Sins of the Fallen By:Karina Espinosa
Synopsis:
When seventeen-year-old Maximillion Taylor and his best friend, Jones go to a house party, he doesn't expect to get kidnapped—much less by a succubus—and she's not the only one on the hunt. Thrown into a world of angels and demons, where nothing and no one is what they seem, Max ventures to find his true identity and learn to fight the demons who pursue him. When his origin is revealed, it's a race against the clock for a battle that will determine whether he can protect the ones he loves or succumb to his true nature. Through lies, betrayal, love and pain, Max must prepare to face the demons before it is too late…
Excerpt:
We're trapped. The feeling of being stuck in a cage too small for my size washed over me and I knew this wasn't good.My ears clogged up with Raums laughter that sounded like it was miles away. I felt my right eye twitch as the anger in me boiled to an uncontrollable level. I could feel the rune trying to keep it at bay, but it was also giving me a hard time to breathe. The pressure on my chest felt like an elephant was sitting on it. I gasped for air as I dropped to one knee. What's wrong with me?
"Max!" I heard her but she sounded so far away. I tried popping my ears but the need for air was stronger.
That's when I felt it.
The fire was at my fingertips and it felt like boiling lava in the pit of my stomach. My eyesight went blurry as the blue fire spread up my arms.
I looked up to everyone staring at me; I would be embarrassed if I could see properly. Everything and everyone had a tint of blue and I was searching everyone's face for the enemy.
Straightening to my full height, my eyes zoned in on Raum.
He was frightened.
Good.
About the Author:
Born in New York City, my family picked up and moved to South Florida when I was twelve. After high school I spent the next few years traveling and experiencing what life had to offer me. At twenty four years old, I'm back in South Florida in my third year of University-majoring in Communication studies. When not in the writing cave, I usually have my nose in a book or on Netflix, cut off from the world with a huge bowl of ice cream.
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