Gabriel: Book Two in the Styclar Saga by Nikki Kelly
October 27, 2015 from Feiwel and Friends, an Imprint of Macmillan Children’s Publishing Group
Gabriel is an archangel. He's also an ally to a generation of vampires who want to break away from the demon who controls them. His faith in the power of good over evil wavers, however, when he discovers that Lailah, the woman he considers his only true love, may be both angel and demon. Is their love enough to overcome the dark forces who are ready to go to war with Gabriel, the vampire Jonah, and the angel and vampire forces? And can Gabriel compete with Jonah, who is also in love with Lailah?
I was born and raised only minutes away from the chocolately scent of Cadbury World in Birmingham, England. So it will probably come as no surprise that when I'm not dreaming in Vampires & Angels, I dream in chocolate! For the past ten years I have lived in West London with my hubby and two dogs, Alfie - the Pug & Goose - the Chihuahua.
LAILAH is my debut novel, and first launched in serial form to wattpad, a readers & writers community. Within just 6months, LAILAH had over a million reads and thousands of comments and votes.Since then, The Styclar Saga has gone on to pick up a traditional deal with Feiwel & Friends, and LAILAH, the first book in the series is due for release on October 7th 2014.These days I spend my time balancing my amazing job of writing fantasy fiction, with my other, very important role of Chocolate Connoisseur. I like to multitask and do the two together. It makes me happy.
He spun me around suddenly, clutching me by the small of my back. He hoisted me off the floor, closing the gap between us. Now at eye level with him, he rubbed the tip of his nose against my cheek, and with a frustrated, impatient force, met his lips with mine.
I refused him, pressing my palms into his hard chest and replanting my feet on the floor. “It was my blood before, only ever my blood. That’s what you said. That’s all it is now.”
His hazel eyes darted around my face, settling on my lip, which was twitching. Bringing his hands to the back of his neck, he looked trapped. “I, it’s—”
I cut him off. “That’s all it is now, Jonah.” I tried to steady my warbling voice. “There is no other reason you would feel compelled to kiss someone that . . . that tastes like death.”
I marched out of the room but he came after me. “If you don’t drink, and soon, you are going to die.”
This time I would not let him have the last word. I carefully descended the stairs and peered back over my shoulder before his resentful, perfect face could disappear out of view. “It’s my decision, my choice. You will respect it.”