by Peiri Ann
Release Date: April 2014
Eighteen-year-old Tracey Warren is a ‘run-of-the-mill’ high school student on the verge of
graduation. She has her friends and her fun; she has life all figured out. Or she thought she did.
Her pedestrian reality crashes around her after an innocuous touch from a diabolically
handsome stranger. Just one touch from Nathan Newcomb and her head and her world spins out
of control. Soon she discovers that the only cure for the uneasy feelings and pain is Nathan
himself. A man whose very existence balances between violent chaos and rigidly controlled
Nathan knows that the life of a woman mated to a burdened Sephlem is destined for peril beyond
a human’s reckoning. But Tracey calls to his desire to experience love in spite of the hazards.
And Nathan’s impossibly potent magnetism draws Tracey into a bonding that will put her in
mortal danger again and again.
Once the pair becomes one, the threat escalates and nowhere is safe. There are enemies that lurk
behind every corner. But the greatest danger may be in the bloodlines that course through
Can a love for all time survive or will their burdened souls surrender and fade away?
(Warning: Burdened contains mature contact and strong language some may not find
appropriate for readers under the age of 18.)
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Scott stays at least ten blocks away from us. This is going to be a long walk.
“So, I’m the first guy you’ve ever introduced to your mom as your boyfriend?”
I feel my cheeks warm. “Yeah, I don’t introduce my mom to guys. I haven’t cared much
about her meeting them, especially if I wasn’t sure they would stick around.”
“So you met my family; I met your mom. I think we can make this official, so the next time
you’re introducing me and what I am to you, you won’t have to think about it.”
“So us meeting each other’s family is what makes us official? What about the whole having
“Hey!” He throws up his hands. “You’re the one who’s uncertain. I know what you are to
“And what is that?”
He throws his arm around me. “You’re my mate, my girl, my love, my heart—and my
future wife and mother of my children, when we are both ready.” He double steps. “No confusion
here.” This is free-and-relaxed Nathan—light voice and not intense. This ‘him,’ makes me incredibly
comfortable, like he’s normal.
“Clearly,” I say. “But I wasn’t confused. I just didn’t know how to introduce you to her. Like
I said, I’ve never done it before, and I didn’t know how she was going to react.”
“She was cool about it. Not a hair out of place. I think she likes me.”
“She might. I think she just thinks you’re cute.”
“Do you think I’m cute?”
“I think ‘cute’ is an understatement. When God made you, he was breaking all the limitation
“You think God made me?” he asks, more serious.
“Of course. Who else?”
“Well, considering I’m half demon and all.”
“It’s not what you’re made of, it’s what you make of yourself. You make who you are—no
one else. We are not who we are because of where we come from or what people make us out to be,
but because of what we want to be.
“You’re not a demon,” I continue. “You just possess demon behaviors, but you know that,
you don’t let it consume you, and you’ve bettered yourself—which means you were made by God
and not by a demon.”
He doesn’t respond. I stay quiet too, holding onto his hand that hangs over my shoulder.
My mom’s words start playing back in my head. I can’t imagine what it is that they want to
talk about. And keeping a clear schedule for two days? When my dad comes back, we usually do
things as a family, staying out all day or going away for a few days.
To be without Nathan for a full day makes me remember that ache in my chest.
“What are you thinking about, babe?”
“Keeping a clear schedule.”
About the Author
I fell in love with the short story writing after I started reading a lot of fiction fantasy. I loved the
idea of creating new worlds and placing people to live within them. Then came the love.
Awe...love. Specifically I love to write paranormal romance, adding a twist to everyday life. I'm
a lover of YA and NA, but I've written some middle grade fantasy fiction that is soon to be
You can never write 'too much,' you can never read 'too much,' you never learn 'too much,' and
there is never 'too much' imagination and creation. Everyday is a new day to dream, to create,
to love, to try again and again, to live, and to explore. Time may be short but we have to take as
much of it as we can, to make sure it doesn't slip away.
My moto, "Love Life's Loves because Life Loves You"
If you love something, do what you need to do to have it, the only person holding you back is you.