Release Day for The Immortal’s Redemption by Kelli Ireland With Excerpt

Happy Book Birthday to Kelli Ireland for The Immortal’s Redemption the first book in her new paranormal romance series.

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About the Book

 

THE IMMORTAL'S REDEMPTION

 

Author: Kelli Ireland Format: Digital Release Date: October 1, 2015 Publisher: Harlequin Nocturne

When a brooding Irishman shows up at the hospital where she works, Kennedy Jefferson realizes her fugues are more than simply lost time. She knows this stranger is a threat—even as her body craves his masterful touch.
Dylan O’Shea is the druid’s assassin charged with finding the single woman who can stop an evil goddess from destruction. He’s searched to find Kennedy for centuries. But Dylan finds himself inexplicably drawn to Kennedy—the woman he’s ordained to kill.
With Samhain fast approaching, duty and desire are on an unstoppable collision course…
 
 
 
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Excerpt
Dylan O’Shea leaned back, arms crossed, one booted foot pressed against the stone wall of the western-most battlement. His gaze was locked on the storm brewing over the Atlantic. Violent winds drove sheets of rain across the Cliffs of Mohr. The green of the grass echoed the peaks and valleys of the sea where waves rose and crashed forward. There was no reckless abandon in their brute attack, but a steady, repetitious pounding that reverberated through the ground and into the castle stones, passing right through the soles of his feet. He watched, unblinking, as lightning struck shallow water. The deafening crack of thunder sent a shockwave of sound through his chest. Both should have invigorated him. Neither did. Chin tipped forward, icy rainwater ran off his downcast lashes and the tip of his nose. A sound not unlike a woman’s sigh wove through the shrieking wind. He glanced up and shoved his drenched hair back, looking around. No one there, but he wasn’t surprised. Still, the sound had his mind pulling up the image of a black-haired beauty with eyes bluer than the shallows near the cliffs and a mouth he couldn’t help but consider wanton. Three hundred years he’d searched for her on the goddess, Danu’s, directive. Three hundred years he’d conjured her image during every empty night. Three hundred years he’d spent with that face, and he’d come to want her like he’d never wanted another. And now her time—their time—was coming. He knew it with the same certainty he knew this storm wasn’t a natural occurrence. Not with the extremes he witnessed. No, the balance of the elements was already out of order. It left him uneasy, bordering violent, as he considered how the woman might fit into the threat that built on the air. And if he knew the elemental balance was threatened, the Elder Council did as well. It also meant it wouldn’t be long before they sought him out, and it was about time. Idleness was driving him mad. Or, if he were dealing in honesty, madder. As if summoned by his thoughts, one of the very men he’d been considering pushed through the iron-banded wooden door. “It’s time.” “Time.” Dylan blinked slowly before turning his attention back to the sea. “It’s a subjective topic, is it no’?” “Stalling will do little but delay the inevitable.” “You engage me, of all people, with talk of delaying the inevitable?” The bite of his voice broke through the storm’s fury, and the man in the doorway bristled. “The Elder Council waits for no one, Assassin, not even you.” The slamming of the door would have normally made Dylan smile. Not today. Shoving off the wall, he dropped his hand to the door latch when a whiff of citrus and heavy spice tickled his nose, the long-forgotten scent called up from memory with the same gut-churning effect as a rollercoaster’s first radical drop. Dylan froze. Rain still ran in rivers down his face, but the pelting he’d been taking faded. Uneasy, his free hand drifted to his dirk, fisting the handle.
 
 
 
About the Author
 
 
 
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Kelli Ireland spent a decade as a name on a door in corporate America. Unexpectedly liberated by Fate’s sense of humor, she chose to carpe the diem and pursue her passion for writing. A fan of happily-ever-afters, she found she loved being the Puppet Master for the most unlikely couples. Seeing them through the best and worst of each other while helping them survive the joys and disasters of falling in love? Best. Thing. Ever.