(Guardian Trilogy Prequel)
Publication date: May 8th 2014
Genres: Paranormal, Young Adult
Maggie does not know she is a Messenger. She has never met her eternal lover. She has never survived a Fallen One. All this changes when a Messenger awakens in the Hall of Records only to die moments later, never to return.As Maggie sets out to determine why the Messengers are suddenly beginning to die, she crosses paths with the infuriatingly appealing Eran and their story begins.
In this riveting account of Maggie’s first life on earth with Eran, the star-crossed lovers’ romance transpires amidst treacherous enemies, their friends’ resistance, and their own opposing wills. With the odds against her, can Maggie survive long enough to admit the feelings she has so carefully denied?
Messenger is the first prequel to the bestselling Guardian Trilogy – the breathtaking romantic saga about a love that has lasted centuries between a Messenger and her Guardian.
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Without thinking about it, I rolled my shoulders backwards into his palms. The heat from him was soaking into my tight muscles and it was an unavoidable relief.
“Was that a moan?” he asked.
“Did I make a sound?”
“I think you did.”
I released a half-laugh, too tired to offer anything more.
“It was a good sound,” Eran whispered and I felt his fingers stiffen at his candid acknowledgement. It was the first time he moved them since he laid them on me, but I got the distinct feeling he didn’t want to stop there and yearned to curl his fingers around my shoulders and feel me more fully.
A constrained sigh escaped him, followed by a deep, forced inhale.
His thumbs moved, sliding down the dip between my shoulder and neck. They were tender, barely a whisper against my skin. And I knew he was exploring me, just that small and subtle part but taking his time not to miss an inch. When his hands reached the base of my neck, they paused and I thought he was done, would now pull back and step away. But his thumbs moved up over the top of my palms, embracing my hands.
I was acutely aware of his scent, the quickened pulse in his thumbs, his restrained breathing.
He opened his mouth to speak but the tent flap opened, bringing him to a sudden halt.