The Ryan Chronicles Trilogy
Books 1, 2 & 3
J.E. Taylor
Paranormal Romantic Suspense
Jet Fueled Fiction/Novel Concept Publishing, LLC
October 17, 2014
The
Ryan Chronicles - Book One: Saving Grace
When CJ Ryan's girlfriend decides
life is less complicated without him, CJ travels a destructive path into
despair, walking the line between what's right and what feels good. But what
feels good is a dangerous slope to travel, especially when Lucifer wages war
for his soul.
One wrong step and CJ could fall
into the devil's trap, becoming no better than the demons he battles.
The
Ryan Chronicles - Book Two: Raven Heart
CJ Ryan still can't remember a
thing about his past, but he is determined to have a future with Valerie.
Despite his lack of memory, he finds himself ensnared in the cutthroat world of
entertainment whether he wants it or not. The push into the spotlight shines a
harsh glare on his family and brings with it a plague of horrors that drag him
to the edge.
With the darkness of the past
threatening, CJ turns to his brother looking for answers, but when an enemy
with a psychotic history re-enters their lives, it will take more than just his
memory to save them.
The
Ryan Chronicles - Book Three: Trinity's Wrath
CJ Ryan's life seems to have
fallen into place, and while the backdrop of his Hawaiian honeymoon provides
the perfect healing elixir, the guilt of sentencing his father to an eternity
of torture at Lucifer's hands starts to intrude on his happily-ever-after.
When he and Valerie return from
Hawaii, a note from the king of hell greets him, outlining in sickening detail
his plans for CJ and those he holds dearest.
With everyone he loves on
Lucifer's hit list, CJ must start living up to the bargain he made in Heaven,
but every one of Hell's gates he closes is one less portal available for his
father's escape.
Excerpt
She smiled and I
felt a need stir inside me, and it had nothing to do with my heart, or soul,
for that matter.
“You really let
a demon tie you up?” Dimples appeared in her cheeks and mine bloomed with heat.
I shifted,
focusing back on the darkness beyond the glass, suddenly uncomfortable and
unable to look at her. I swear my face must be the shade of a bright red
kickball. “I wasn’t exactly myself,” I said without looking at her.
She chuckled.
The kind of
chuckle that was meant as a turn on and I slid my gaze to her. “You like your
men tied up?” I raised an eyebrow. It was her turn to blush and she grinned,
shrugging and looking back outside. Before I could explore more of this conversation,
she took a step back, dragging me with her.
There must have
been a dozen pale creatures slinking across the back yard. I gave her hand that
gripped my upper arm a gentle pat and she turned her frightened gaze to me.
“They won’t get
through.” My voice held confidence, but deep inside, I was trembling just as
much as she was. Damian, Steve, and I had wiped out more than this at the cove,
but that was three of us and of course Paradise Cove probably had a lot to do
with it.
We both focused
on the approaching horde and without much thought, I slung my arm around
Valerie’s shoulder and pulled her close. It was time to concentrate on the
deadly quality of the wall I put up. I wasn’t sure of how much sizzle to put
into it.
“I want to see
them burn,” Valerie said, answering my silent contemplation and a chill ran up
my spine.
She had every
right to hate these creatures as much as demons and I concentrated, glaring at
the approaching danger. Saliva ran from their lips and their teeth gleamed in
the moonlight. My heart pounded in my chest, sending throbbing vibrations
through my skin. The harder my heart beat, the hungrier the approaching
vampires looked.
“Just a few more
feet,” I muttered, focusing on the entire perimeter of the house because I
wasn’t as much of an idiot as they thought. This wasn’t the only line of
assault. Still, when they advanced, I took a cautious step backwards, pulling
Valerie with me. The power inside me grew and I couldn’t tell whether it was
the adrenaline or the power raking across my skin like a hundred finely
manicured nails. The sensation grew, moving from the land of pleasure into the
world of discomfort and I gritted my teeth.
“Come on, you
motherfuckers,” I growled, loud enough for their acute hearing to pick up. I
moved Valerie behind me and positioned myself in a fighting stance, waving them
in with my leading hand. The results were memorable.
They all
launched towards the glass slider and the moment they hit my invisible barrier
each vampire burst into a ball of flame. The roar of fire drowned out their
screams, but I heard them and the dark part of my soul reveled in it.
Valerie let out
a high pitched laugh and I glanced back at her, smiling.
She met my gaze
with a measure of awe. “The only one I ever saw do something that impressive
was Michael.”
Being compared
to an archangel was humbling and I glanced outside at the black dust spinning
on the wind. “I’m not an angel.”
“Oh, I gathered
that,” she said and stepped away.
I turned towards
her. “What do you mean by that?”
“You’re more
recent activities?”
I shoved my
hands into my pockets and stared at the floor, shamed by the fact she was privy
to my more decadent actions. Instead of apologizing, I lifted my gaze to hers,
studying the memories of her past, especially the times after the more
traumatic events. Naomi was right about one thing. The girl never freaked out.
Ever.
And therein lay
the challenge.
I let a grin
slowly surface and narrowed my eyes, stepping closer. “So, you want to try out
some of those ‘activities’ with me?”
She laughed. The
kind of laugh that bruised a man’s ego and when she went into the gale realm, I
crossed my arms, my good humor turning sourer by the second.
About the Author
J.E. Taylor is a writer, a
publisher, an editor, a manuscript formatter, a mother, a wife and a business
analyst, not necessarily in that order. She first sat down to seriously write
in February of 2007 after her daughter asked:
“Mom, if you could do anything,
what would you do?”
From that moment on, she hasn’t
looked back and now her writing résumé includes more than a dozen published
novels along with several short stories on the virtual shelves including a few
within eXcessica anthologies.
In addition to being co-owner of Novel Concept Publishing ,
Ms. Taylor also moonlights as a Senior Editor of Allegory an online venue for Science
Fiction, Fantasy and Horror. She has been known to edit a book or two and also
offers her services judging writing contests for various Romance Writers
Association chapters.
She lives in Connecticut with her
husband and two children and during the summer months enjoys her weekends on
the shore in southern Maine.
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Books
by J.E. Taylor
The Ryan Chronicles Series
Saving Grace
Raven Heart
Trinity’s Wrath (10/17/2014)
The Ryan Chronicles Trilogy
(10/17/2014)
Night Hawk Series:
Night Hawk
Tigress
Trinity Rising
Night Hawk Trilogy
Steve Williams Series:
Dark Reckoning
Vengeance
Hunting Season
Georgia Reign
Crystal Illusions
Saving Face
The Steve Williams Series (all
six books in a box e-book set)
The Death Chronicles Series:
Don’t Fear the Reaper
Highway to Hell
Knocking on Heaven’s Door
The Death Chronicles Trilogy
The Games Series:
Survival Games
Mind Games
End Game
The Games Trilogy
Other titles:
Steam – Anthology
Glimpses – Anthology
Messiah
Short Stories by J.E. Taylor
Miami Heat
Mile High
Office Games
The Raising
The Seduction of Sir Galahad
Armageddon
Harvest Moon
Abyss
Grayson House
Nightmares
The Understudy
