The Forbidden Series
by Samantha Sommersby
Date of Publication: December
1st 2016
Publisher: All
Romance eBooks
Cover Artist: Erin
Dameron Hill
Genre: Paranormal Romance
The Sacrifice
The Forbidden Series, #1
by Samantha Sommersby
There's a fine line between mysticism
and madness. . . one they must cross to win.
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London psychiatrist Wesley Atherton is a man
of science. He doesn't believe in love at first sight, but he’s inexplicably
drawn to a green-eyed American beauty he bumps into on the Tube. Just his luck
that Katherine, a fashion design intern, has an engagement ring on her finger.
Wes knows a thing or two about people,
though. Instinct tells him there's something more than irresistible temptation
behind their attraction. She doesn't love her fiancé, he's sure of it—now if
only he can convince her they're meant to be together.
Surviving a deadly train wreck is the first
sign his intuition is spot on. The second: a psychic who warns them the Reaper
doesn't like to be cheated out of its quarry. The situation defies all logic,
but a string of strange and lethal events convinces Wes that he and Katherine
are living on borrowed time. Pitted in a battle against death itself, Wes will
do anything, make any sacrifice, to protect the woman he loves.
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I felt myself flying backward. It
happened in the blink of an eye. One second I was on top of the world, the next
plunged into darkness, surrounded by the sounds of metal scraping against
metal, shattering glass and terrified screams—one of them my own.
The railway car I was on had jumped
the tracks. It was skidding sideways, momentum causing it to careen out of
control. In the dim tunnel light I caught a glimpse of the rapidly approaching
wall. The car crashing into it sounded like an explosion.
Then, just as suddenly as it had
started, it ended. For a moment it seemed the earth stood still. Silent. I was
wedged on the floor between two seats, my left arm and shoulder throbbing in
pain. Using only my right arm, I reached for the seat in front of me and pulled
myself up to a standing position. Without a moment’s hesitation, I reached into
my pocket for my lighter and struck a flame.
The air was thick with dust and debris
that stung my eyes and filled my nose. I waved my hand in front of my face in
an attempt to clear it. Squinting into the darkness, I called out for the woman
who’d been in my arms just seconds earlier.
“Katherine?”
I spied her lying on the floor; she
appeared unconscious. On impact she’d been thrown clear across the aisle.
“Katherine!”
She didn’t respond. I fell to my knees
alongside her. Reaching out with a shaky hand, I offered up a silent prayer
before checking for a pulse. Thankfully, she still had one and it was strong,
steady.
I guided the light over Katherine’s
body, assessing her injuries. The butane burned and as seconds ticked away, the
outer casing of the silver lighter became increasingly hot. Just as I noticed a
tiny rivulet of blood seeping from her left ear, I dropped it.
“Bugger!”
The blood concerned me. The fact that
she was unconscious concerned me even more. I pushed down the rising feeling of
panic, then methodically began to search the area in front of me for the
lighter. Within a few seconds I’d found it and was able to illuminate her face.
“Katherine, love, open your eyes.”
Still no response.
“Henry? Where are you?”
It was the elderly woman Katherine and
I had been sitting across from just minutes ago. It had been after midnight
when we’d pulled out of the Mornington Crescent Tube station. There were only
five of us in the car, Katherine and me, the elderly woman and her husband and
a young man.
I stood and held the light out behind
me, in the direction where the young man had been. I heard a cough and seconds
later he emerged, stumbling down the aisle through the rubble and awkwardly
stepping over a section of twisted metal frame.
“Is she okay?”
I remembered seeing the young man
nursing a bottle in a paper bag as he boarded. He was obviously pissed,
unsteady on his feet.
“I’m trying to find out. I need your
help. Are you hurt?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
“I’m Wes. What’s your name?”
“Mark.”
“Mark, I need you to help me. I’ve
been injured.” I was suddenly acutely aware of the pain in my left shoulder. “I
need for you to do as I say. Do you have a set of keys?”
“Yeah.”
I handed him the lighter, then leaned
over and opened one of Katherine’s eyelids. “I’m a doctor,” I explained. “Move
the light up here, in front of her eyes.”
With some relief I saw that
Katherine’s pupils were dilated, and although they were non-focal, they were
still reactive to light.
I ran my hand over her hair. “Stay
with me now. We’ll get you out of here,” I assured her before turning back to
Mark.
