“Midnight Dawn straps you in from the beginning and whisks you away on an emotional, breath-taking ride of romance, fantasy, and good vs. evil. It’s magic.” –Naima Simone, author of the SECRETS AND SINS series
Midnight Dawn (The Mortal Machine #2)
Release Date: August 4th, 2014
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, Embrace Imprint
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Back of the book:
Her soul remembers his touch, even if she doesn’t.
With only three days until the wraith king turns the earth into an all-you-can-eat buffet, Addison Beckett is forced to enlist brooding sentinel Asher Green’s help to unlock the Mortal Machine. According to the founder, all she has to do is find the sanctuary—the same sanctuary she can’t remember because Asher erased her memories.
Trying to save humanity while navigating Asher’s lies is a royal pain. But the more time she and Asher spend together, the harder her soul tries to remind her what else he’s made her forget—that he loves her, wants her, needs her.
When she’s trapped by the wraith king and forced to pick who will stand by her in the coming battle, Addison is faced with an impossible choice: the sentinel she loves who refuses to love her back, or a powerful stranger who insists they’re meant to be together. Her decision will determine the fate of humanity, and once decided, can’t be undone.
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Whoa! Here’s a deleted scene just for you guys!!!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This scene was originally part of chapter 10, but alas, it didn’t fit into the final version. Remy and Addison are in the infirmary while he re-stitches her stab wound, and they’re discussing Asher.
“How can I do fix Asher when the very thought of touching me gives the guy the heebs?” I asked. “He’s barely looked at me since I got stabbed. Kind of hard to have a meaningful conversation with his ear.”
Remy glanced toward the door and concentrated on prodding my bandage again. Really low, he said, “Catch him when he think you not looking. See what I see.”
A roar of WTH went through my head. “What are you saying?”
“What are you saying about what?” Asher blew into the room like a category 5 hurricane. He’d changed his shirt. Probably got a wrinkle in the other one while wrestling with the Colonel. Couldn’t have that, oh no. Why did he have to wear blue? His eyes were always on the north side of wow, but put more blue on him, and the sight of them sucked all the sense out of my head and made me wonder if I should check for drool. How much more mental could I get? Probably not a good question for me to ask after recent events.
“Nothing,” Remy and I blurted at once. Guilty, who us?
“What doing here?” Remy asked with a curl to his lip, and the tension in the room grew into a snarling beast. “Get lost ‘till I finish up here. You don’ want to be here while I holding sharp things.”
“Are you threatening me, sentinel?” Asher drew up his fists and edged closer. “Remember who you’re talking to. Why don’t you leave and let me take care of the Architect?”
Remy gave a scoffing laugh. “Because you so good at that. And I see real clear now who I talking to, and he a stupid ass I wouldn’t follow out of a burning building right now. Addy my boss, and I do what she say. You got a problem with that, you can piss off.”
I might have laughed if his sarcastic tone wasn’t full of bitch slaps. I glanced back and forth between them, at Asher’s bruise that had turned the skin under his left eye almost black and the aggressive heat coming off King Kong. “Will someone tell me what’s going on between you two?” I asked. Staring at Remy, who squirmed and looked away, I frowned. “Did you clock Asher in the face? Ah, shit, did you tell him?” I’d asked Remy to have a look at my memories so I could figure out why there were so many foggy patches in there.
“Tell me what?” Asher asked through set teeth.
Crap. “Nothing. Why are you two chewing at each other? We’re kind of fighting a war here and don’t have time for this macho crap.”
“A simple disagreement between gentlemen,” Asher said. “Remy needs to keep his nose in his own business.”
Gentlemen, ha! Remy might have been one, but Asher was about as far from it as someone could get. “A disagreement about what?” I asked.
After a few visual razor blades passed between them, Remy said, “Nothing you need worry about. My brah and I hash it out later when thing calm down a little, yeah?”
Asher shook his head. “No, you’ll shut your mouth and let me do my job. Now, what were you two talking about when I came into the room?”
“None of your business,” I said, hating not knowing what their beef was and if it had something to do with me and what Remy may or may not have seen in my swiss cheese mind since I hadn’t gotten around to asking yet. Or, rather, my inner chicken wanted no part of.
“Our feisty little kolohe here ask if we get all the wraith last night, and I tell her all but one far as we know,” Remy said.
“Wait, what?” I blurted. “You both went back out hunting without me? Dammit, Asher, you’re not supposed to go without me. Why are you still trying to cut me out of this? Because I’m fine, totally normal and can take care of myself.” No, I didn’t sound desperate. Why didn’t I just slap a sign on my forehead that said I was keeping something big from him? I sat up, regretted it a second later when pain took a dive through me. “Ouch.”
“Oh yeah, you’re in such fine form right now,” Asher said, jabbing a finger at me. “Lay down before I—”
“Yeah, yeah, before you lay me down. God, you are like a broken record.” I lay down, offering him a snarky smile. “Happy? Oh right, you’re never happy.” What Remy had said festered in me, that Asher needed healing—I wondered if he still thought that after having punched him in the face. I pretty much knew that already, but I still didn’t know what to do about it. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so snippy with him, but he ripped off my civilized front and brought out my inner beast.
“Be still now, kolohe.” Remy came at me with a syringe roughly the size of a telephone pole, grinning at whatever horrified expression I had on my face. “Just a little prick and you feel betta, yeah?”
Asher was a little prick, and he never made me feel better. Ashamed for having thought that, I swallowed a few times to keep the queasiness inside from making it outside. “Do you really have to do that?”
Asher made a small sound, but by the time I pointed my stare at him, he’d taken great interest in the cabinet along the wall. It was all good, though. I didn’t need to see him roll his eyes at me again.
“You rather I stitch you without freezing?” Humor added a rich tone to Remy’s voice.
I groaned and thrust my head back into the pillow. “Why do you enjoy torturing me so much? Maybe you can just give me a good right hook and knock me out.”
“I give you a good hook, and I break your delicate neck. Just close those pretty eyes, and I make it quick.”
Smiling, I said, “Flattery will get you nowhere with me, bub.”
I jumped at the sound rumbling out of the corner. Did Asher just…growl? When I searched him out where he’d gone to sulk by the door, Remy impaled me.
“Ouch, that freakin’ hurt!”
“I don’ feel a thing.” Remy finished injecting the cold stuff that began to deaden the pain.
“Better than a dumb ass. Now, I stitch.”
Breaths heaved in and out of my nose. “Oh, hell, do I really have to be awake for this?”
“Brah,” Remy said, “may you make youself useful and talk to our kolohe, distract her, yeah?”
My hand wanted to reach for my sensei, but I made a fist in the sheets. Asher glared at the floor as if it had just kicked him in the jewels. Arms straight at his sides, he made two stiff steps toward me before returning to the door. “I’ll get Sophia.”
My heart tripped. “Sophia’s busy. Just forget it and go away.” I met Remy’s eyes, and even though his face was carefully blank, anger stared back at me. “I’m fine. Just do it.”
About Jocelyn Adams:
Jocelyn is an office grunt by day and creator of romance and adventure by night. Born a farmer’s daughter with a vivid imagination, she spent her childhood dreaming up stories. With no formal training, she relied on the honest feedback of her writing group to take her from that first short story all the way to THE END of her first novel. She now has five published novels and has recently signed a 3-book deal with Entangled Publishing. When she isn’t slinging words, you can find her shooting her bow or enjoying the serenity of family life in her little house in the woods.