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Blurb:

A dull roar, that's all I could hear. Souls, that's all I could see... So many people. Some good. Some bad. Some breathing. Some barely breathing. All souls. It was funny what you could see when you stood in the middle of the Emergency Room. Who survived. Who didn’t. All of them, every one, a soul. A soul for the taking.

So begins your introduction to the floating, clustered world of souls that will have such influence on Sophia, the young Puerto Rican-American girl who has just lost her closest ally, her grandmother, "Abuela". It is just after the funeral, at the cemetery, where Sophia meets the tall, almost angelic man who will play the most unexpected role in her life.

A love story. A fantasy. An adventure. If Death Should Love Me tells a tale of “fate” far beyond the normal meaning of that little four letter word. How else would you explain why Sophia wonders what would happen If Death Should Love Me?

A Little bit about the Author, in her own words:

Thrive and rise everyone!

"Happiness is subjective!"

My name is C. Desert Rose (I keep my first name abbreviated because it isn't pretty). Well, I am a Youth and Young Adult novelist with an affinity for all things paranormal. My upcoming collection the "Fate's Endeavor Series" explores the realms of angels and demons and twists it up with love and loss.

My stories are meant to make you laugh, cry, get angry and get happy. I aim to make you exhausted-in a good way-by the time you've finished the last page.

My first novel "If Death Should Love Me", Book One of the Fate's Endeavor Series will be released October 2014 and represented by All Authors Publishing House. The next novel in the series, Demoness Enchanted will come everyone's way the following year.

The Highest Ground

Spirit Realm

200 A.D.

"It would seem that it is once again time to choose the next Angel of Death. Have you made a decision on my proposal yet Majesties?" Gabriel's voice was calm, yet anxiety hid behind his words. 

"Yes, we have." The function of acting as a unit defined them. Therefore, they thought as one, acted as one and spoke as one. This, was their true nature. 

"Fantastic. So what be your choice?"

"You are not yet prepared Gabriel." Responded Alpha, peaceful was his comportment. 

"What?" Shock transfixed him, "Why? I have served you faithfully since the beginning of time." Silent anger, tempered remorse filled him. "What is it about these humans that you must grant them their hearts' desires? You allow them freedom of will, yet they walk all over you. Even still, you bestow unmerited privileges upon them!" His voice began to slowly rise with the passion of his conviction, then he subdued it once more, attempting to control his internal commotion. "I deserve this much more than any of them." He pivoted on his heels, pacing with conjecture. "None of them deserve anything." he concluded. 

"We have found him, the chosen one Gabriel. It is our assurance that he shall serve us well. 'Tis his calling and fate." Proclaimed decision in their tone.

"Oh. I see." He proceeded. "Whom, if I may ask?" 

"He is called Amari. Go fetch him. His time has come. Tell him what his destiny requires of him." 

"Amari. Well," having repeated the name with a twist of his lip, he continued, inward anger stirring, "as you wish Majesties."

Watching as he walked away, Alpha's thoughts intertwined with Omega's. "It seems that Gabriel is not very pleased with our decision," to which they both agreed, "We fear that things will be difficult for Azriel. We must keep watch."

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"Can a love story come from death to the living or from the living to death? You'll have to find out... As a paranormal romance series, I would recommend this one." A. Lopez Jr, Goodreads.


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If Death Should Love Me

Fate's Endeavor Series

Book One

Excerpt

Copyright C. Desert Rose & AAPH

Comoros, Africa

197 A.D.

I was eighteen. A man in both body and mind. No longer was I the boy that wished to prove himself a man. There was no doubting it—everyone knew the man I had become. My wife, family and friends were proud of the person I now was.

Everyone knew, as did I, that as the first born son I would be the inheritor of my father's reign. Unless of course, something should happen to me.

Now, in being a husband and a prince, I was of the right mind to have many sons. This was, after all, the way of my people.

I was hunting, readying my wife, soon to be born child and myself for the winter that was quickly approaching. From afar I heard my sister's voice calling me. “Amari! Amari! Come... come quick! It is time!”