“Remove her shoes. We need to check
her motor response. That’s it. Now, firmly run the key up the length of her
foot.”
For a second I held my breath.
“Like this?”
Katherine’s foot retracted.
“Thank God!” I whispered. She’d
clearly felt it.
“So she’s okay?”
“Not by a long shot. But it could be
worse. Much worse.”
“What’s wrong with her?”
“Head injury. She’s had a bleed, I
think. We’ve got to get her to a hospital.”
“Somebody help me. Henry?” It was the
elderly woman again and she sounded short of breath.
I leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on
Katherine’s forehead, then whispered, “Wait for me, love. I’ll be right back.”
My coat was crumpled under one of the
nearby orange seats and I reached for it.
“Help me get this over her.”
“What’s wrong with your arm?”
“It’s nothing.” I climbed to my feet.
“Do you have a signal?” I asked,
pulling my own mobile out of my pocket.
“No. You?”
“No. Let’s check on the others.”
Mark went first, holding the lighter
out in front to show the way. First we reached Henry. He’d also been thrown
across the carriage on impact, only his head had struck the window and
shattered the glass. The scene was gruesome. The lighter went out, once again
plunging us into darkness. I was almost grateful.
“Sorry,” Mark apologized. He relit the
flame, now holding the outside of the lighter with a bandanna he’d retrieved
from his pocket. “The casing’s hot.”
Mark turned his head away from the
dormant body. I couldn’t blame him. The man’s face was covered with blood; his
neck had been partially severed by a section of glass. He was gone.
“Is he dead?”
“Dead?” The woman began to franticly
call out for her husband. “Henry? Henry!”
I quickly crossed the aisle and
crouched down next to her. “What’s your name, love?”
“Margaret.” She was struggling for
breath. “Where’s Henry?”
“Margaret, I’m a doctor. I’m going to
try to help you. Are you hurt?”
“My arm. And my chest. It feels like
something might have fallen on top of me. Where’s Henry?” Her breaths were
becoming more labored. “Henry!”
There was nothing on top of her chest.
I checked her pulse. “I want you to calm down for me now. You’re heart’s
beating like a humming bird. Do you have a heart condition? Do you take any
medicines?”
“He’s dead, isn’t he?” Margaret looked
me right in the eye. “Tell me!”
Before I could respond, the old woman
gasped in pain and clutched her chest.
“What’s going on?” Mark sounded
panicked. “Is she dead, too?”
Things were going downhill fast. If we
didn’t act quickly, we were going to lose her. I bent over and placed my face
next to Margaret’s.
“She’s not breathing and I’ve lost her
pulse.”
“Fuck!”
“Could be just a heart attack, but she
was struggling for breath earlier. Could be an injury to the chest wall, or a
collapsed lung, maybe an embolism. I’m a psychiatrist, for Christ’s sake. It’s
been years since I’ve done this sort of thing and my left arm is useless!
You’re gonna have to help.”
“Help do what?”
“Save her. Come over and sit by me.
Give me your hand. I’ll guide the chest compressions.”
Mark dropped the lighter on the floor.
“Damn it!”
“Leave it! Look, we don’t have a lot
of bloody time here. We need to open her airway. I want you to place your hand
under her neck to tilt her head back and then pinch her nose, move her chin
forward, and give her two breaths. Got it?”
There were a few scattered lights
lining the left wall of the tunnel. My eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness
and I could now see the outline of the woman.
“What if I do it wrong?”
“Do it!”
He did, then I leaned over the woman
again to assess her breathing. Nothing. I reached for Mark’s hand and placed it
beneath mine on her chest.
“We’re going to do chest compressions.
Not too much force. Fifteen times. Ready? One, two, three, four,” I counted.
There was an audible crack. I felt Mark begin to pull back.
“I can’t do this.” He sounded as if he
were about to cry.
“It’s just a rib. Not so much force.
Keep going all the way to fifteen. That’s it. Now, breathe twice!”
We continued the cycle six times with
no response.
“It’s not working!”
He was right. For the first time in
ages I felt incompetent. I’d been of no more use to Margaret than the pissed
boy had been. I reached up and wiped the sweat from my brow.
“No, it’s not working,” I admitted,
realizing that I had to accept defeat and move on. Katherine was still alive
and she needed me, was depending on me.
“Now what?”
“Now we check on my girl. We’ve got to
get her out of here.”
I stood and made my way back to
Katherine, Mark following closely behind.
