Thursday, February 12, 2015
Spotlights Sing For Me by Gracie Madison
Sing For Me
Angels and Arias
Genre: New Adult Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Tika Lake Publishing LLC
Date of Publication: 1/21/2015
Number of pages: 325-350
Word Count: 84,000 Words
Cover Artist: Rebecca Berto
Madeline Noel fled war-torn Heaven to hide within the mortal world, but the blessing that could protect her from evil is the holy realm’s forbidden power.
As a talented soprano for the Eden Theatre Company, Madeline hides among prima donnas and tone-deaf flutists. Her perfect voice may entertain audiences, but a careless laugh may shatter glass, and her greatest scream can kill. To control her unrestrained voice, the angels forbid Madeline from embracing the emotions that strengthen her song. Anger. Fear.
The demon-hunter Damascus vows to defend Madeline from Hell’s relentless evil, but he cannot protect her from her own feelings. Though they deny their dangerous attraction, her guardian becomes her greatest temptation.
Surrendering to desire may awaken the gift suppressed within Madeline’s soul, and neither Heaven nor Hell will allow such absolute power to exist.
Singing while Veiled was a travesty. Her words might have mumbled, her vocal cords strained, and the warmth of her pitch muffled without the range and complexities she studied in the Realm.
She searched the bar and found him.
Damascus always listened—within the Realm or within a tiny bar with a tinny karaoke machine sputtering a melody.
And, for him, she’d sing forever.
The song blended between their voices, though Madeline’s warm harmony unintentionally overpowered Danielle’s tired lead. Usually, she wove caution within her notes. Prevented the beauty from striking each beat and bursting within the measures.
Her gaze strayed to the table. To him.
The blessing of chastity corrupted with a glance to the one listening so intently. The Realm created the Choirs to entertain all, and yet, Madeline meticulously sang each note for one being only. All her songs echoed only for him.
His attention forged a fire that sliced her body and razed every bit of her defenses in consecrated, dangerous heat. No alcohol was that intoxicating or that sensual.
She hummed over the notes, layering each word in sultry meter. An unintentional seduction molded from the very thoughts she fought to hide. The emotion trapped within her voice. Swelled. The feminine growl in her melody suppressed with her weakening resolve.
He’d hear her longing, and she wanted him to understand it.
The bar shifted and sighed. Hands brushed arms. Whispers passed in the shadows. Giggles yielded to hushed promises. Her song led them all. The power of her voice broke the inhibitions of even the sober cast and crew members. In the corner, a couple kissed despite the wedding rings on their fingers. A chorus girl hopped onto the bar while another woman embraced her.
A cool shudder teased her flesh with the prickle of forbidden goose bumps. Her voice wavered, but not from weakness. The secret delight caressed the music from her lips and presented the song to him like a soft kiss. The shadows of the room concealed what she could not. The heat touched her brow, and she flushed a damning pink.
It was time to stop. Before everyone in the pub abandoned modesty and gave into the one passion she created in them but never experienced for herself.
The music resonated within her, but she couldn’t steal her gaze from Damascus. Every moment only teased her with the promise of his song, the cadence of his breath, and the drumming of his need.
The song crescendoed.
Her body ached to feel the same.
But the music crackled and sizzled into silence. Madeline’s music lost in a shuddering gasp.
The song affected more than the mortals edging close to one and other, holding hands. Leaning into the shadows. Whispering. Touching.
Damascus’s steps thudded the very earth beneath his feet. The heat flared from his body. Or maybe her own. Music had never dizzied her so much.
He moved, drawn by the promise of the melody. A thrill cascaded through her, sobering and affirming all at once.
The warrior submitted to the maiden.
About the Author:
Gracie Madison would spend every day, all day writing…if it were socially acceptable. Ever since she was a little girl scribbling with a crayon, Gracie’s dedicated herself to her books and all the supernatural and paranormal, creepy and beautiful stories and characters born within the pages. Now Gracie is committed to finally sharing those books with the world. When the laptop is pried from her hands, Gracie is probably working her day job, rooting on the Steelers, or out with her husband searching for Pittsburgh’s best sushi.
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