The thought came that I must have lost track of time, I had not realized that I had been away so long. That morning Sulika mentioning that she felt some discomfort. When I asked her if she would be alright, she assured me that she was fine, that there was nothing to worry about as she still had another two weeks before her child baring day. So clenching my teeth, I went ahead and left to hunt, deciding against my better judgment.

And yet, here was my little sister, gravely calling for me to return.

There was no denying it, the time had come. I would be a father. Today.

Running fast through the jungle, making certain that I would not miss the big event, I practically flew through it. All of the women gathered together in Sulika's birthing hut call out to me, urging me to hurry. Sulika had been calling for me. It was not customary that a man enter the birthing hut, but this time the women made an exception as I was being insistently requested by my wife.

Sulika's mother came to me, “Amari. Please, hurry. She has been calling for you.”

Sulika?” I called softly, she heard me and looked over in my direction. Her skin so very pale—a thin blanket of snow upon rich chocolate skin, it was. Completely flushed of color. Her lips were dry and cracked.

She saw me and reached to me, “Amari,” she spoke, so softly, so void of strength, that I barely made out what she had said. “Come.”

Closing the distance between us, I sat at her side and took her hand in mine. Then grabbed a rag that was beside me and wiped her head. “I'm here now. Fear not.”

She smiled a very weak, fragile grin, “Yes. Thank you.” This birthing was indeed taking a toll on her.

“No worries love, soon it will all be over and you will be holding our baby in your arms in no time at all,” I smiled at her and continued chatting, hoping inwardly that it was making her feel better. “It will be a boy. Strong, like his father. His mother's eyes. We will walk around the entire village displaying his greatness. Everything will be over before you know it.”

A contraction. She squeezed my hand with whatever strength she still contained. She moaned and whimpered. My heart broke for her. With my other hand, I rubbed her back, “I am here, love. I am right here.” She breathed, trying to ease the pain. Still it was of no use because she had no strength. No fight was left in her. So once again I commenced my babbling, hoping that to a certain extent it would help her feel better—even if just the slightest bit. “When he grows, I will make sure that he becomes the tribe's best hunter. And, he will be the tribe's strongest man,”

She looked at me with hopeless eyes. “What if it is a girl?”

“Well if it is a girl, she will look and be everything like her mother. Nothing like her father. I would not want to ruin a perfectly good thing.”

Another contraction. She tensed. I could feel the pain that ran through her also run through me. I wished and prayed to all the tribal gods that they would help me ease her pain somehow.

My mother pulled me aside for just a moment. “Amari, she is not well. We are doing everything we can. But, her labor is not normal. The child is breached. She is losing too much blood.”

My hands began to shake, I was irrecoverably unnerved. “What is going to happen, Mama?”

“I do not know my son. We are doing all that we can. I hope the gods help her through this.”

For a long time, I did not leave her side, not letting her hand go for a second. I could feel the life drain from her with every breath. I worried deeply for her and my unborn child.

After several hours of agony and pain, it was time.

All the women scurried around her, cheering her on as best as they could. Some ran about trying to collect cloths, others gathered hot water, some had tools in their hands. And Sulika, was weakened— flimsy and lifeless. I panicked. They were screaming, yelling, fussing about.

All of it seemed like a blur. My eyes were fixed on my wife, observing that she was even paler now,  than just a little while ago. I bent over her. If it was a reflex of protection or desperation, I do not know. I needed to collect my emotions. Then I kissed my wife's forehead and whispered into her ears. “Everything is going to be alright.”

“No... it is not.” was her reply, and her words seeped out of her lips like soft, supple smoke from a dimming candle. Barely audible, barely there.

“Push, Sulika, push!” Someone demanded. She used whatever strength she had and pushed. This went on for just a few minutes. At one given moment she pushed with all her might. Then, I heard my wife take a long aching breath, and breathed no more.

My heart dropped to my stomach.

I looked at her, staring, hoping that what I had just seen was in my own imagination. I heard more commotion. The women were running amuck. They began to yell and scream to each other.

Everything turned into slow motion. Muffled voices, screams and cries. Yet my eyes were fixed on my wife.

For a split second I looked down at the child. A girl. She was right, but the babe was lifeless as well. She flopped like a wet rag in the arms of my mother-in-law.

