There is something about the end of a series. It brings a little sadness but also excitement as the author wraps up the storyline. We say goodbye to our favorite characters but hopefully get to see how much they have grown since we met them.
Ashely Pagano has taken us on a ride during the Reaper series. We have learned a great deal about Ryder and why she comes off so angst filled. We cheer for Chase as he falls in love with her and gains more information about his own abilities. And we hold our breath as we find out what might just happen to him in this final story. Hold onto your hats...the ride is bumpy!
She’s been to the other side and back again . . . But she’s never met anyone like him.
He can see things no one else can . . . But he only sees her.
From the moment he witnessed her do the impossible . . . he was obsessed. But he's not the only one.
Thankfully, Carlsten is man enough to put his feelings aside in order to secure a friendship and partnership with Ryder and Chase. Because it is going to take all three of them to take down the Fallen and the Reaper.
Ryder's extraordinary abilities and scythe are no match for true love. Chase's six sense and dagger, in no way, prepared him for this. Carlsten's expertise and impeccable aim may not be enough to take down the most powerful creature on Earth. It will take a miracle, and possibly the ultimate sacrifice.
Will it end where it all began?
In a world filled with darkness . . . can true love spark just enough light to save it?
“I’m going to kill him first. As much as I hate to admit it, I need your and Carlsten’s help. I cannot do this alone. He may be too powerful. Nevertheless, he truly deserves to meet the end of my blade.” She extends her fingers until they crack, eagerly.
I do not lift my eyes up to meet hers, instead I continue to glare at the warped, moss-covered planks beneath my feet. She comes over to me and raises her hands to tenderly stroke my face. But I restrain her wrists.
“I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I was only trying to protect you from Focalor.” Her voice is taut and shaky.” After we take Focalor, you and I can focus on us. We could go on a real date or on a vacation, like a normal couple.”
Eventually, I give in. I love her too much that she holds my heart prisoner, like fallen leaves stuck under a chilling frost. I don’t want to forgive her so easily, but I can’t help but want to hold and kiss her. “We’re far from normal.” I bashfully look up at her, reminding her of our uniqueness.
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About the Author:
Ashley Pagano has always dreamed of being an artist both figuratively and literally. Her love of art was instilled by her mother who always inspired her to be creative either with a paintbrush or with a pen and paper. As far back as she can remember her life was always centered around introspection, storytelling, and imagination. Because she is so artistic, she took to the idea of creative writing very passionately. Her ability to describe a scene, person, or place, she compares to painting a picture, where she can describe every detail vividly in order to make the reader feel like they’re truly living in the story. Her works of writing usually center around a powerhouse female protagonist (which reflect her own personality), who progresses through many wild and extreme obstacles. Ashley loves to write stories that end with a cliffhanger, that have the reader begging for more and questioning what happens next. Her most recent novel sets the stage for the paranormal romance of the century and includes ghosts, poltergeists, and demons who just love to get in the way of true love. Ashley has won awards for her design, art, and writing.
Ashley doesn’t believe in down time whatsoever and actually loves having a full “To-Do” list. Ashley is a wife to her wonderful husband, Eric and a mother to a beautiful baby girl named Dakota. She is also a Graphic Designer and a health and fitness coach. Her husband and daughter inspire her to be the best person she can be and encourage her to pursue any of her dreams (no matter how extravagant they may be).
Musings from Michigan