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The Seer’s Daughter by Athena Daniels


Title: The Seer’s Daughter
Series: Beyond the Grave, Book 1
Author: Athena Daniels
Published: November 9th 2015
Publisher: Sunset Coast Publishing
Genre: Romance / Paranormal / Suspense
Recommended Age: 18+

the-seers-daughterTo save her, he must let go of everything he ever believed.

Upon returning to her hometown for her grandmother’s funeral, Sage Matthews is terrorized by a series of strange events. She dismisses each eerie occurrence as a by-product of her overwrought emotional state, until it becomes chillingly clear that something not of this world is desperate to get a message—or is it a warning?—through to her…

Detective Sergeant Ethan Blade comes to Cryton, South Australia, to catch a serial killer. When Ethan meets Sage—the latest victim’s beautiful granddaughter—his attraction to her is explosive and inconvenient. He knows she’s not crazy, but Sage’s theory about the murders is unbelievable.

With the handsome detective rejecting her ideas, Sage embarks on the supernatural journey that her grandmother started. What she discovers shatters everything Sage ever knew about herself—and who she really is.

Ethan’s routine case quickly turns personal when he discovers Sage is the killer’s next target. For her, he’ll break all the rules and cross every line. But how can he protect Sage from an evil he cannot even conceive of?

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Undoing the remaining buttons, he stepped out of his jeans and stood before her completely and stunningly naked. She felt as though she’d been hit with a sledgehammer. His was the most exquisite male form she had ever seen outside a magazine.

He was nothing short of magnificent. He ran a hand through his sexy mess of dark hair, biceps flexing impressively, and heat pooled between her thighs. His chest was broad and his waist tapered to slender hips that led to long legs with muscular thighs. She knew from her explorations during their kiss that his ass was just as glorious as the rest of him.


The Author:

athena-danielsAthena Daniels lives on the northern beaches of sunny Western Australia, where she writes romantic suspense and paranormal romance.
Athena is the author of romantic thriller Desperate and the first two books in the Beyond the Grave series, The Seer’s Daughter and The Alchemist’s Son. The Seer’s Daughter was a Top Pick at The Romance Reviews and was featured in AusRom Today’s January 2016 top-twenty list of “Lust-Have Sci-Fi, Paranormal, and Fantasy Novelists.”
Athena has a natural curiosity about the “more” there is in life, and holds several qualifications in metaphysics and natural therapies. She is a neuro-linguistic programming (NLP) practitioner, life coach, and feng shui specialist.

To learn more about Athena, or to take a sneak peek at what’s coming next, visit her online or connect with her on social media.

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Ethan started to rise, and Sage grabbed his wrist. “Ethan?” She must have surprised him because he froze in place above her, his eyes piercing as they met hers.

“Yes?” His voice was deeper and a little rough.
“Thank you.”

His dark eyes intently searched her face, and a muscle along his jaw twitched as if there was something he couldn’t quite say. “You’re welcome,” he eventually said.
She was still gripping his wrist, but she didn’t let go. Couldn’t.

As she stared at him, something flared in his gaze. Could it be desire?

“I have to go. I’ll check on you tomorrow.” His husky tone belied his words. She didn’t let go, and he didn’t pull away. They were trapped in the moment, the air alive and crackling between them.

“I have to go,” he repeated. But there was no conviction behind it.

Without conscious thought, Sage leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were warm and full, and heat roared throughout her body. He hesitated for the barest fraction of a second before taking over. His hand, large and strong, cupped the back of her neck, and he deepened the kiss. Her body softened, her mind blanking as she surrendered to the sensual pull of his mouth. Tangling her fingers in the silky hair at the base of his neck, she tugged him even closer. His scent flooded her nose and she let out a soft sound. With a groan, he licked deeper into her mouth.

Mother of all things holy, the man knew how to kiss! Every inch of her skin was on fire and aching for his touch. She ran her hands across his shoulders and down his chest, resenting the thin layer of fabric that kept her from the warmth of his skin. Tugging at the bottom of his T-shirt, she caressed his taut abdomen, then slid her fingers up and across the rippling muscles of his chest. The contact was electric, and she reveled in the low sound it elicited from him.

He leaned into her, his weight pushing her into the mattress, and the juncture between her thighs grew hot and demanding. He pushed up her singlet top and found her breast. When his fingers brushed over her pebbled nipple, streaks of pleasure shot through her.

“Ethan,” she gasped, wanting more. Wanting all of him. Now. She tugged at his shirt, undoing the top two buttons before ripping the remainder.

He pulled back. Hands on her shoulders, he held her in place. Blood thrummed through her veins as she looked into his handsome face, flushed but set into hard lines. His breathing was as ragged as hers, and he dragged in a couple breaths before trying to speak.

“We can’t,” he rasped, looking as though it were the hardest thing he had ever said. Appearing almost tortured, he released her. Standing, he turned his back to her while he tucked in his ripped shirt. His hands curled into fists at his sides, and he squared his shoulders before turning back to her, his face etched with pain.


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Thank you

Brian and I would like to thank everyone for the messages, best wishes and prayers etc. over the past couple of months.

Thankfully Brian is now back at home with me, and on the long, slow road to recovery.

Brian spent 8 weeks in hospital with sepsis, pneumonia and a fungal chest infection (aspergillosis) and I came very close to losing him. He was discharged a couple of weeks ago and we are settling back into a routine. He is still being treated for the fungal infection and will be until his consultant says otherwise.

His mobility wasn’t brilliant before his stay in hospital, but having spent 8 weeks in bed he is even less mobile now. We have had to have a stair lift fitted and have bought a wheelchair so that he can get out, and get to doctors appointments, etc.

He is on oxygen 24 hours a day, so we have a noisy oxygen concentrator running all the time and he has portable oxygen cylinders for when we go out. Because of his pre-existing C.O.P.D it is likely that the infection will cause more permanent damage to his lungs and he will need some oxygen for the rest of his life.

He is happy to be home, but his mood is low as he comes to terms with everything that has happened and the changes to his life.


A couple of weeks before this, my youngest daughter, Zoe, was also admitted to a hospital, although in her case it was a psychiatric unit. She has Borderline Personality Disorder and had a ‘crisis’. She also spent 2 months away!

She was in a worse state than I have ever seen her before and I hope I never have to witness her in such distress ever again.

She is also now at home and doing better… I think.
She has also been diagnosed with an eating disorder and is not eating very much at all, which is very worrying.


All in all, it has been a difficult and worrying few months and  I would like to thank you all for your support, and understanding.
I will try to reply to all your messages individually, however please accept my thanks.. (and apologies) if I miss you.