Pierced by Venom
Gia Adler had it all—a charmed life and her true love to share it with. But moments after she murmurs, “I do,” her ex-boyfriend delivers a lead wedding present into her new husband’s chest, leaving him in a coma and shattering her dreams.
Hell-bent on ruining her future, Gia’s psychotic ex-boyfriend then abducts her, transporting her to an underground world of destruction, drugs, and death. He’s no wicked witch and they’re in no enchanted forest. He’s evil incarnate and she’s submerged in hell-on-earth, a twisted thing of nasty nightmares.
Gia must fight for her happily-ever-after—and her true love—by facing down her ex and the demons of her past.
|Title||Pierced by Venom|
|Series||A Redeeming Cupid Novel #2|
|Release||February 14, 2017|
978-1-77127-900-0 coming soon
|Tags||Paranormal Romance, Greek Mythology, Cupid, Orpheus and Eurydice, Romance, soul mates, Greek gods, love|
Strong hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me close. The comforting scent of sandalwood and spice wrapped around me, reminding me that I was a different girl, that this was a different time, and that I was with a very different man. I leaned back into my husband’s arms, and allowed his touch, his presence to comfort me. “The photographer is ready for us.” Chris nibbled along my neck, but even that distraction couldn’t slow my off-to-the-races heart. “Who’s your friend?”
Chris knew about my biggest moment of rebellion and regret. He had touched my scars the day I had come home from the hospital, traced the raised skin with his fingers, and promised to make me forget. Chris would protect me from my off-color past. But I refused to allow past mistakes destroy our day.
He deserved to know that a psycho, hell bent on revenge, was free to torment us. But once I told him, my all-about-me-day would become all-about-my-mistake. Full of bad memories and fear and achy scars.
Chris couldn’t know about RJ. Not today.
“This is Maya.”
Her eyes flicked to mine, the question unspoken. Would I tell him? Would I do the right thing?
I begged for her silence with a pleading look. “An old friend from college. She wanted to say congratulations.”
“Nice to meet you.” Chris stuck out his hand, and she wiped her palm off on her skirt before shaking it. He secured his arm around my shoulder. “Well, I’m afraid I have to steal Gia away. I hope you enjoy yourself.”
“Bye, Maya,” I said before turning my back on both her and her warning.
Chris and I entered the small garden beside the church. Trees and flowers and the tinkling of water falling into a concrete fountain filled the small vestibule. Bees fluttered from blossom to blossom looking for pollen. A magical setting for our first picture as husband and wife.
The photographer positioned us under a flower-covered trellis. A fountain to our right and a tree with weeping branches to our left. He played with our arms like we were mannequins in a storefront display.
He picked up his camera and a sound—deafening, menacing, deadly—ripped through the air.
Chris jerked. His hand leaving mine. He fell to the ground. Head hitting the concrete with a ba-thud that vibrated through my soul. A new flower bloomed in the courtyard. A blood rose that blossomed on my husband’s chest.
One bullet took away all my safety and exploded my world.