Author: Nadège Richards
Expected Publication: April 12th 2013
Genre: YA Romance/Dystopia
The timepiece ticks and the hour wanes...
The day fades and the night weakens, bringing with it a new dawn we may never see.
The annihilation of New Haven was only the beginning. With King Cyrus still on the loose and a forbidden past still yet to be discovered, Echo Abbeny is finding that her entire existence relies solely on one thing—the acceptance of her gifts as hybrid and the godly abilities she can’t even begin to understand. Or control. Ayden and Kahl are both destined for her love and won’t stop until they’ve claimed her heart, and they’re proving to be an even greater temptation than she could have ever dreamed. And when rumors of a mysterious kingdom in the Sunken City begin to spread like wildfire, spurring chaos between the Xavians, the race against the King and the clock begins…
In the third and final installment of The Bleeding Heart Trilogy, the hour is of the essence, every move will be watched, and death lurks at every corner. A war will be fought and there will be blood to pay. As one of the last oracles on earth, Echo will have to trust herself like never before.
"Want to tell me what’s going on here?" Jakob asked from beside me.
I guffawed. "You mean beside the fact that he locked Echo and I up underground for days and somehow filled her head with his shit?" I rolled my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. "If not that, there’s nothing else."
"Bastard," I heard Kahl grumble.
"Coward," I shot back, my eyes burning with the challenge.
"R—" Kahl closed the small space between us and gripped my shoulders, pushing me into a wall. "I didn’t have to do much for her to remember!" he rushed to say, a gritted whisper. "But you made her forget—forget me, forget everything. If she wasn’t so foolhardily infatuated with you, you wouldn’t even be alive right now…"
My jaw clenched as the people walking by stopped to stare at us. Conroy, Jakob and the others had slowed to turn back.
"So that’s what this is about. Echo? And not just her, but your past with her." I shook my head and smiled. "Since we haven’t much time to spare with your idiocy, stop thinking you’re the only one who can help her, Zimmerman," I grounded. "Infatuation? Were you not the one who had us in cages? I know we just met, but by my book, dragging someone to your own personal Hell is not the way to soften them up." I kicked off the wall and came to stand in front of him. I was taller by an inch, give or take, and my fists clenched at my sides with the dire need to hit something, anything. "Stay away from her; her past with you is minuscule. Know you’re place, because it damn sure is not by her side."
I pushed past him, my shoulder knocking him off kilter, and averted Conroy’s gaze as I made my way to the front of the group.
"I can’t," I heard Kahl call out. I turned to face him and he did the same. "Stay away from her, I mean. I won’t."
Born in New York and raised in Pennsylvania, Nadège Richards has traveled to six other states and two countries, but aspires to travel the world some day. Forever a lover of Art and all things pertaining to Literature, she hopes to obtain knowledge from her writing career, rather than popularity. She wrote her first novel about aliens and goats in the 8th grade and has had a passion for story-telling ever since. Her friends and family are her biggest inspiration. She enjoys being part of the Indie community and sharing her stories with the world.
When not reading, writing, and blogging obsessively, she’s usually found hiking, studying, camping, or at home with her family. She’s been a martial artist for two years, a singer for three, and always seeks a common ground in everything. She considers her writing very personal, as she’s always been a private person. She enjoys writing about what could or should happen, rather than what did happen—she’s a dreamer and a procrastinator.