The Nephilim Warriors Series by K.A. Young Tour
Title- Prophecy Of The Female Warrior
Series- Nephilim Warriors Book # 1
By- K.A. Young
Genre- Mature Audiences 18+-Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Anna Wilkins is a prototypical housewife. She buys groceries, picks up the dry cleaning and hosts dinner parties.
Everything was picture perfect from the outside looking in until the life she was born to live collided with the life she was living. Her husband is murdered by a creature from another realm, a creature that is only visible to her. Through her pain, his death awakens a part of her she didn't know existed. She is then thrust into a life of Vampires, Werewolves and Sexy Nephilim Warriors.
Drawn to her by a bond as old as their race, a Nephilim Warrior finds Anna at her darkest hour and seeks to arouse what lies dormant within her. The scorching sexual attraction she and the Warrior feel for one another may be beyond anything either of them can control...
“Let’s spar, Torch.” I faced him with determination.
He threw his head back and laughed. “You think you’re strong enough to take me on now, do you?”
I knew I wasn’t stronger than he, but in learning to control my flame, I had gained the knowledge that I was faster. The warrior inside the flame gave me confidence as she became one with me.
“You’re not afraid, are you?” I winked at him and then walked over to the wall, taking two sparring sticks off the rack, and tossed one to Torch. I sauntered back over to him, swaying my hips.
I was becoming a confident woman a force to be reckoned with. Before he could respond, I attacked, setting up high before striking low with my rod. This was my first mistake. I should have waited for him to advance first, since he was bigger and stronger.
He deflected, attempting to take my legs out from under me, so I jumped high, my feet
almost reaching the top of his head before he landed a blow to my back. Pain radiated
down my spine, but I took it in; it was fuel to my fire.
I kept in mind the three basic rules of fighting: release energy, reserve energy, and regenerate energy. I roundhouse kicked and he stumbled backwards. I smiled. We fought for what felt like half an hour before he finally pinned me to the mat. I promptly pushed my breasts into his chest and moaned. As he pulled back, looking startled, I slowly reached down and unsheathed the dagger that I had strapped to the inside of my thigh then ran the hilt of the dagger across his neck.
“Dead,” I laughed as he rose off me. “Never underestimate the power of boobs, Torch.”
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Title-Destiny Of The Female Warrior
Series- Nephilim Warriors Book # 2
By- K.A. Young
Genre- Mature Audiences 18+-Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Nothing has ever come easily for the last female warrior of the Nephilim. Now that Anna has found her place in the world, she has much to learn about her new role as Queen. As the mating bond becomes clear, emotions run high as one of the sexy warriors must step aside while the other takes Anna as his Queen and assumes the throne.
It is a wild ride, as Anna must return to Georgia to deal with a vampire that is waging war on residents of her hometown. Luckily, she has her best friend/paired sorceress Elise around to keep things interesting. Anna struggles to find the perfect solution that would allow her to remain loyal to her past as well as honor the responsibility of her present.
He swerves off the dark road and into the trees, leaving the car running. He turns to face me for the first time since we were in the car. I lick my lips out of nervousness. His eyes lock onto my lips, letting me know that was a mistake. I shriek as he reaches across the seat, snatching me against his body and reclining his seat, all in one fluid motion. I am so stunned by his actions, I don't even resist. This is Torch, I keep telling myself, there has to be an explanation for his behavior. His eyes look funny, I hardly recognize them. My attempt at reasoning with myself stops when he begins devouring my mouth as he rubs himself against me while groaning loudly. He yanks up my skirt, ripping off my panties. I scream into his mouth, fighting him. I bite his lip just hard enough to break the skin, hoping to snap him out of this mindless frenzy, but the dumbass likes it. “Mmm, yeah, baby, I need—harder, bite me harder.” His mouth trails down my neck.
“Stop this, Torch! Dammit! You have to get hold of yourself or I’m going to stab your ass!” I pull out a blade, resting it against the side of his neck.
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Title- Blood Kiss
Series- Nephilim Warriors # 3
Genre-Mature Audiences 18+-Paranormal Romance/Urban Fantasy
Julie manages her life the best way she knows how, by waking up everyday and putting one foot in front of the other, along with a little help from modern medicine. Most days she holds things together pretty well; as the mother of twin toddlers and a wife to a husband she can barely stand she still manages to keep up appearances and paste a smile onto her face. Until dreams of a sexy vampire plague her nights leaving her panting when she wakes.
Julie begins to struggle with her own urges though she dare not admit aloud that she now has a taste for blood. She longs to indulge her desire by taking the vein of the vampire that makes her quake with need. How much longer can she keep the creature inside of her at bay? Only time will tell if Julie is strong enough to resist her darkest desire or if she even wants to try.
“I’m still having the dreams.” I sighed and smoothed out my high ponytail as I stared at the large floor plant in the corner of the office to avoid Dr. Weismann’s scrutinizing gaze. I could hear him rocking back in his large office chair, something he always did as he waited for me to continue, but this time I wasn’t planning to divulge anything further. I scrounged up the courage to make eye contact with my psychiatrist of the past five years.
“Julie,” he began as he peered over his reading glasses. “You are well aware that it is unwise to withhold information from me. How am I to help you if you don’t trust me enough to confide in me?”
He set his pad aside, and then folded his hands in his lap. He was attempting his silent chiding technique. In as much as he had studied me to learn my patterns, I was also a diligent student. This would only last three to five minutes, and then he would sigh and glance at the clock to evaluate how much time remained in our session, which would leave a whopping three minutes. I had timed my delivery perfectly; just enough time remained for him to write my prescriptions, but not enough time remained to delve into the issue. I kept my face blank of any expression as I watched him complete his ritual and tear off my prescription from his pad.
“All right, here are your prescriptions; it’s the usual two hundred milligrams of Zoloft, ten milligrams of Ambien, but I’m upping your dosage of Klonopin to one milligram. You should see a marked difference in your anxiety. I reached out to take the scripts from him when he pulled them back. “Julie, you and I have made a lot of progress these past few years. You mustn’t allow your insecurities to set us back a bit; you know can trust me.”
“I do trust you, Dr. Weismann, and I will discuss this with you when I am ready. I need a little time to process the dreams before I can talk about them. They’re… well, different than they used to be.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Different how?” I could tell he wanted to have this discussion now, but luckily, time would not allow us to continue.
I sighed, “I… I don’t know, they just are. Can I have my scripts now, I need to pick up the kids and get to the pharmacy, then the grocery store. I have a million things to do when I get home,” I pleaded with him to let this go.
He pressed the prescriptions into my open hand. “If you get shaky or have an extreme episode like you did last month, you take two Klonopin and have Bill call me. This is nothing to play around with, understand?”
I nodded and he opened the door. Thank the Lord God Almighty, I was out of there.
About the Author-
K.A. Young is a paranormal/ urban fantasy romance author that lives with her family in the South. She began writing because her mind was swimming with incredible stories that were begging to be told. Her love for reading began as a small child when she realized that a good book was an instant escape to a mystical land that could be reached anytime and from anyplace.
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