Title: Through The Veil (The Aisling Chronicles, #1)
Author: Colleen Halverson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: February 22, 2016
Elizabeth Tanner is no Tinkerbell, and her life is no fairy tale. Broke and drowning in student loans, the one thing she wants more than anything is a scholarship from the Trinity Foundation. But after the ancient Irish text she’s studying turns out to be more than just a book, she becomes their prisoner instead. And when Trinity reveals Elizabeth is half-Fae, she finds herself at the center of a plot to save the magical races of Ireland from a brutal civil war.
As Commander of Trinity’s elite warriors, Finn O’Connell isn’t used to having his authority challenged. He doesn’t know whether to punish or protect the infuriating young woman in his custody. When he discovers the Dark Fae want to use Elizabeth’s abilities to control the source of all power in the universe, he’ll risk everything to help her.
At the mercy of Trinity and enslaved to the Dark Fae, Elizabeth finds herself alone on the wrong side of an Irish myth thousands of years in the making. Refusing to be a pawn in their game, Elizabeth has to fight her way back to the man she loves, but to do so, she must wage her own war against the magic that binds her.
THROUGH THE VEIL will be available February 22nd 2016 through Entangled Publishing.
Book 1 of the Aisling Chronicles Series
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It happened so fast, I barely had time to breathe. One moment I was standing in front of Finn and the next moment his hands gripped my shoulders, his lips pressed against mine. The blood rushed in my ears, and my heart pounded as he deepened the kiss. Every nerve in my body fired with desire as he drew me closer. I sank in to him for a brief second, letting the heat of his skin draw me in, but then I remembered who he was, his oaths, his allegiances.
With a cry of protest, I wrenched myself free, panting and heaving, trying to ignore the hot ache settling in my abdomen. God, I wanted him. Stupid Elizabeth. Stupid.
He stared at me in shock, his fingers on his lips, as if he wasn’t quite sure what had just happened.
I took that moment of confusion to swing my hand around and slap!
His head jerked back, and a palm print bloomed bright on his cheek.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He took a deep breath and paced the room. “I-I’m sorry,” Finn stammered, straightening his jacket and retreating to the door. “I don’t know what came over me, I—”
“You should really ask first, you know?” I bit my bottom lip. In spite of the stinging sensation in my hand, a part of me felt drawn to Finn, a hot, spellbinding gravity luring me to him. I took a step forward.
“I’m sorry.” Finn fumbled with the doorknob. “I’ve made a horrible error in judgment. Please forgive me.”
I snorted. “You know, if kissing me is so terrible, why do you keep doing it?”
Finn whirled around. “That’s not what I mean, Elizabeth. Your kiss is…perfect. You’re beautiful, you’re…”
I took two steps forward, caging him in. “Then what is it?”
Finn’s warm breath brushed my cheek. “I can’t…I can’t control myself around you,” he said in a strained voice.
“Is that what you want?” I raised my eyes to meet his dark gaze. “Control?” I traced my fingers against the back of his neck, my hands seeking his scalp. Finn’s body relaxed, his invisible armor crumbling beneath my touch. Heat emanated from his body as I moved in closer.
“Elizabeth,” he said. “We shouldn’t.” But his voice was soft, and his lips brushed my ear, and I tangled my hands in his hair, silky strands running through my fingers.
“Kiss me,” I whispered against his jaw.
I pushed my hips against him, and he groaned low in his throat.
“Ye—” But I didn’t even finish the word as his mouth covered mine, hot, wet, and hungry. His arms slid down, and he grabbed my waist, his fingers traveling down the whispering green silk until he pulled my hips against him. His tongue darted between my teeth, shifting his weight so I could feel his desire through his trousers.
“Oh, God, you’re not…you’re not dead inside…” I said, my fingers grasping onto his suit jacket.
“Do you feel that?” He thrust again. I gasped, my knees growing weak until I thought I would collapse to the floor.
About The Author
As a child, Colleen Halverson used to play in the woods imagining worlds and telling stories to herself. Growing up on military bases, she found solace in her local library and later decided to make a living sharing the wonders of literature to poor, unsuspecting college freshman. After backpacking through Ireland and singing in a traditional Irish music band, she earned a PhD in English with a specialization in Irish literature. When she’s not making up stories or teaching, she can be found hiking the rolling hills of the Driftless area of Wisconsin with her husband and two children.
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