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Reap and Repent by Lisa Medley Virtual Tour and Giveaway
REAP & REPENT
by Lisa Medley
NOTE: This book is FREE during the KDP Select Tour, August 17
They see death. Can they share a life?
Scott can read the energy of every person she meets. Then she meets Deacon
Walker. She can see his ice-blue eyes, his black hair, and his gorgeous face.
But this beautiful stranger has no aura.
just as unsettled by Ruth—and, having spent more than two hundred years
ushering souls to Purgatory, Deacon is seldom shocked by anything. As he helps
Ruth to understand her true nature, she awakens desires that he decided long
ago a Reaper can’t afford.
invasion forces Deacon to confront the darkness in his own past even as he
fights to save the human souls he’s charged to protect. When he’s taken
captive, his first concern is for Ruth. But Ruth just might be able to save
herself—and the Reaper she can’t live without—if she can learn to wield her
“I want answers. In the hospital, I sensed
something about you when we met… Your mother was Mary Scott. Correct? She died
in that hospital room while you were there?”
“I didn’t do that. It wasn’t my fault,” she blurted
“Okaaay,” he proceeded cautiously. “Did you touch
her before you left?”
She considered him, her mouth going dry. She had
touched her. She’d given her that final kiss on the forehead.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Ruth couldn’t look at him as she began to realize
what all of this might mean. Had her bizarre handicap really killed her father,
and now her mother, too?
She was a killer.
“You’re not a killer,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“I thought you couldn’t read minds!” She sobbed,
tears choking her throat closed.
It’s my fault. I AM a killer.
“You’re not,” he insisted. “I think you’re a
reaper, like me.”
Her heart starting beating faster and her vision
started to go blurry around the edges. The whole room sped down a black chute
into darkness. She was going to pass out. She was going to pass out with a
strange supernatural man in her house.
God help me.
AUTHOR Bio and
has always enjoyed reading about monsters in love and now she writes about
them, because monsters need love too.
adores beasties of all sorts, fictional as well as real, and has a farm full of
them in her Southwest Missouri home, including: one child, one husband, two
dogs, two cats, a dozen hens, thousands of Italian bees, and a guinea pig.
may or may not keep a complete zombie apocalypse bug-out bag in her trunk at
all times, including a machete. Just. In. Case.