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Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Spirit Warrior by Ella J. Smyth


Spirit Warrior
Spirit Walker
Book Three
Ella J. Smyth

Genre: Urban Fantasy Romance

Publisher: Unapologetic Romances

Date of Publication: 26th August 2018

ISBN: 9781386686910

Number of pages: 299
Word Count: 65600

Cover Artist: CoverMe Designs

Tagline: A mighty spirit walker with a personal grudge, set to destroy them both.

Book Description:

Adi and Honi journey to Southern Oklahoma to meet Honi’s Mekui’te tribe at the reservation where he grew up. Honi’s infectious excitement almost erases Adi’s apprehension at meeting his family, and she’s desperate to make a good impression.

When Adi is met with silent hostility that gets worse rather than better, she realizes there may be more to the initial resistance Honi had warned her to expect.

Honi is confused and hurt by his family’s reaction, and by Adi’s increasingly strange behavior. She’s claiming the spirit animals of his tribe are diseased and sickly, but they look just fine to him. On top of that, when Adi meets Honi’s ex, Nina, her jealousy gets way out of hand, and threatens to drive them apart.

While mysterious forces manipulate and distort their realities, can Honi and Adi join forces to figure out what is happening before it’s too late and they are separated forever?

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Spirit Warrior – Excerpt, by Ella J. Smyth


When he opened his eyes again, it was still pitch dark. For a moment Honi panicked, his heartbeat increasing, and his breath coming faster. He stretched his hand out to the side, hoping to connect with Adi sleeping next to him. The bed was empty—Adi hadn’t returned yet.
He forced himself to calm down. There was no reason to panic. Even though his eyes couldn’t make out any shapes, power cuts weren’t rare in this area. That seemed to be the most likely explanation. There was a lamp outside the motel room window, and when he’d tried to fall asleep initially, the yellow glow had made it difficult. Now it was gone, and so was the green and blue flashing light off the busted motel sign.
Honi swung his legs out of bed. 
“I’m sure she’s fine,” he muttered. Ho’neo growled softly, bumping his head against Honi’s side.
He wasn’t particularly keen on walking barefoot on the ancient carpet. He stretched out his feet, feeling around as far as they would reach. But no matter how far he stretched, there was no sign of his shoes. He was sure they should have been right next to his bed, but maybe Adi had slipped into them when she’d gotten up. She sometimes did that, even though they were several sizes too large for her.
Finally he moved slowly, his arms outstretched, towards the door. After taking four or five shuffling steps, he stopped. He should have reached the door by now. He moved forward another three steps, and then stopped again. This was crazy. He moved his arms to the left and right, but there was nothing, not the chintzy floor lamp he remembered, not the nicotine-stained wall, nothing.
Honi squeezed his eyes shut and listened. He had never felt so alone in his life. There was no sound of traffic on the nearby road, or any of the everyday noises you would expect in a large motel. When he’d finally fallen asleep, there’d been a dripping tap, people talking outside, even the strains of country and western music carried on the breeze. Now the silence was so absolute that it pushed against his eardrums like cotton wool. Honi shivered and held himself tightly.
When he felt the pressure of a heavy body against his legs, he nearly screamed. He swallowed the sound, realizing it was only Ho’neo. He moved his hand to touch the wolf’s hard skull. Cold, giant teeth closed gently on his skin. Before he could react, Ho’neo tugged him insistently towards his left.
Honi didn’t argue. When the spirit wolf wanted him to do something, there was always a reason for it. Honi followed the gigantic animal through the room. Very soon the cheap, scratchy carpet under his feet changed. The surface turned softer and slightly damp. Honi stopped for a second to marvel at the grass under his feet, before Ho’neo pulled him further.
Something sounded nearby—first so quietly that Honi wasn’t sure he didn’t imagine it. Then it got louder until there was no mistaking the sound of somebody sobbing. Not wailing or crying out in pain. No, it was a male voice, crying quietly, as if he were afraid to be heard.
Honi followed the sound and soon reached the source of it. He said gently, so as not to scare him, “Hey, are you okay?”



About the Author:

Unapologetic Romances Because Love Needs No Excuses

Growing up in Germany, Ella always had a passion for myths and fairytales. No surprise then that she married an Irishman and lived 6 years in Ireland, the country of Leipreachán, Sidhe, Púca and other fascinating creatures. There's nothing like walking at night through a deserted laneway, fog swirling around your feet, knowing that maybe, just maybe, on the other side of the hedge, there might be some old lady in a black cloak waiting for you...

If you got the shivers right now, you know why Ella feels compelled to write stories around the supernatural and paranormal. There's nothing like a delicious shudder making you enjoy life just a little more... Plus she’s a romantic.

So look forward to modern romantic stories set against the background of ancient myths and legends. Ella hopes you enjoy reading them as much as she enjoys writing them!




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