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What makes someone with superpowers choose to be a hero or a villain? Once we realize that we have power to create change, there is no more sitting on the fence. You have to choose a side. Good or evil? Light or dark? Human or…something else? Is it, as Dumbledore told Harry Potter, our decisions alone that shape who we become? That theory is fine and dandy when the decisions are easy, like saving a baby from a burning building. But what if the choices are a bit more complex? What if, no matter what you choose, someone dies? Someone loses? Someone important? Someone you love?
We all know that superheroes are hot. It doesn’t matter which brand of comic book they come from or what color their suit happens to be. They’re courageous and honorable, self-sacrificing and noble, sexy and mysterious. They represent the deepest dreams of all humanity. We all want to be a superhero. We want to feel powerful and important, to know that we can make a difference in the world. But what if you really could make a difference? What if you DID have superpowers? What if humanity had a secret that had been hidden for a very long time by some very nasty Immortals? What if humans really were more powerful than our fantasy comic book heroes? What if, right now, I was talking about you? (Yeah, you.)
The Timewalkers in my novels used to think they were simply human, too. Then fate caught up to them in the form of the Immortal Archivers and Seers, who decided to change the destiny of all humanity. What if the evil Triscani, a group of outcast Immortals who’ve gone bad, very, very bad, were looking for you, too?
In White Fire, Emma Lawson knows she’d not a normal human. She knows she’s being hunted by Immortals on both side of the war. But she’s trapped in Portland, and the Immortals are closing in. A Lost King wants to claim her. The monstrous Triscani Hunters want her dead. And all she wants to do is walk away from all of it. Unfortunately for Emma (but fun for us) is that fate isn’t going to be that kind to her. She’s got power. If she wants to survive, she’s going to have to master that power, kill some monsters, and take her fight for Earth to another world.
Could you do it? Because, dear reader, you never know…you might be called upon next.
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Books in the Timewalker Chronicles series in the order they should be read:
Red Night
Silver Storm
Blue Abyss
Black Gate
White Fire

Excerpt from White Fire:

Dark green eyes devoured her with their gaze from the other end of the bar. He had gorgeous hair that shone like polished mahogany in the bar’s faint light. A deep shade of brown, it was just long enough to frame his face, and just long enough that she could wrap her hands in it and not see them again until she released him.
He was Itaran. An Immortal. Emma was sure of it. She’d seen enough of the gorgeous males growing up to know power when she saw it. The knowledge had been hard-won, as both Bran and her parents had been determined to keep her as far from the Immortals on Itara as they could. Which she’d always thought was a cruel joke. They expected her to rule the Immortals one day, but never see one? Ridiculous.
She was a jumper. And curious. And she’d taken her chances on more than one occasion, jumping to the few cities on Itara where she knew she’d be one more human among many, lingering in places where the human government and the Itaran mingled. Straining for a glimpse of the elusive Immortals. Humans outnumbered them on Itara, by about a hundred thousand to one, which just made catching a glimpse of one in person equivalent to a human in this Portland karaoke bar meeting a rock star or famous actress in person.
In other words, nearly impossible, if you were a normal, everyday citizen.
She wasn’t. And neither was the male sitting across the bar, staring at her like he knew, like he could see her through the wig and contacts.
The Mark on her ankle sent a jolt of pain through her leg, like she’d just been stung by a bee. She jumped in her seat. Scared. Surprised.
No.
Not now. She wondered what the Immortal would do if the Triscani walked in. Help her? Or walk away?
She was afraid she was about to find out. Too bad, really. He was hot. Smoking hot. Tangle me up in the sheets and not get out of bed for a week hot. Not that it would do her any good. No, her whole life, the only thing her parents or Bran had told her was that she had to wait, meet the Lost King, fall in love, save the world, and live happily ever after. Not once had her dad said, “Go hook up with a smoking-hot criminal in a bar and have some fun. It’s all right, honey. Just get it out of your system.”
Shit. She had to get the hell out of there. Now. She’d have to take her chances with the Hunters. If she waited for the human bartender to try to take her home, she was afraid she’d be in deep, deep trouble with that sexy Itaran across the bar. She couldn’t touch him, even accidentally. If her Mark jumped onto his ankle, there was no way she could get it back unless he chose to reject it, and her. And if not? Lifelong commitment to an Immortal criminal, one who was most likely linked to a Triad on Earth? Marriage from hell wouldn’t even come close to an apt description.
He had to be living here. Which meant he was in exile, a criminal condemned to the chute. The Itarans had few absolute laws, and only two punishments for their people. Execution by Angel’s Fire at the hands of the House of Judgment, or shot off into a trans-dimensional portal like an egg down a tube. Destination? Permanent exile on Earth. Earth was their freaking penal colony.
If he lived here, he’d arrived via option number two. Which meant he’d survived the other Immortals already here, and joined one of the dangerous and very territorial Immortal ruling Triads. From what Bran told her, they made the human mafia look like kindergarten bullies.
Bran had explained it all to her years ago, said she needed to know everything if she was going to rule with her Lost King. Said she needed to know what she’d be up against if she survived the battle with the Triscani.
But there was no King here, just a sexy-as-sin Immortal criminal, two run-of-the-mill Triscani Hunters, and the other, the patient one, the captain. The evil being who stalked her dreams and called her name while she slept. He was close. She could feel his anger and frustration. Maybe he couldn’t deal with the fact that she continued to elude him. And she would again.
Time to get the hell out of here. Four Immortals at one damn bar was waaaaay over her limit…

About Michele Callahan

Author Bio:

Michele Callahan is a car-pool mom who often makes emergency trips to the store for chocolate, coffee, or a Twix candy bar. She suffers from a dangerous case of sci-fi/fantasy fever and never turns down an opportunity to sit through a Star Wars, True Blood, Attack on Titan, or Matrix marathon. Her favorite things in books; hot heroes, superpowers, freakish things that can’t be explained by modern science, and true love! She is the author of the Timewalker Chronicles and The Ozera Wars (an erotic space opera series).

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