“Is this really a demigod? I don’t exactly know what my expectations were – it’s not like I have anything to compare it to. But I certainly did not expect a demigod to be walking around in ripped jeans with a beat up face and complaining about a headache. I didn’t expect someone with such sad, tired eyes. But I also know that under normal circumstances, that same face is flawless.”
“This story is dark, intelligent, and entirely gripping.” ~ Horrorgirldonna
“Has everything a girl could ever ask for in a book.” ~ Amazon Review
“An emotional ride.” ~ Goodreads Review
“It is sensuous without being smutty.” ~ Amazon Review
HOUSE OF GUARDIANS
When 17-year-old Laurel Harper decides to go live with her estranged father and stepfamily, she’s unaware of the fact that her fate was already sealed the day she was born. She is now exactly where some higher power wants her to be. But it’s not until she meets the proud and mysterious Sam Laurens that she feels something strange is going on. Why does he keep interfering in her life?
Then Laurel finds out about Sam’s ominous ancestry and a whole different fear arises. Fear of who Sam really is. Fear of her own feelings. And when she learns the dark truth about her own future, a sinister secret that will change everything as soon as she turns nineteen, she wants to run and hide, but soon realizes that there is no hiding from fate. Sam may be the only one who can help her escape her destiny, but then she has to start trusting him again, and time is of the essence because he has his own fate to deal with. Still, Sam is determined to stop Laurel from meeting her doom, even if that means he has to make a drastic move that will separate them for good.
*Author’s note: Although some reviews speak of book 1 as a young adult novel, the trilogy is not intended as YA. Readers should know it contains violence, strong language, and graphic sexual content. Book 2 and 3 more than book 1.
HOUSE OF GUARDIANS
HOUSE OF TERRORS
HOUSE OF DIVINITY (winter 2017)
“She thinks we’re a bunch of overconfident aristocrats descended from an ancient royal family led by a group of powerful men.” Sampson
“The threat in those words doesn’t escape me. I had kind of expected that he wouldn’t pull me against him and kiss me senseless, but I hadn’t expected having to leave this soon either. Hesitantly, I take one step closer and place the cake box on the porch before I turn around and walk away. This is starting to get old.” Laurel
“I never seem to be able to call my mother by anything other than her first name. It probably has something to do with my Spartan upbringing. I don’t remember her ever comforting me when she left me behind crying on Olympus. And yet I respect her, because I know very well that raising me has been no easy task.” Sampson
“You won’t hurt me, Sam. You hurt people who hurt me.” Laurel
“I toss aside the towel and saunter into the bedroom. Despite the hard water pressure of the shower and the stretching, my body is still tight, and my muscles feel cramped. I could use a massage, but there is no time left to work out the kinks. I squat and search for a pair of boxers in my bag. Then I unzip one of the garment bags hanging on the closet door, take out a dark, custom-made suit, and put on a white dress shirt. I button up and loop a tie around my neck. As I push a cufflink through the hole of the sleeve, Laurel gets into my head. Laurel, who had driven me to the brink of madness by taking the cufflinks off. I can still smell the tempting scent of her skin, still feel her fingertips carefully exploring my abdomen. I feel myself getting hard when I think of the sensuous way she touched me. I can almost taste her. I almost did taste her.” Sampson
“This is me, Laurel. Complicated. No relationships, no expectations, no promises.” Sampson