Just like that, it was all over. My wife and my child were gone. I had lost everything that meant anything to me in a matter of a day. I was broken. Destroyed.

I named the child Alala, meaning like a dream—for that was all that she had been. A dream...

We buried them together, the tomb read; “My FIRST and ONLY wife, Sulika and our little angel Alala. You will never be forgotten.”

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Author C. Desert Rose brings us a refreshing and new take on YAPN (Young Adult Paranormal). She submerges the reader into a world of culture and mythology--she demonstrated that angels and demons are much more profound than most people believe. They have emotions, powerful ones. More than that, she shows us that, and I quote "Fate is absolutely in control"

For several months now, those of you whom follow this blog have noticed that we've mentioned Ms. Rose more than once. However do to an unfortunate turn of events her initial release date had to be postponed until further notice.

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What does "Happily Ever After Mean" to C. Desert Rose?

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All Authors Blog is proud to host Miss. C. Desert Rose today. Miss. Rose will be sharing her thoughts on her catchphrase "Happily ever after is subjective".

Take it away Miss. Rose.

Hello All Authors and beloved followers!

I'm so happy and honored to be here with you all today. When I was asked to participate in the All Authors Blog, I thought about my slogan. Why? Well, it's really simple actually. The other day a friend of mine asked me, "Rose, what do you mean by 'happily ever after is subjective'?" And I thought, "Wow. There must be lots of people thinking the same thing."

Well, if you all haven't already noticed, I write in the Youth/YA Paranormal genre, which has to do with any and all things supernatural. Now, see, I know that most people are suckers for the happily ever after, where the boy and the girl go on horse back off into the sunset and blah, blah, blah.... but that's just not me.
I honestly think that everyone has their own version of happiness. So what makes me happy, may not necessarily be what makes you happy. That's what I mean by 'subjective'.

Think about this...

In my upcoming story If Death Should Love Me, Azriel is the Angel of Death. He wants nothing more than to no longer be that. He wants out, at any cost. Here's the catch... he's dead!

Sophia is just an ordinary Latino American girl that loves her family, but isn't too keen on her life. As the matter of fact, she's bored out of her mind with it. She wants nothing more than a change--something different.

In comes Azriel.

Now, you know as well as I know that they will end up together. But how?? That's what makes their happiness subjective.
He's dead, she's not. How will and can then be together when they are not even from the same realm?

In the famous words of Pleakley from Lilo and Stitch, "Tricky fish, tricky fish!"

So that's what "happily ever after is subjective" means to me. It means that peoples' happiness is based on their outlook at life... or death.

Here is a little excerpt of If Death Should Love Me for your enjoyment. 

From behind the thin mystical curtain that divided the natural from the divine, Parí watched and listened, just as she'd be instructed. She marveled at the way humanity went about their lives unaware of the world that stood almost hand and hand with their own.

Her lips curled slightly at the thought of the skeptics, atheists and conservatives that made it a point of telling the world that faith in such things was ridiculous and if there was a god, he certainly did not care about humanity. How wrong they were! There was a god! Two of them. The Alpha and the Omega. The beginning and the end. The first and the last. Two in one and one in two. Male and female. The Higher Sources.

More than that, they cared. They cared like no other creation cared about humanity. They'd created them. How could they not care?

Angels such as herself could see why. Others, unfortunately did not. Others like Gabriel. Be that as it may, Parí could see past the inanimate mobility of the human condition. They simple did not know. Some had an idea, but most could not even fathom the grander that was the unseen world that touched theirs. In these things, she could not blame them for promenading about aloof. In time everyone encountered the reality of the world in which they lived. In time.

Yet, she reveled in the movement of it. Like a child in the cinema she watched, with wonder she gazed in appreciation.

Parí stood post, just as her Majesties had assigned. Her two charges completely unaware of her presence. This was good. She supposed that they had never even realized the few times she did show herself to them.

On occasion she would appear to them in an inconspicuous form: she needed it—the interaction. It made it easier for her to look into their eyes and awe at what she saw therein. Their calling. Their 'fate'.

Thanks for having me All Authors Blog, and THANK YOU dear reader! Hugs, love and peace to you all!