Wednesday, 17 May 2017

Release Day: Beyond the Hope by @CLSmithbooks #YA #paranormal #romance

Beyond the Hope
(The Division: Book Three)
By Connie L. Smith

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

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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?


She couldn’t deny that their story might soon end, but his promise of a lifetime sounded much better. So she nodded, clung to that vow, and closed her eyes. “We’ll survive this. But in case we don’t—”
“We will,” he countered.
“It’d still be worth it if we didn’t,” she insisted. “Demons can’t take over the world. But if we do die… Julius, you… I… We…”
“Sweetheart?” he interrupted with a tender smile. “I know. But we’re surviving. We’ll be stealthy. Like pirates.”
She sniffled. “Ninjas.”
He furrowed his brow and leaned back from her. “Ninjas?”
She rolled her tear-filled eyes, loving that he knew her well enough to let the conversation go in such a random direction. That distraction and the carefree banter were exactly what she needed in that moment.
“Yeah,” she said. “Ninjas. Pirates are riotous, which isn’t very stealthy. Even if they weren’t, ninjas are more awesome than pirates.”
He playfully narrowed his gaze. “We might have to break up now.”
“You can’t seriously think the other way. There aren’t giant, talking pirate turtles.” She wrinkled her nose and sighed. “Really, Julius. It’s just about considering the facts.”
He stared at her for several seconds until he finally laughed. “You really are crazy.” But we’ll have to continue this some other time. Your crystal’s almost ready.”

Glancing down at it, she tensed because of the nearness of their upcoming task, but forced herself to think on the good possibilities in front of her. “The war’s almost over. Our friends will be safe. Roxie will be safe.” Then she let her attention travel across the remainder of the hidden room, and a small smile formed on her lips.

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.


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