Today I’m having the lovely Hailey Edwards over to talk a little bit about her new book, Soul Weaver and you get an excerpt too! Read on, my little darlings, and see why I

The Fear of Falling

Fear is hardwired into us from birth, or so experts say. I read an article once that said we’re all born with two fears: the fear of heights and the fear of sudden noises. If that’s true, I forgot to outgrow the first. I’m terrified of heights. I always have been.

I remember my aunts taking me to Gatlinburg during the summer for vacation and being so afraid I curled into a ball in the floorboard rather than look outside my window and see just how high and winding those mountain roads were.

Even now, as an adult, when I take elevators I break out in a cold sweat. I won’t stay in a hotel above the third floor and even that’s pushing it. When I drive through Atlanta and see the skyscrapers, it gives me chills and I sink down low in my seat. Needless to say, I don’t fly—at all—not ever.

While there are lesser fears I’ve mastered over the years, my fear of heights is one I just can’t shake. Maybe I was born with it. Maybe I grew into it. Either way, it shapes how I travel and how I view the places I visit. It affects me and my family. That phobia ripples through my life, through their lives.

In Soul Weaver, the heroine, Chloe, has to overcome one of her greatest fears. Tell me one thing you’re afraid of and you’ll be entered to win your choice of any title from my digital backlist (excluding Soul Weaver) in any digital format.

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About Soul Weaver

Since the accident that nearly took her life, Chloe suffers from acute agoraphobia. Living alone above her family’s bookstore, she spends restless nights terrified by strange visions . . . until a mysterious stranger appears and offers her salvation. Chloe is drawn to the ethereal, gorgeous Nathaniel—but her haunted soul warns her there is more to him than meets the eye.

An archangel who roams Earth collecting souls of the newly departed, Nathanial is the sole witness to the accident that should have taken Chloe’s life. Seduced by the purity of her soul, he defies Providence by saving her life. But his attempt at kindness marks Chloe for damnation, and makes her an unwitting pawn in a game of unholy ambition. Now together they must fight the demons of Hell itself—for a love that defies the boundaries of Heaven and Earth.

Excerpt from Soul Weaver

“If you’re asking me to choose, I choose you.” His lips brushed over hers. “I always will.”

“You’ll leave when this job is over,” she said. He couldn’t deny the fact.

His eyes flashed dark. No longer warm tropical waters, they were storm tossed and forceful. When his smile came, it held a sharp edge. “I’ll take you with me.” He nipped at her lips, forcing them open so his tongue could dip inside.

Her eyes closed to better enjoy him. Desire roared to life between them, fanned the flames low in her belly until they licked along her insides.

Leaving wasn’t a possibility. When things cooled between them, he would realize she must stay. The break up would hurt, but they would both move on when his job was finished. He would return to his world while she remained here, in hers.

She groaned beneath his lips and he smiled against her mouth. God, she would miss him.

He traded his hold on the window for her. Cupped her shoulder, then smoothed down her back. Fisted the fabric of her shirt and tugged until his palm flattened against her spine, skin to glorious skin. She moaned into their kiss, leaned farther, reached for him, grabbed his belt loop, and tugged him flush against the wall, against her.

“Did you hear that?” His hand continued its downward trek, fingers teasing the waistband of her jeans and sneaking between the denim and her skin.

“I didn’t hear anything.” She nipped his bottom lip, slid her hand around his hip and into his back pocket. When she squeezed, his groan vibrated through their lips. Her other hand was making its way toward his other pocket when she heard it too—a familiar sharp, buzzing sound.

He broke their kiss. “You don’t hear that?”

Of all the times for Neve to arrive, this was the absolute worst. “It’s the doorbell.”

“You’re expecting someone this late?” As if remembering, he nodded. “Neve, right?”

“Right.” Chloe withdrew her hand from his back pocket. She didn’t even cop one last feel. It seemed kind of rude given the moment had passed. “You’re welcome to stay if you’d like.”

“Thanks, but I should go.” He traced over the elastic band of her panties. She couldn’t remember which pair she was wearing, but she sent up a quick prayer they were sexy.

The buzzing resumed and Chloe sighed. “I guess I’ll see you Monday, then.”

“Bright and early.” He stole a final kiss and withdrew. “Enjoy your weekend.”

“You too.” Before he turned, Chloe added, “Think about what I said, okay?”

“I’ve already made up my mind.” He sounded certain. “But we can finish this Monday.”

For a minute, her brain hazed over. Finish this? Finish what, exactly? Their conversation or where their hands had left off before they were interrupted?

 Thanks, Hailey, for coming to visit today! Don’t forget about the giveaway! Tell Hailey one thing you’re afraid of and you’ll be entered to win your choice of any title from her digital backlist (excluding Soul Weaver) in any digital format.