Friday, October 02, 2015

Spotlight The Third Throne: Angel of Death by Tabitha Barret


The Third Throne:
Angel of Death
The Third Throne Series
Book Two
Tabitha Barret

Genre: Paranormal Romance / Urban Fantasy

Publisher: Heather Baker

Date of Publication: 7/31/2015

ISBN: 1514847507
ASIN: B00XOJ09Z0

Number of pages: 530
Word Count: 223,833

Cover Artist: Heather Baker

Book Description:

Anjali has embraced her destiny to end the world, but now she must find her ten Harbingers, known as the Predznak. She is determined to find Alazar, the Angel of Death, the former leader of the Predznak, before the other angels. She fears that he has lost hope and is close to becoming a Rogue Angel.

Alazar has spent too many centuries waiting for his Master Anjali to come and claim him. Deception and lies have kept them apart, but now it’s too late. He has vowed to the other Predznak that he will kill their Master so that they can be free.

During her search for Alazar, Anjali meets the Spirit Experts, paranormal investigators who are on a collision course with the Angel of Death. Anjali finds herself strangely attracted to one of the Spirit Experts and decides to become a part of their group in an effort to keep them safe from her dangerous angel.

Can Anjali stop Alazar from killing the Spirit Experts and destroying the surrounding town? Can she keep Lucifer in the dark about her affections for the mortal man? Will unseen enemies destroy all that Anjali holds dear?

The Third Throne: Angel of Death is the second book in the steamy Adult Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance series.



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Excerpt The Third Throne: Angel of Death, by Tabitha Barret

Alazar took a step back and contemplated the beautiful woman standing before him.  He was compelled to look at her.  Reaching out he touched the bruises forming on her neck.  How could he hurt someone as lovely as this?  The ice inside of him melted, just a little, as his fingertips grazed the skin on her neck.  The pains of his injuries were dulled when his thumb brushed against her cheek.  She didn’t say anything as he touched her face.  She seemed bewildered.  He chuckled at his own confusion.  What in the world would make him believe that she was his enemy?

Anjali began to hope that she and Alazar could get past all that had happened in her absence.  He was looking at her with amusement and perhaps, hope.  She smiled at him, enjoying the feel of his hands on her skin.  She felt appreciated and cared for as he gazed at her with excitement in his eyes.  He was gentle and patient while touching her face.  She was surprised to find that she enjoyed the way he touched her.  It occurred to her that Death had a seductive side, one that could lure his victims into believing that death could be glamorous and fun.  She would have to watch herself around him.

He looked into her perfect blue eyes and saw, he wasn’t sure at first, but he saw, death.  Fear consumed him as realization dawned on his beleaguered brain.  He was a Harbinger, a Predznak, the one that would herald the coming of the Destroyer, and here she was, in the flesh.  So much for heralding her coming, she had walked straight into his town and taken him by surprise.  Dear Lord above, it was Anjali, his Master.

Anjali saw Alazar’s enchanting face turn cold and calculating as he stepped away.  Sadly, he had finally figured out who she really was and he wasn’t thrilled about it.

“Anjali,” her name felt like sawdust on his lips.  The other nightmare in his life was here and she was wearing the symbol of his undying hatred of Hell and all who inhabited it.  How fitting.  At least he could roll both of his fears into one and consolidate them for ease.  If he defeated her, he would burn Serena’s dress and be rid of both of them.

“Alazar,” she didn’t know what else to say.  Bracing herself for another trip through the snowy air, she held out her hand to him again.  She didn’t expect him to take it, but didn’t know what else to do.

Alazar gripped the knife tighter as anger spread through him.  She was standing in front of him, after all this time.  He remembered his vow to the other Predznak, the vow he had made to himself nearly fifteen hundred years ago.  He was going to kill his unworthy Master.  He stared at her outstretched palm.  Settle things, she had said.  He was going to settle things.

The knife tore through the drifting snow and slashed through her palm.  A spray of blood fell across the snow-covered ground.  This was how it was going to end, her dead in the street and him free for eternity.

Anjali was surprised by the sudden movement of the knife.  She hated knives and had an odd fear of them ever since Hades had tried to take her head with one.  The pain was minor compared to the thrashing she’d just endured, but the action made her scream.  This was what she had feared.  Alazar hated her and was declaring war against her.  She stared at him in disbelief and stumbled backward, trying to comprehend all that had happened.  By all rights, she should remove her ring and force him to bow to her, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.  She had to find a way to get through to him.

Alazar allowed the Destroyer’s scream to wash over him, and renew his desire to end her life.  He was going to make this personal.  She would know all that he had endured in her absence.  That simple scream was just the beginning.  She would feel every lash of Lucifer’s whip, every cut from Serena, and every torture used in the realms.  He would listen to her scream until the light finally faded from her eyes.


About the Author:

Tabitha Barret graduated from Rutgers University with a BA in English. She married the guy from her Creative Writing class and together had two amazing children. They live in a quiet town in New Jersey with their three rambunctious dogs. She is currently working on her series, The Third Throne.






1 comments:

Tabitha Barret said...

Thank you Roxanne for everything!