A Reaper Made by Liz Long - Release Day Launch

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A Reaper Made 

Release Date: October 30, 2014

Genre: New Adult, Paranormal, Fantasy

 

Grace had finally gotten used to her new afterlife as a “Made” – a
Reaper who used to be human. When Made Reapers and souls begin
disappearing, however, Grace and her mentor Tully suspect demons.
Grace’s worst fears are confirmed when her living family is threatened.

She’ll have to break every rule in the Reaper book to save them,
including using a little magic to become temporarily human. With the
help of Tully and her witchy friend Tessa, Grace goes undercover to save
the fates of kidnapped souls – only to discover that demons aren’t
working alone. Betrayal and distrust runs deep and Grace discovers that
sometimes even Reapers are prone to humanity. 

   

Does this book not sound AMAZING? I'll let you in on a little secret, it is! Here's a bit about our author, Liz Long:

About the Author:

Liz Long is a ridiculously proud graduate
of Longwood University with a BA in English. Her inspiration comes from
action and thriller genres and she spends entirely too much time
watching superhero movies. Her fabulous day job as a social media editor
includes writing for a publishing company in Roanoke, VA.

Her first book, Gifted, is the first book
in the Donovan Circus series, where superpowers meets the circus. Burned
is the second adventure. Her standalone book Witch Hearts, is a story
about a serial killer hunting witches for their powers. All titles are
available at Amazon on Kindle and paperback, Barnes & Noble for
Nook, and iBooks.

Find Liz Online

Website  I  Facebook  I  Twitter  I  Amazon Author Page

Excerpt

A REAPER MADE – CHAPTER 1

The old woman in the hospital bed took in a ragged sigh that sounded
like a struggle. She looked around the room, to the bouquet of
wildflowers that sat in a plastic jar at the foot of her bed. Then her
watery blue eyes focused in on me, sitting in the chair next to her. I
sat up, leaned in to take her wrinkled hand in my smooth one.

“Who are you?” she asked, her tone fearful.

“I think you already know the answer to that, Anna,” I said, keeping
my voice low and smooth. No need to further frighten them before they
passed on.

“An angel?”

I shook my head, a curtain of dark hair swaying with the motion. She swallowed hard.

“You’re Death.”

“Not quite. More like an escort.”

“A R-reaper.”

Many humans knew us by name, but it still surprised me when they came
out and said it. I nodded, a slow movement to prevent her from
panicking. Everyone feared dying. It was my job to help them transition.

Anna looked to the closed door and back to me. “You…can anyone else see you?”

“When I want them to, yes. Right now, however, it’s just you and me.”

The old woman blinked hard and when she opened them again, a single
tear streaked down her cheek. I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Anna, it’s all right. You’re moving on.”

“To where?”

I shook my head. “I can’t answer that. No one can. You must discover it for yourself.”

Anna withdrew her trembling hand from mine, put it over her heart. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“I wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”

“What about my family? My daughter, my grandchildren? Can I say goodbye?”

“You saw them this morning, don’t you remember?”

Confusion crossed her face. Anna had been struggling with dementia in
addition to her illness, but I knew to be patient. It was in the job
description. When she still didn’t speak, I prodded a little.

“Anna, it’s time.”

She gave me another scared look. “Will it hurt?”

“No,” I assured her. “All you need to do is close your eyes and relax.”

Anna appeared to consider her options, her grip tightening on the
thin sheets. She sucked in a deep breath, wincing at the rattle in her
lungs. Then she steeled herself, looked at me and nodded. “Okay. I’m
ready.”

I gave her a warm smile and put my hands on hers. “Close your eyes.”

She did as instructed, the scared look on her face fading as she
relaxed into the bed. I sent warmth from my hands to hers, waited for
her soul to disengage from her physical body. After maybe ten seconds, I
felt a shift in Anna. A sigh escaped her, the air leaving her withering
lungs and decaying body. Keeping my hands on hers, I stood and waited.

Then Anna’s spirit came forward, her hand in mine as she lifted
herself from the physical plane. Without problem, Anna stood tall next
to me, looking younger than she had in years. Her body may have been old
and weathered, but her soul, as like most others, appeared younger,
vibrant. Most of the older souls, once out of the body that held them
back, were happy to feel alive again. It was one of my favorite things
about the job, to see the light shine in their eyes after years of aging
and physical pain.

Anna gripped my hand, looked back to her body lying peacefully on the
bed. She gave me a relieved look. “You were right, that didn’t hurt at
all.”

“I’m glad,” I told her with a smile. “Do you want to say goodbye?”

“To that old thing?” she said, waving her hand at her wrinkled body.
“I suppose I should, but now that I’m out, all I can think about is the
next step.”

“Not unusual,” I said, the corners of my mouth turning upward. Now
that Anna was free, the spunk she’d had in her youth returned. I
motioned my head towards the door. “Come. Walk with me.”

She didn’t let go of my hand as we walked through the door and out
into the hallway. No one so much as blinked at us as we wandered. At
first, Anna tried to skirt around obstacles and people, before she
realized she went right through them. Before we’d even reached the end
of the hallway, she was practically skipping.

“I haven’t felt this good in years,” she said. “Do you think I’ll reunite with my husband?”

“I can’t answer that for certain, but he’ll know you’re coming. He’ll find you if he can.”

“He used to say he’d follow me anywhere. I’ve missed him so much.”
She smiled at the memory, then paused as though realizing something. She
turned to me. “What is your name?”

“Grace.”

“Grace,” she repeated. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure. Would you like to continue walking or do you think you’re ready?”

Anxiety flashed across Anna’s face before she swallowed hard and nodded. “I think…I think I’m ready to go.”

I squeezed her hand. “May you find peace in your afterlife.”

A warm breeze swept through the hallway, though the living continued
as though nothing were happening. The wind found us, circled around and
played with my and Anna’s hair. I let go of her hand and took a step
back as Anna looked around.

“Am I supposed to walk into the light?” she asked.

I couldn’t help but smile at the question; it seemed like everyone
always asked. I shook my head. “There are no bright lights. It’s okay –
take a deep breath and be patient.”

Souls didn’t need to breathe, but I always saw them do it before they
moved on. It seemed to calm them down as it would’ve had they been in
their human bodies. Old habits died hard, I supposed, but if that helped
them feel better, I saw no need to point it out.

The breeze picked up, turned into an unseen tornado that swirled
around Anna. Her hair went in every direction but her posture stayed
still. As she closed her eyes, I saw a smile grow on her face. Then the
wind took her, and Anna’s soul faded away in front of my eyes. Warmth
grew in my chest, as it usually did with each peaceful passing, and I
smiled briefly before turning back into the retirement home to find the
next soul.

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