Beyond the Hope

Beyond the Hope

(The Division: Book Three)

By Connie L. Smith

 

ISBN: ebook: 978-1-945910-23-4

 

Buy Links:

Amazon / Kobo

 

Blurb:

In the aftermath of the latest battle, the stakes are higher than ever before. Time’s hardly an ally to Nicholai’s army of paranormal soldiers. The Tomes remain hidden, and the clock is ticking for the Essenced poisoned with the demon’s incurable toxin.

Beyond those worries, magic might be vanishing—a twist that could insurmountably cripple the army’s capabilities prior to the war’s conclusion.

Never has the conflict felt so desperate, with danger escalating and hope disappearing with the slow drain of the hourglass.

Will the answers surface in time, or will the band of warriors fail to prevent the ruin of the world?

Excerpt:

His jaw ticked as he stood in silence, and after a quiet moment he shrugged in a helpless way. “I get you’re an alpha. I get you’re strong. But you don’t seem to understand that, when everything falls into place, not one bit of that matters to me.”

She blinked. “Huh?”

“I know you can take care of yourself,” he told her, “and you have no idea how much I appreciate that. You’re gonna need it to survive this.” Again, his jaw ticked. “But you’re still my girl, and I’m still gonna protect you.”

She laughed, surprised. “But there was nothing to protect me from. Yeah, there are some bruises, but he wasn’t intentionally pummeling me.”

With a wave of his left brow, he gave yet another headshake. “Jokes again.”

She sobered at his frustrated tone, and she genuinely tried to make sense of his complaint. Yes, she’d laughed, but she couldn’t help but find his reaction humorous. She fought with demons on a regular basis, and he thought she needed a knight in shining armor against a fellow soldier?

Or maybe he doesn’t think I need one, she soon grasped. Maybe he just needs me to let him be mine.

That thought gave her pause, and she smiled in sudden clarity. If the tables were turned, she’d want—no, need—to protect him and come to his aid so she could fight for him, and next to him.

“Okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh.” She sighed while gazing meaningfully at him. “But I do need you to know that I don’t need you to come to my rescue.”

“I do know that,” he agreed. “But I need you to know that I have to anyway.”

She laughed another time, though this one was saturated with affection. “We really are a stubborn couple.”

About the Author:

Connie L. Smith spends a decent amount of time with her mind wandering in fictional places. She reads too much, likes to bake, and might forever be sad that she doesn’t have fairy wings. And that she can’t swing dance. Much of her preferred music is severely outdated, and as an adult she’s kind of obsessed with Power Rangers. She has her BA from Northern Kentucky University in Speech Communication and History (she doesn’t totally get the connection either), and her MA in English and Creative Writing.

 

Websites:

Main Site: http://conniesmithbooks.weebly.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/clsmithbooks

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Connie-L.-Smith/e/B00E8969DG/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1474405833&sr=8-1

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7257320.Connie_L_Smith

Twitter: https://twitter.com/CLSmithbooks

Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/clsmithbooks/

Sewing/Quilting Blog: http://www.sewingmachinesplus.com/sewblog/author/conniesmith/

 

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