Celestra Forever After
By Addison Moore
Publication Date: March 31, 2014
New Adult Paranormal Romance 17+
Buy: Kindle Edition
(A brand new series. You do not have to have read the Celestra Series to read this series). 18 year-old Skyla Messenger has it all. She's the overseer of all 5 angelic factions, a freshman at Host University, and she has the boy of her dreams by her side. When a horrible truth is discovered, it changes the landscape of everything she thought she knew. Skyla enters into a covenant with wickedness that has the potential to alter the destiny of both the Nephilim and humankind forever. Nothing is as it seems. Just when she thought it was over, she discovers it hasn't even begun.
Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Her work has been featured in Cosmopolitan magazine. Previously she worked for nearly a decade as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit. She resides with her husband, four wonderful children, and two dogs on the West Coast where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.
(Skyla’s POV, Skyla with Wesley)
“God you’re here!” I snatch Gage and pull him behind the Student union. “This morning’s been a real mind fuck, excuse my French.” I try to shake all thoughts of Marshall and his warped sense of humor out of my mind. “You know what I really need?” I pull him deeper into the shadows and then start in with my assault. I land my lips hard over his and ride my leg up his thigh.
“Skyla, wait.” He pushes me back with a laugh buried in his throat.
“That’s the point, I’m waiting. I’m done waiting. I want this, Gage. I’m ready.” I jam my tongue so far down his throat he gives a hard groan.
Skyla! He turns his face and I use my Celestra strength to snatch him by the chin and meet my lips again.
“God, I love it when you struggle.” I’m sure that’s all kinds of twisted but holy hell it’s hot. I don’t what kind of newly imparted moral codes Gage has against making out on campus, it’s been our MO ever since we arrived at Host, but—
“I don’t know either.” He turns his head and I pepper kisses all the way down his neck. “Why don’t you go ask, Gage?”
I giggle into him, slipping my hand down the back of his jeans.
“A little role play, huh?”
“Skyla, I’m not Gage. It’s me Wes.”
Gah! I jump back like leaping out of a fire.
I don’t know what’s worse, kissing Wes, or having to confess this to Gage later.