Genre: Paranormal Romance
Crisis and danger have become second nature for Alanna Carrington—after all, as the boss of the Philadelphia Coven, she’s responsible for upholding the laws amongst the supernatural. Which means when the Order of the Serpent rears its ugly head, this time with the most powerful necromancer this city’s ever seen, she’s the one person who can keep Philly safe. Ex-Order djinn and now ally, Samuel Karim happens to be the best suited guy to help. Except he’s also the first man who’s stoked her interest in far too long, and ever since she commandeered the lamp he’s tethered to for safekeeping, he also hates her guts.
As the Order gathers the necromancers of her city and sparks a dangerous alliance, she finds herself working with Samuel Karim more and more. Hatred burns to passion, and when he exhibits a strength and compassion that breaks through her ironclad defenses, she finds herself falling deeper despite the complications between them. Yet with her city under siege and their lives on the line, the sharp desire between them erupts into the temptation to break their own rules, before the Order of the Serpent robs them of the chance permanently.
Even though her toes had iced over and her fingers had lost feeling, she didn’t want to leave. Couldn’t bear the idea of returning to the regular world, not after the transformation that had occurred between them, something brilliant and blinding and a chance she didn’t think she’d ever have. In lieu of that, she couldn’t bear to bring up thoughts of a future, of the problems crowding out the perfection she’d experienced tonight with him.
Even if she got only this one night with Samuel Karim, it would be enough. This night had been the incendiary sort of experience to brand her soul for a lifetime. If she lived long enough to grow gray and wrinkled, she’d remember every detail of today. Every second she spent by his side.
The purple sky spread out full of distant promise, the stars twinkling just out of reach. She memorized the proud arch of his nose, his full lips, and the somber eyes of a man who’d experienced enough grief to make anyone a monster. And yet, she’d never met a more caring individual in her life. A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he’d affected her. Of how he’d changed her.
A modern day Renaissance-woman, Katherine McIntyre has learned soapmaking, beer brewing, tea blending, and most recently roasting coffee. Most of which make sure she’s hydrated and bathed while she spends the rest of her time writing. With a desire to travel and more imagination than she knows what to do with, all the stories jumping around in her head led to the logical route of jotting them down on paper. She writes novels with snarky women, ragtag crews, and guys with bad attitudes. High chances for a passionate speech thrown into the mix.