The Elemental Clan Series
Book One
Elaine Calloway
Genre: Paranormal
Romance / Fantasy
Publisher: The
Writers Canvas, LLC
Date of
Publication: February 1, 2013
ISBN: 9781301515226
ASIN: B00B7NQLIE
Number of pages:
511
Word Count: 95572
Cover Artist: Taryn
Knight, Leafbreeze Creations
Book Description:
Nature’s
Elementals—Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water—have lived for countless millennia.
Disguised as humans, they are charged with one mission: protect the innocent
from fallen angel clans, who reap human souls and force them to do their
bidding.
Brooke, a Water
Elemental stationed in New Orleans, broke the rules once—she mated with a
human. For her indiscretion, she is forbidden to share a life with her loved
ones: NOPD officer Alex and their half-breed daughter, Ella.Now Ella is about to turn sixteen, and the local clan of fallen angels is determined to snare her soul by Halloween.
Brooke broke the
rules once by allowing love to interfere with her mission. Now she and Alex
must put consequences aside to break the rules again—if they wish to save their
daughter’s soul.
Short Excerpt
“Hell is empty; all the devils are here.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Brooke gripped the bar’s wooden edge
until her knuckles turned white. Nausea and trepidation washed through her
human form. Not now. Please. Not when her New Orleans pub, Armand’s, was filled
with Friday night locals. She couldn’t keep walking away from her cover job.
And she definitely couldn’t tell her customers the truth.
Her mission was critical: protect
innocent humans from the Minare, a local clan of Fallen Angels. Who knew dealing
with a teenager would be the more difficult job?
The nausea grew stronger, churning in
the depths of her stomach. For one hopeful moment, she wondered if the Shrimp
Creole she’d eaten for lunch could be the culprit. A sense of uneasiness snaked
through her veins. No such luck. All signs pointed to the distress call.
Images in her line of vision began to
spin. Gold, purple, and green Fleur de Lis emblems on the bar walls blurred
into a kaleidoscope haze. Oh, yes. She recognized this feeling—the ole Tilt-O-Whirl-from-Hell.
She shut her eyes, wanting her equilibrium to stabilize, but the famed Mardi
Gras colors danced behind her eyelids.
Breathe. She inhaled deep. Beer, tobacco
smoke, and lemon polish overpowered her nostrils.
The impending doom intensified. Your
daughter is in danger. You have to go.
Panic churned inside her like a tornado.
She’d been afraid this would happen.
What was she supposed to do? Family and
her mission were mutually exclusive in her world. She couldn’t kick her
customers out. Her only option was to leave someone in charge. Someone
trustworthy.
Quinn, one of her favorite regulars and
a self-professed hippie, approached and plunked his shot glass down. “Refill
when you get a chance. Life treating you okay?”
Perfect. Quinn and his wife had helped
her rebuild the pub after Hurricane Katrina. They were good folks, the kind of
humans Brooke could trust her customers with.
She tilted the amber whiskey bottle and
poured. “I’ll make you a deal. Watch the place for thirty minutes, and you can
have all the refills you want.”
“Works for me. What happened to John?”
Brooke grabbed her keys and jacket. She
didn’t have time to get into the particulars. “Quit on me yesterday, said he’s
moving back home to care for his parents. I haven’t had the chance to place a
want-ad for someone new.”
“I’ll hold down the fort. Go do what you
need to do.” Quinn strolled behind the bar, his body moving in tune to the
Zydeco music coming from the speakers. On any other day, she liked the New
Orleans locals and their leisurely way of life. Just not now. She needed to go.
She sprinted for the back exit. “Thanks.
I’ll be back soon.”
“Is everything okay?” he called after
her.
Not really. She didn’t turn around, only
said, “I won’t be gone long, thanks,” and ducked out the back door to avoid
further questions.
Brooke ran down the crooked sidewalk.
Live oaks draped with Spanish moss lined the narrow street filled with shotgun
houses. Fortunately, Alex only lived two blocks away. The short walk made it
easy to keep watch over him and Ella.
Darkness covered the sage-colored home
with black shutters, but the full moon’s beams slanted through a rear side
window. Brooke crept alongside the long narrow house, which extended back for
almost a city block. These old Mid-City homes had more rooms than she could
keep up with. Over the years, she’d learned which ones she could easily peer
through.
Peeking inside, Brooke saw Ella
tiptoeing across the study, headed straight for the cabinet.
Brooke’s neck went tight. Holy hell,
this was no false alarm. Ella was a mere twenty steps away from the cabinet. Or
rather, from disaster.
About the Author:
Book Two, RAGING
FIRE, will be released summer 2013.
For more
information or to connect with Elaine online, visit her web site at www.elainecalloway.com
Website and blog : www.thewriterscanvas.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/writerscanvas
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6915219.Elaine_Calloway
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