the ground. Except for the junk-punch guy. He's awake, just not moving yet.
Cissy narrows her eyes. "And why are we here again?"
"Because at this time of day, Lincoln will be training the young lords. I can catch up with him, easy peasy."
Cissy nibbles her thumbnail. "And he's your husband."
"In another reality, yeah."
"But he won't know you here."
"No." My tail arcs over my shoulder. The arrowhead end points right at my face. I've seen this move before. "I know, bud. Cis is acting strangely." I refocus on my friend. "I feel like we've covered all this before. Why do you keep asking the same questions?"
Cissy shifts her weight from foot to foot. "Just give me the plan one more time."
"I'll talk to my guy and all our troubles will end." Cissy still looks skeptical, so I continue. "Lincoln is a rock. I haven't changed; he hasn't changed. Sure, there's probably some spell on his memories and--just like you--he won't know me right away."
"I don't remember you at all."
"Doesn't matter. Once I explain things, Lincoln will believe me. Then together, we'll fix this mess."
"So you say." Cissy throws up her hands. "How can I be sure?"
"Here's the deal. When it comes to me, you always have a healthy dose of skepticism, but I bulldoze you into things anyway. Come on, let's go before the guards get mobile."
And as I suspected, that speech works perfectly. Without another word, Cissy follows me as I step off to find Lincoln.
Christina Bauer knows how to tell stories about kick-ass women. In her best selling Angelbound series, the heroine is a part-demon girl who loves to fight in Purgatory's Arena and falls in love with a part-angel prince. This young adult best seller has drive more than 500,000 ebook downloads and 9,000 reviews on Goodreads and retrailers. The first three books in the series are now available as audiobooks on Audible and iTunes.
Bauer has also told the story of the Women's March on Washington by leading PR efforts for the Massachusetts Chapter. Her pre-event press release--the only one sent out on a major wire service--resulted in more than 19,000 global impressions and redistribution by over 350 different media entities including the Associated Press.
Christina graduated from Syracuse University's Newhouse School with BA's in English along with Television, Radio, and Film Production. She lives in Newton, MA with her husband, son, and semi-insane golden retriever, Ruby.
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