by Heather M. Walker GENRE: Paranormal romance
In the deep south of Doltree, Georgia, not everything is what is seems. Long accustomed to life as an outcast, the beautiful and demure Annaleah Grace has learned to stand apart from the crowd with dignity. Being the daughter of a white witch and a white witch herself, living in a town of devout Christians, has earned her more than a few raised eyebrows.
When she meets the handsome, yet snarky, Professor Bainbridge with whom she will be teaching at the local University, everything in her life abruptly changes. Something about him seems intimately familiar to her in a way she can’t totally identify. Even though he’s brusque and intimidating, Annaleah is drawn by his otherworldly eyes and foreign mannerisms.
With the help of angels, both Holy and fallen, she discovers just how unique she truly is. Dreams become a meeting place between this reality and the next, and Professor Sebastian Bainbridge’s true identity is revealed.
When her dreams begin to be more than dreams and she wakes up with Georgia red clay she walked through during a nightmare still wet on her feet, Annaleah knows something intense and powerful is going on, and that somehow, Professor Bainbridge is part of it. She is determined to embrace the profound destiny that awaits her and the Professor, even if that means taking up a sword to fight the Devil himself.
Sebastian caught Annaleah neatly in his arms, and encircled her in his wings, holding her so close she felt she could melt right into him and together they would burn as one being. Tears came to her then, spilling down her cheeks and falling onto her breasts, a silver light coming from them as they fell. Sebastian opened his wings then and placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head up to look into his mirror eyes. As she saw herself in them, glowing and alive and beautiful, it felt so very right. Sebastian wiped the tears from her eyes, slowly, gently and with great care. His eyes never left hers as he bent his head down, until right before the moment when he caught her lips with his, and everything in the world ceased to exist but their kiss. In that sacred, glorious moment, as their lips pressed together, she was pierced to her heart with all-consuming adoration, and from behind her she felt a great motion, as if she had moved something with a great weight on her back. Confused, and a bit shocked, she broke the kiss, turning to see what was happening behind her.
Sebastian laughed despite her apparent confusion and said, "Oh Annaleah my darling, did you forget?"
Feeling a bit betrayed by his laughter when he could plainly see her distress, Annaleah asked, "Did I forget what?"
At this Sebastian outstretched his magnificent wings to their full height and length, blocking out the sky and the moon hanging therein.
"Your wings Annaleah; you forgot you had wings."
Heather was born into a military family, and has lived everywhere from Mountain Home, Idaho, to a small town in England called Bloxham. She eventually settled down In LaGrange, Georgia with her partner of 15 years, Billy, her 7 year old daughter Makaylah, and her 4 indoor cats. She considers herself first and foremost, a mother. She enjoys being a writer, a jeweler, a glass artist, a painter, and avid crafter. It has been her life long dream to publish a book, and she has lovingly worked on “The Otherling” in its various stages for almost 3 years. Heather loves to read, mostly horror, fantasy and occult books. She studies angelology, mysticism, Wicca, psychology and the human mind. Her writing goal is to create a book that comes to life in her reader’s hands and minds, and places them there in the middle of the story. It is her deepest wish that “The Otherling”, as well as her other written works, will accomplished this, and make a home in the hearts of all those who read her words.
I have a lot of things that make me, “quirky” you might say. I love animals, and I truly think that they have souls, emotions and personalities, just like we do. A lot of people tend to think that because they do not communicate like humans do, that they are not as intelligent, and therefor not as important as we are. I just cannot understand how anyone can stare into the eyes of an animal and not see a living soul there.
I treat animals the way I would a person, with compassion and respect. I have a special affinity for cats especially, we just seem to gravitate to each other. I have taken care of so many outdoor cats I can’t recall all of their names. I have four indoor cats as well, and they are my family members, not my pets. Each has their own personality and quirks, and way of showing affection and expressing themselves. Luna is the newest member of our family at two years old. She is an orange Manx, and full of energy. When she wants to be affectionate, she rolls over on her side, then on her back to show her bully for rubs. More than the other three, she is one to do the slow eye blink, which is kitty language for “I love you.” Frosty is nine years old, and has feline alopecia. Like so many people, he has an anxiety issue, and tends to over groom himself until his fur falls out. We try to give him extra love and play time. He too, enjoys belly rubs. Rajah is 15 years old, and is a silly boy. He likes to twitch his tail in my face playfully, and has a habit of eating his food with his paws, like a fancy boy. Athena is my familiar, and she is Rajah’s sister, and is 15 too. My poor girl is deaf, but that doesn’t stop her from doing anything a normal cat would do. She is always by my side, and tends to say “Merr” instead of meow, which is why she has the nickname of “Merr” or “Merr Merr.”
I guess the quirkiest thing I do is not only talk to my cats as if they can understand very word I say, but I also sing to them. I know people would probably think me crazy, and that is okay. I enjoy it, and my cats seem to as well.