The Watcher

IBSN: 978-1-60088-163-3 www.cobblestone-press.com Soul mates, everlasting love, is this a folktale we keep alive because we want to believe in true love? Museum curator, Emily Lucent, specializes in ancient Scottish swords. When she hears a highland voice calling to her, she falls in love with the disembodied spirit seven days before her wedding. Part of the Guardian Angel squad, Netzach is her watcher. He loves Emily desperately, and defies his deities to have her. Her fiancé, Jon Hart, M.D., serves evil. He spouts words of love until Emily agrees to marry him. She wants out of the engagement, he wouldn’t release her. Vengeance and anger took him to Scotland. Will Emily survive Jon’s sharp blade and be reunited with her watcher? Can love, true love, survive centuries? Excerpt: "His name is Netzach. He's your watcher." She focused on the cards. "His name is Netzach." The name alone sent warm tingles throughout Emily's body. She slid the name around on her tongue, caressed it and softly enunciated the heavenly name aloud again. "Netzach." She squint her eyes and pierced Mikhail with a fierce look. "What is a watcher?" "Return on Monday if you want answers." Mikhail dismissed her and walked toward a door. Emily assumed the door led to the back of the house. "Wait, who is Ariel?" "You're Ariel." "What does that mean?" Emily's original goal was to find out about the voice. Now she had another set of questions. "Return on Monday for answers." Mikhail firmly closed the door. Emily ground her teeth. With a sigh she returned to the lobby and found Melody asleep on the sofa. She must have overdosed on the sugar today, because the sofa did not look comfortable. Even with the weight of Melody's round body, no indentations appeared on the cushions. "Melody!" Emily shook her. Nothing. Emily went to the door, opened and closed it. The bells jangled loudly and echoed in the room. She repeated it two more times, until finally Melody came out of her stupor. The cat took off at a run to follow the fortune teller's path. "You're giving me a headache." Melody puckered her brow into a frown and then rose from the sofa. She gathered their bags and trinkets. "Let's go. I may have broken the fortune-teller." The Watcher E-publisher: Cobblestone-Press.com All Rights Reserved.