“Maybe we should wait? Don’t the Tube
rails have electrical current flowing through them?”
“We’ll be careful. I made a promise to
the lady. I intend to keep it.”
“Take a chance, Katherine. You know
I’m right. You know it. You can feel it, can’t you? You won’t regret it, not
for one bloody second,” I’d promised her, leaning down to steal one more kiss,
enticing her into wanting, into forgetting, into surrendering.
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The Ascension
The Forbidden Series, #2
by Samantha Sommersby
There’s only one way to safeguard the
future: fight free of the past.
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Byron Renfield is a master of climbing the
social ladder. He’s successful, handsome, independently wealthy...and a
vampire. As a member of an elite group of immortals, the Dominie, Byron’s spent
centuries isolating himself from humanity in order to pursue redemption. It’s a
good plan...until Violet Deeds comes along.
Violet is beautiful, sexy, outspoken...and
human, which makes her completely off limits. His society’s canon may forbid it,
but Byron is rocked by a longing so intense that in one impulsive act of
passion, he claims Violet as his mate.
Irrevocably bound together, Byron and Violet
enter one another’s worlds, threatening the balance of society and nature. He
takes steps to protect them both from the Dominie’s inevitable retribution, but
it isn’t enough. Violet is hunted down and kidnapped. If Byron wants a life—any
life—with Violet, he must defy the very core of the Dominie itself. And win.
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The Revolution
The Forbidden Series, #3
by Samantha Sommersby
Experience the magic.
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Twenty-five years ago, Dell Renfield’s father
started a revolution. Dell plans to finish it. Sorcerer, sexy vampire, secret
weapon, he’s spent his entire life training for what he believes to be his
fate. The one deterrent he isn’t equipped for? Special Agent Alexandria
Sanchez.
Alex is quick-witted, hot-tempered, and
strikingly beautiful. Normally focused on getting the job done, she’s
completely unprepared for her new partner and his mysterious ability to drive
her to distraction. Posing as lovers, Alex and Dell infiltrate a dangerous
culture where the macabre seems mundane and passion is power. Unable to deny
their attraction or resist temptation, they begin a journey, entering into a
torrid affair that will forever change their destiny.
An age-old secret, a consort held hostage, a
curse demanding to be broken, and an unforgettable battle with a mercenary
master mage will have you holding your breath. Let Samantha Sommersby lead you
into a world like no other, a world where vampires are real, where magic is
possible, and where love still conquers all.
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The Temptation
The Forbidden Series, #4
by Samantha Sommersby
There’s a fine line between man and
beast…one only the heart can cross.
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A year ago, Jacob Madison got more than he
bargained for during a rock-climbing trip to Yosemite. A freak accident left
him badly injured, at the mercy of the elements—and the wolves who rescued him.
If it hadn’t been for them, he’d be dead. He’d also still be human. Now he’s
back, hoping to find out who he is and what he’s become. Instead, he finds
smart, sexy Allison Connelly.
A forensic psychologist, Allison is newly
divorced and proudly standing on her own two feet…until an unexpected storm
shears off the snow bank she’s standing on. She plunges down an icy ravine,
thinking she’s heading for oblivion. Then she lands in the arms of a tall, dark
Texan. Jake.
Brought together by circumstance and bound by
passion, secrets from their past threaten their future before it can begin. And
somewhere in the mountains lurks a rogue were turned serial killer. Whatever
the danger Jake’s inner beast poses to Allison, there’s only one way to protect
her—unleash it. Even if it costs him her love.
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Author Info
Samantha Sommersby left what she used to call
her “real life” day job in 2007 to pursue writing full-time. Sam’s background
in the psychiatric field is apparent in her work and allows her to bring a
unique perspective to her characters and stories. She currently lives in
southern California with her husband, son, and cocker spaniel, Buck.
Her husband is a social worker who works with
abused children. He’s an avid sailor who loves to surf, and you’ll find bits of
him in every hero that Sam has ever written. Her son is wonderfully sensitive,
with a sarcastic sense of humor. He plays the piano, composes his own music, is
a competitive fencer, and worships video games. On the rare occasion when Sam
manages to set aside some play time for herself, you’ll most likely find her
reading a book, at the movies, or out wine tasting.
Although she’s written a variety of genres,
Sam happily spends most work days immersed in the world of the Forbidden, a
world where vampires, werewolves, and demons are real, where magic is possible,
and where love still conquers all.
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