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“Time…such a cruel mistress of fate. What we do with ours can either enrich our lives or destroy them, and we mortals never seem to have enough. The right time, our time, was too little and over much too quickly.”
When Gwen turns her back on a set of smoldering amber eyes in favor of a crystal blue pair, her plan is to sever all ties with the Wanderers. Her goodbye is short lived; however, when the investigation into Preston-Ward Pharmaceuticals reveals a powerful sylph has escaped. When Gwen is drawn back into the Wanderer brotherhood for her own protection she discovers she can no longer bury her feelings for Kade or ignore the growing gulf between her and Ben. As the unrelenting hunt for their ancient enemy heats up, Gwen’s attempt to straddle two worlds becomes tedious. She must choose, but when nephilim mysteriously begin to disappear her time may be up.
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A Step Away
Wanderer Series #2
by Jocelyn Stover
Expected Release Date: October 4, 2013
PREVIOUS TITLES IN THE SERIES
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Out of Reach
Wanderer Series #1

Gwen Cohen has aspired her whole life to reach her current position of project manager at Preston-Ward Pharmaceuticals, but when she stumbles upon a dirty little secret everything changes. As she struggles with the reality of evil and her own powerful legacy, she gets pulled farther from the world she knows and closer to the one she can’t deny.

Eyes finally open, Gwen struggles to unlock the dormant magic within herself before it’s too late. The lines between love and desire, and duty and commitment become exceedingly blurred and the ultimate choice to be made may not be between right and wrong but the head and the heart.

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Jocelyn Stover Author PicI'm a thoughtful, sarcastic, work-o-holic, mother of four. I must thrive on chaos because I've certainly built enough of it into my life already! I write during the stolen mintures of the day when the children are in bed or at school. When I'm not writing you can find me up to no good with my kiddos, or outside soaking up the sunshine.

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*EXCERPT*
Monarch of the Seas
“Step lightly,” I whisper. Taking the lead, I try to block as much of the hallway as possible by forcing Zafir to walk behind me, but there’s no shielding him from what we find. Bugs gorge themselves on the putrid flesh of mangled bodies that are spilling out of their suites and cluttering the narrow walkway. I focus on the first cabin we come to, because to focus on the corridor in its entirety would be unbearable, and intuition tells me they’re all the same. Cracking the door, I bump the arm of the female occupant aside and step inside. A man lays sprawled off the edge of the bed, throat cut and red blood soaking into the sheets and floor. Positioning myself behind the door I bend down and examine the woman. Her throat has been severed as well. The constant rocking of the sea swings the cabin door back towards me and when I reach out to stop it I see the marks. Scratches in the particle board gouged out by fingernails, no doubt. This wasn’t just a random act of violence - it was an execution. Zafir was right. Himyar is making a statement, but what and to whom I don’t know.
Backtracking out of the stateroom of horrors I close the door on one gruesome scene, only to be bombarded with hundreds of others up and down the corridor. “You’d think with all the humidity the scent would be atrocious, but I can’t smell a thing,” I remark. A pregnant pause follows my keen observation and in those spare heartbeats I fear the worst. “Z?” I call out, louder than intended.
“He’s very sensitive to fragrances. You don’t smell anything because he doesn’t want to smell anything.” Snapping my head toward the sound of his voice I see Zafir at the far end of the hallway with his arms half extended.
“Brother don’t, let it be.”
“No!”
Heeding the venom in his tone, I bite my tongue and make my way to his side. We all wrestle with demons and today his are close at hand. Who am I to instruct how best to manage them? Almost imperceptible tremors dance along the muscles of Zafir’s outstretched arms and yet he remains still. A small girl in a red sundress dangles lifelessly from the wall in front of him. If not for the lackluster matted curls covering her face and the nail driven through her abdomen pinning her in place she’d look peaceful, almost angelic. Delicately, as if he were holding a newborn, Zafir removes the nail and cradles the tiny form in his arms. A well placed kick tears the nearest cabin door free of its hinges, making it accessible to Z and his tiny burden. Pulling the rumpled comforter on the bed aside, he lays the child to rest on the pristine white linens. With a flick of his wrist he covers her with the top sheet and retreats slowly.
“Her throat wasn’t cut like the others,” I surmise.
“No, I’m sure she died long before he hung her up there.” He grinds the words out slowly, jaw clenched, and I wonder what he means. A telltale vein has begun to pulse in his forehead, and I can see that Z’s about to boil over. If I don’t choose my next words carefully, he may run rampant through the ship, hell bent on his own brand of destruction.
“Think Z, you know him better than anyone. If he were still on this boat, where would he be?” Mindless fury seems to have settled over Z, so maybe my words might not matter. I’m not even sure he’s heard me until he shouts.
“The auditorium!” He charges back down the hallway, black-eyed rage fueling his limbs to speeds I can’t hope to match.
“Ah hell.” Doubling back, I fail miserably to catch up with Zafir but I follow the fresh path of destruction he’s churned up, like a bull in a china shop. The body count drops off considerably as we race towards our destination, but I don’t have time to ponder what it means. Ahead of me Zafir barrels through the doors of the main auditorium and a reptilian-like voice turns my blood to ice. Pulling up short, I hang back behind the doors, watching from the shadows. If we have any hope of making it out of this predicament unscathed, we need an element of surprise.

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