Book Trailer Reveal ~ Few Are Angels by Inger Iverson
Title:
Few Are Angels
Author:
Inger Iverson
Genre:
New Adult Paranormal Romance
~Synopsis~
After a fatal hit and run accident, Ella Monroe fears that she’s
lost more than her beloved parents. Horrifying visions of a past life and a
disturbing voice in her head have psychiatric professionals convinced that
she’s lost her sanity as well. But when Kale--a dark and handsome stranger with
a mysterious past--reveals the true meaning of her visions and the tremendous
power she wields through them, Ella must come to terms with the devastating
truths of her own past, while eluding an ancient Dark Prince who seeks to
control not only her future, but all of mankind’s, by means of abilities that
Ella is only beginning to understand.
~Author
Bio~
Inger Iversen was born in 1982 to Anne and
Kaii Iversen. She lives in Virginia Beach with her overweight lap cat, Max and
her tree hugging boyfriend Joshua. She spends 90 percent of her time in Barnes
and Noble and the other ten pretending not to want to be in Barnes and Noble.
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~Except~
I’d had a hell of a time
convincing Jace that I needed to know the truth about myself and where I was
going, but I was getting better at convincing people. If only it had worked
with Kale. To me, two days was more than enough time to calm down, but Kale
seemed to need more time. That was one thing I didn’t have. He wasn’t answering
his phone, and he wasn’t at the mausoleum when Jace, Mia, and I went to check.
He and I both avoided answering Mia’s questions with the promise of a full
explanation once we returned to the house. I had started to get worried, but
Jace explained that Kale was tying up loose ends because I would be leaving and
he would have no reason to stay in the area. I wasn’t sure what loose ends he had, but I hoped
I would get a chance to say ‘until we meet again’ because I was never going to
say goodbye to him. It was better that we split up until Laurent was taken care
of.
I had another reason to go with Jace to the Council. I had a favor
to ask. In return, I would stay with them until Laurent was killed. Alex’s
flight would be in at midnight and then there was the thirty minute drive to
the house, and I had a while to explain everything to Mia. Jace and I had
discussed a plan to get Alex’s cooperation with helping me disappear. I hated
saying it like that, but that’s what it was. It was Alex’s job to make sure his
family knew I was appreciative of all they’d done, but I needed to leave. On
the way to Mia’s from the cemetery, Mia was surprisingly easy to talk to. Her
only demand was to be there when Alex arrived. I had told her about Kale
believing that the tattooed man was in some way related to the killer and since
her parents weren’t home that she shouldn’t stay there. Jace and I took her
home to gather some things.
“I can’t believe this, Ella. I mean, I just can’t,” Mia said for
the hundredth time. “Why would someone want to kidnap you?” She spoke without a
bit of sarcasm. She was truly confused.
“Mia, it’s a long story that I only want to have to tell once, so
you can stay with me tonight. When Alex gets here, I will tell you both
everything.”
“Fine, but who is this guy?” She pointed at Jace.
He smiled in the rearview mirror as we drove into Elmwood City and
reintroduced himself. “I’m Jace Vesco.”
Mia giggled and commenced flirting. “Beautiful accent. Where are
you from?”
That was a good question. In fact, any personal question was a
good one because I had never asked him about anything other than the Council.
“I’m from Belarus, but I have lived in so many different places
that I believe my accent has evolved,” Jace joked, and Mia giggled again.
I could see why she was attracted to Jace. With his blue eyes and
shockingly white-blond hair, he was incredibly handsome. His features were
exotic and strong, but he didn't hold an air of mystery like Kale. At least not
to me.
“My family is part Italian,” Mia said.
I peeked in the rearview mirror, taking in Mia’s blonde hair and
pale skin, and was tempted to ask her about it. But hair dye and makeup could
drastically change anyone’s looks. Instead of interrupting their banter, I sent
Kale a text, but he didn't reply. Meanwhile, Jace and Mia continued to flirt
back and forth, and I tried not to let my lousy mood interrupt them.
“It would be great to visit
my roots in Italy,” I heard Mia say. “I hate living in a small town. It
sucks and most of the women never escape it. If they aren’t pregnant, they’re
waitressing with nowhere to go,” she murmured. Shocked once again, I looked in
the rearview mirror. Mia’s face was hidden as she looked out of the window. I
felt bad for her, she seemed to feel trapped too, but the only problem was that
she wasn’t doing anything about it.
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