Hey all you paranormal romance fans. Check this out. I have it on good intel that this author is definitely one you want to add to your list of must reads. Have a look at BL Marsh’s new release LILITH SCROLL. We’ve got an exclusive excerpt .
What if you discovered there was time before time began? What if everything you thought was true, was not? What if there was a beginning before, “In the beginning”? What if another story was unfolding within our time? A story steeped in loss, love, betrayal, and secrets?
On her twenty-third celebrated birthday, Lilith arrived in Scotland, following clues she had secretly collected about her past. Little did she know that her arrival at the Rosslyn Chapel would reignite one of the oldest wars of all time- The Fall. Sides will be chosen, lives will be lost, and the secret kept all this time by the Illuminati will be exposed.
Welcome to Eden. The place where magic was born, trees are gateways to other realms, and Angels aren’t what you think they are. Meet Lilith. A young woman with an incredible story; one she isn’t supposed to know, much less tell. Meet Sam. A man with an unknown past and powers that rival Lilith’s.
Go back in time. Back to the garden. Experience the magic of creation, the wonder of nature, and the betrayal that destroyed it all.
Expected release day is August 13th 2014
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“I cannot get caught in her web,” he muttered to no one in particular as he glanced back down at the dossier in his lap.
“No wonder you do not have a woman, Emer,” a perky voice said from over his shoulder.
“I do not have time for you, Emma.” Emerson sighed. “Go pester someone else. I am actually working. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” He could not be distracted by her today.
“Nope. Nowhere at all,” she responded. “I checked. My calendar is completely open to sit here with you, drink coffee, and watch you watch some insignificant, boring charge. Though, I have to say, she seems a tad young for you, even if you are not discriminating in your tastes,” she sassed with just the slightest pang of bitterness.
“Emma, dear, you are invisible. The public cannot see you. I look as if I am talking to myself. People are starting to stare. Walk away and come back all proper and visibleif you intend to sit with me.” Emerson leveled her with a stare.
“Fine, I’ll be right back.” With that, Emma appeared outside the café, visible to the mortal world as a cute twenty-something, bouncing blonde-haired beauty, set to meet up with a friend for coffee. She took Emerson’s breath away.
“Better?” she charmed.
Emerson tried not to gape as he took in her perfect form.
“Much. I like the sundress. It brings out the amber in your eyes.”
And the muscle tone of your gorgeous legs.
Emerson crossed his legs under the table, staring at her intently.
Emma blushed at his compliment. She opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out.
“Hmm. If I had known I could get you to stop talking with compliments, I would never cease waxing poetic about your beauty and kindness, my lovely Emma.”
Emma ducked her head to avoid his gaze and wondered when Emerson would take her seriously.
“Well, if I thought you actually meant them, I would be quite flattered, Emerson McIntyre,” Emma said to the coffee mug in front of her. “But since I neither possess the beauty of which you speak, nor the manner with which to capture your fancy, I shall just enjoy your company and look for someone else to appreciate my charms.”
Emerson squeezed his cup so hard the lid popped off and coffee flew all over the table. Bewildered, Emma looked at him. For one fleeting moment, she was sure his eyes were lit with jealousy.
She glanced at the girl with the long, fiery curls, writing in a journal. Who was she? Why could she not get a read on her? She was not Emerson’s type. Though, as Emma thought about it, his type really was any woman who was not her. The thought of him with another woman made her stomach churn. Jealousy crept into her heart. She was so distracted she had not noticed Emerson was in her head, reading her usually carefully guarded thoughts.
“Oh, Emma. Is that how you really feel?” Emerson’s eyes penetrated hers.
B.L. Marsh has been writing and telling stories her entire life. She is a music teacher, guest lecturer and runs Master Classes. Her academic research is focused on the L’homme arme tradition, the Dead Sea Scrolls, chant transmission in the Medieval and Renaissance, and Gnostic and Kabbalah history. Her passion for spirituality, mythology and developing her relationship with God are parts of her Rule of Life. In her reading of the Bible and other extra-biblical texts however, she began to daydream about the characters, about how life was back then, and how cool it would have been to walk in the Garden with God. Her stories weave a new mythology revolving around Genesis.
When she is not writing or teaching, she spends her days hanging out with five of the coolest boys on the planet and at night can be found doing completely ridiculous things like reading Joseph Campbell and Jane Austin and watching the same 3 movies on TV.