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Title: Shattered Into Beautiful, A Surviving Soul Novel
Author: Mel Ballew
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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Synopsis
Her Magick is destined but true love forbidden.
After beautiful Sylver Kyllienne Brady meets death at the hands of her boyfriend, Roland Parks, she transcends into Summerland. There, she reunites with her mother and finds her soulmate, Zander. Pulled back to the earthly plane, she must embark on a journey of discovery. She uncovers a truth. She is the descendent of a long lineage of powerful Witches. She must learn to control her power, protect the family’s Amulet and Book of Shadows. Sylver has no idea what awaits her. And, this is only part of her discovery.
Lives unravel as secrets are discovered and mysteries unfold.
Everything changes when she meets Zander Emmett –a vampire. Zander is gorgeous, exotic, sexy and unbelievably wealthy. He is also the one person a witch, such as Sylver, must avoid. Their love is forbidden but their souls draw them together like a magnet. Their bodies ignite, passion soars and their souls are left discovering, not only each other, but their destiny. His life holds secrets and enticing mysteries of his own that propel the parallels of their worlds to climaxing heights.
Will their colliding worlds separate them? Will Sylver embrace her destiny? Will realizing what is expected of her and falling soul-fully in love with Zander - the vampire she is forbidden to love, just leave her breathless?
Or, will she forever be Shattered Into Beautiful?
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I am his Light.
He is my Dark.
Together, as one, we are an equal balance. Positive and negative energies collide. A
beautiful equilibrium created by the Universe.
One witch.
One vampire.
We are a swinging pendulum, two souls made whole —as one, amalgamating our worlds.
No longer afraid, I straighten. I walk over to Zander and take his hand in mine. I glance at him. With fingers entwined, our souls rendezvous, and part of the mystery between us is unveiled. My eyes shift to the figure standing among the trees. I glare. I look at Zander; he looks at me. Together, we look at him.
Emeralds and sapphires lock with fire-red rubies. Seconds are too long to decipher
clearly the amount of time before he vanishes. Less than one split second, then he evaporated into the night, swallowed by the Dark governing him.
Magick unfurls in a moonlit night.
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Excerpt #3
Abruptly, his entire demeanor changes. He has already carried me through his front door and put me down on the tiled floor just inside his threshold. He is distant, colder and more standoffish. I know he can hear my blood rushing through my veins. I cannot make it stop — cannot slow it down.
Our eyes meet; his are rigid, icier. Instantly, I am fully aware he is combating every natural animalistic urge within himself demanding that he seize me, feed from me and possess me, taking my blood. I tense. Mysteriously, and as crazy as it may be, there is another part of me that is absolutely fucking aroused by this. I step toward him, gently allowing myself to inch to him. His face has hardened. His posture is stiff. Every single rational sense in me is screaming at me to run out of this door. I cannot.
“Zander...” I start to speak at the same time as his eyes close. In one fleeting moment, before I have the opportunity to steady by breathing, they hastily snap open. Amber reds stare at me, replacing the dazzling greens. I find myself wanting to surrender the first time my blues locked with his. I freeze, inhaling a swift breath. “Kitten. You need to step away. I’m struggling to maintain control and right now, I want to shatter you. I want to devour you. I want to own you. Your blood is pulsing.” Thump...Thump...Thump. “It’s inviting me, summoning me. Please, Sylver, please, just do us both a favor and step away. Leave. Let me call you a cab but walk away from me before I do something we will both regret. I’m sorry, I should have known better. I should have stayed away. I should have known I wouldn’t be able to control myself around you. I have waited way too long to find you —to feel you. The longing, the waiting, the need of you has overpowered my senses.”
His plea goes unanswered as I place my petite hand upon his cheek, affectionately reassuring him. I reply, “Zander, I am already shattered. You cannot break what is already broken. You may be the reason my blood is pulsing but it is me that is inviting you. My body invites you. My heart beats increase for you. My soul longs for you. Please, Z, please do not push me away. Life is too short to live with regrets. I do not want to fall asleep tonight or awake in the morning and regret having walked away. Do not ask that of me...not now. Not after all this time,” I look up at him, giving the windows to my soul earnest permission to command him, convince him and starve the beast within him. I am not scared. I’m not. I reckon I should be.
Author Bio
Mel Ballew resides in rural Pennsylvania with her husband and daughter, along with their two adorable cats. An avid reader, she has always had an equal passion for writing and has written her entire life, to date. Her mother initially birthed, inspired, and encouraged these loves. The two often discussed writing together but unfortunately, that dream never came to fruition. Years later, this happened, that happened—life happened. She stepped away from writing to place more focus on being wife and a full-time mom. Today, she would not have changed a thing. The day her daughter was born became the first day she realized a significant rhythm to her heart was also born. Her daughter, now preparing to go off to college, has grown into a beautiful and responsible young adult. A twisted turn of events in September 2009 left Mel unable to work outside of the home. Forced to consider other options, and while embracing a therapeutic approach of transcribing all of the challenges facing her, post-accident, she returned to journaling. Once again, the writer within her has been re-birthed—awakened from slumber. Mel is a hopeless romantic. Blessed, she has her very own soul mate, which she calls husband, best friend, and lover. She is a simple country gal, with a profound love of true simplicity. She is just as hopeless in her love of nature and regards many of her writing aspirations to appreciating its beauty, although every single story is birthed from her dreams. Sometimes, in life, simply enjoying a chilled glass of sangria on a warm summer’s eve or indulging in her love of chocolate and peanut butter is an expression of enjoying such simplicity. For her, these moments are truly d’vine.
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