War: Cover Reveal, Description, and Teaser
Hi readers!
I'm so, so, SO excited to finally share the cover for War (The Four Horsemen #2), along with the description and a teaser! I'm still working on the novel, and I hope to have it out by April/May! From the looks of it, it's going to be a loooooong book. I have my word count bar on the right measuring my progress, and I think it's going to be well over 100,000 words. (I don't know why I can't seem to write a short book these days!)
Alright, onto the really fun stuff!
Cover reveal
Are you ready to meet War? Omg! I'm so giddy to share this one with you! Alright, here it is:
I am absolutely in love with it! The insanely talented Regina Wamba of Mae I Design designed it for me and she deserves all the props!
Description
Teaser
I'm so, so, SO excited to finally share the cover for War (The Four Horsemen #2), along with the description and a teaser! I'm still working on the novel, and I hope to have it out by April/May! From the looks of it, it's going to be a loooooong book. I have my word count bar on the right measuring my progress, and I think it's going to be well over 100,000 words. (I don't know why I can't seem to write a short book these days!)
Alright, onto the really fun stuff!
Cover reveal
Are you ready to meet War? Omg! I'm so giddy to share this one with you! Alright, here it is:
I am absolutely in love with it! The insanely talented Regina Wamba of Mae I Design designed it for me and she deserves all the props!
Description
They
came to earth—Pestilence, War, Famine, Death—four horsemen riding their
screaming steeds, racing to the corners of the world. Four horsemen with the
power to destroy all of humanity. They came to earth, and they came to end us
all.
The day Jerusalem falls, Miriam Elmahdy knows her
life is over. Houses are burning, the streets run red with blood, and a
traitorous army is massacring every last resident. There is no surviving this,
especially not once Miriam catches the eye of War himself. But when the massive
and terrifying horseman corners Miriam,
he calls her his wife, and instead of killing her, he takes her back to his camp.
Now Miriam faces a
terrifying future, one where she watches her world burn town by town, and the
one man responsible for it all is her seemingly indestructible “husband”. But
there’s another side to him, one that’s gentle and loving and dead set on
winning her over, and she might not be strong enough to resist.
However, if there’s
one thing Miriam has learned, it’s that love and war cannot coexist. And so she
must make the ultimate choice: surrender to War and watch humankind fall, or
sacrifice everything and stop him.
Teaser
I wake in War’s arms.
I know it before I open my eyes—even before I
fully shake off sleep. I’m far too warm, and I can feel his heavy limbs draped
all over me as I lay on my side. Still, when I blink my eyes open, I’m not
prepared for the reality of it.
My face is all but buried against his naked chest.
This close to him, all I can see are the crimson glow of his markings and
endless olive skin. How did this happen?
I glance down between us and—damnit, we’re on his
pallet, not mine, which means I
scooched over to him at some point in
the night, sacrificing my blankets for his thin mat and thick muscles.
My eyes travel up, past the column of his throat,
to what I can see of his face.
In sleep, War looks angelic—or, as I prefer,
angelically demonic. All his sharp features have been softened. He almost looks
… at peace. His jaw isn’t so firm, his lips seem more inviting, and now that I
can’t see his dark eyes, he’s not nearly so intimidating.
I stare at him for a long time before I remember
that I’m ogling a horseman of the apocalypse and I need to stop.
I also need to get out from under him, for that
matter. War’s leg is thrown over mine, and his arm is draped over my side,
hugging me to him.
With a little effort, I manage to slip one leg,
then the other, out from under his own. When I get to his arm, I try to push it
off of me—try being the operative
word.
My God, his arm weighs five billion kilos, and it is
not giving up its hold on me.
I twist a little with the effort. This ogre.
“Wife.”
I take a steadying breath. This is really what I
didn’t want. My eyes move to War’s. They’re open now, and so close I can see
those flecks of gold in them. There’s a hint of a smile on his lips and a deep
look of satisfaction.
“This is your fault,” I say.
He raises his eyebrows. “Is it?”
The horseman doesn’t bother pointing out that
we’re on his flimsy excuse of a bed, but he also hasn’t removed his arm.
Instead, his hand slides from my back to my ribcage, settling into the dip of
my waist. I can tell he’s mapping out the contours of my body. He must like
what he’s finding because he looks annoyingly pleased.
“Stay with me, Miriam,” he says. “Sleep in my
tent. Make your weapons. Argue with me.”
I search his face. Now that he’s awake, he’s back
to looking fierce. It makes it easier to say what I’m about to.
“No,” I say. “I’ll play along and let you call me
your wife, but I’m never going to
choose you of my own free will.”
War’s grip tightens against my waist. He pulls me
in close. “Do you want to know a truth, Miriam? Humans make proclamations all
the time. But their oaths are brittle and break with age. I’m not afraid of
yours, but you should be afraid of mine for I will tell you this: you are my
wife, you will surrender to me, and you will be mine in every sense of the word
before I’ve destroyed the last of this world.”