THE CURSE BY H.L. GIRTON
SERIES: THE ACCALIA, BOOK 2
COVER ARTIST: K.L. DONN
To discover who she is, she must first believe
Genesis Berkley’s place in this world is more confusing now than ever. After struggling for months to bring her aunt’s murderer to justice, she feels lost in the turmoil that his death has solved nothing. To make matters worse, the love of her life has gone, leaving in shame. Disappointment sets in and Genesis must find her way back to herself. Only the acceptance of who she must become will set her free.
Liam Volkov is on the run. He has become the monster that Genesis fears they all are. The love and trust between them is broken. The only way to free himself from the agony of becoming someone he hates is to face the consequences of his actions. He must cleanse himself for redemption.
With the prophecy looming over them, they find themselves at a crossroad. Can they learn to accept their fate and find their way to one another or will their path lead to destruction?
I heard the whistle of the metal when it was unsheathed from its case. The blade vibrated quickly from the slick movement. I felt the sharp point when the young man, his face hidden by the shadows, pressed it into my cheek. It sliced my face open with little pressure. It was well kept and sharp, So sharp it could easily cut through bone.
The blade was pressed against my neck, ready to slice it open and drain out every drop of my blood. I closed my eyes and tears spilled out. This was it. My life would end at their mercy to finally give me the death that I deserved. I thought of the night I first saw her. Genesis. My love. Seeing the terror on her face as she fled for her life broke my heart. I was glad I made the choice to step in and defend her then. It was no different with Thomas, and if dying at their hands meant she lived for eternity because of that one choice, then I served my purpose.
I remembered the way her lips felt the first time I had kissed her. I had taken away her heartache, if only for a moment. It was blissful. Her kiss was a sweet as hone. I would never get to kiss those gentle lips again. Every one of my choices were worth it to have had her love for the time I did. Every argument, every kiss, every stolen touch, all of it worth it. I would do it all again for her if it meant that she would live on.
I felt the sharp edge cut slowly into my skin. The blood trickled down my throat as the sharp point found the vain in my neck that it was looking for. I was ready. Death had finally found me.
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About the Author
Heather Girton has been a creative writer since her childhood, writing creative stories and poems for the love of imagination and literacy. It started out as an outlet for personal struggles and a way to cope with them through fictional fantasy and turned into a passion and need to share her aspirations with the world. It wasn’t until 2013 that she decided to share her talent through fictional novels due to the encouragement from her family and friends.
Since graduating high school in 2006, Heather was spent the last eleven years begin a dedicated mother and military spouse. In that time she nurtured a family of four children all while traveling the country following her husband’s career. She spent the last five years working towards her Bachelors of Arts in Psychology with a Minor in Sociology. She has done volunteer work with grief support organizations gaining experience with her field of study.
Currently Heather lives in Texas with her husband, children, support dog, and lazy cat. She is an avid reader and loves it as much as he adores writing. She spends her free time sharing her devotion for it with her children. When she isn’t reading, writing or focusing on her family, Heather has a personal admiration for photography.
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