Well, I’m literally locked away in a castle in Europe at the moment. Thick stone walls separate me from the lake and town beyond. It stormed last night; electricity zigzagged across the night sky and thunder rattled my barred window panes. I gazed out at the rest of the world and thought about the people who walked it five hundred years ago – when this castle was built.
Honestly, there is probably no better location for me as I see the release of the long-awaited second book in the Lost Angels series. Here, behind this cold stone on this misty morning, I feel the curse that belongs to Juliette. I sense the magic that is the second archess being released into the unsuspecting world.
Messenger’s Angel brings the reader to the fog-covered rolling hills of bonnie Caledonia. Is there a more ancient ground? Is there any fragment of Earth more baptized in blood than the highlands of Scotland? Has any sea but the North seen more crumbling castles, more Viking ships, more wistful gazes cast by selkies with long flowing wind-blown hair?
Bear witness to the archangel Samael’s charismatic and confusing machinations, fret for the hero as he goes up against an archangel with a literal taste for blood, lust for the archangel Gabriel as he seduces his tall, dark way into the heroine’s heart.
Smell the sea, feel the wind, sense the lightning about to strike. Pick up Messenger’s Angel – and taste the magic.