Dark Demise – Wings of Artemis Book 7 By Rebecca Royce

Dark Demise
Wings of Artemis Book 7
By
Rebecca Royce

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Time isn’t kind…

Waverly Sandler is nothing like her mad father. She’s a nurse. She takes care of people. She is fighting to live down her name. She’s also a sister, a friend, and someday, if the universe is kind, she hopes to be a lover and a wife.

Life at The Farm is one of constant activity, because freedom exacts a high price. When Waverly is tapped for a special assignment, she’s eager to rise to the task of being useful, but the last thing she expected was the attention of four of the strongest, most united group of men she’s ever met.

Ari, the doctor who sees things.
Jackson, the man determined to live down his past.
Rohan, the Super Soldier who longs to be a person.
Canyon, the Super Soldier who sees the possibilities of a better life.

They need her more than she could ever know, and will change her life in ways she could never anticipate.

All they have to do is survive war, disease, and time…

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Waverly Sandler believes she is unworthy of anything that comes naturally to others. In her mind she is the ugly Sandler, her hair too orange, her eyes just brown, she’s too curvy and much too tall. While that may be how some folks see her, it is not how the guys see her or Paloma or Diana or Melissa. They all see a beautiful, intelligent and talented woman.

If you have been following this series then you know a bit about the possibility of time travel. This book takes that further as Waverly is asked to help out Ari, Jackson, Rohan and Canyon.

There is a lot that goes on in this one and I am hard-pressed to choose a favorite scene as there are many. But I think I have to go with this one. Jackson joins Waverly at lunch after she and Ari deliver Paloma’s baby.

Jackson added a piece of chicken, a carton of milk, and some carrots to his plate. I was eating turkey soup. I ate it so frequently I could barely taste it anymore.

He grabbed his tray and strode into the Mess like a person who was confident in his ability to belong wherever he placed himself. I always kept my head down and walked over to my table, hoping not to trip.

It took me a second to realize he was coming straight in my direction. Gasps sounded around the table, and Tina grabbed Shannon’s arm. “Do you think he’s coming to speak to you?”

She had said she wanted to marry him. Had she somehow called him to her? Instead, he strode to the end of our table and sat down right across from me.

Technically, Carla was directly across from me. But she was tiny, and there was space next to her.

“Waverly, hello.” He glanced at the rest of the table. “Ladies.”

Hellos were said in various degrees of high-pitched glee. He ignored them. “How are you today?”

I swallowed. “Okay. How are you?”

“Just okay? I hear you were pivotal in saving Paloma and Benjamin.” He cut into his chicken, picked some up with his fork, stuck it in his mouth, and chewed. I watched, transfixed, as his mouth worked.

My cheeks heated. He was waiting for me to answer. “It was really all Ari.”

“Not what he said.” He took another bite. I could become preoccupied watching him eat. “He said you were right there, anticipated his every move, kept the patient calm, and took care of the father, uncle situation. He says he couldn’t have done it without you.”

Had he really? Jackson had talked to Ari about me? “Well, he’s being kind.”

“Not usually.” He set down his fork. “Is soup your second lunch or all you’re eating?”

What? Oh, my lunch. I looked down at my soup and then back at Jackson. “This is what I usually eat.”

“Really? How do you get through the day with so little food in your stomach?”

“This is Waverly,” Shannon called out, laughing. “She’s just sturdy. Doesn’t need a lot of food and keeps on pushing through.”

Jackson raised his eyebrows slowly and regarded Shannon. “I’m sorry. Who are you? Remind me. I do thousands of security clearances. I can’t remember everyone. Sharon, is it?”

Her face turned red. “Shannon. With Ns. Not Rs.”

“Oh, that’s right. Your brothers are great allies. What do you do? I mean, I could look it up. If I cared.”

On one hand, Shannon should be thrilled. Jackson was paying her a lot of attention. On the other, I never wanted him to look at me the way he was glaring at her. Why was he doing this?

She cleared her throat. “I work in the clothing manufacturing. You’re probably wearing socks I helped to sew.”

“That’s really important. Thank you for that. I really do appreciate everyone who works so hard for all of us.” He sighed. “Would you like to do something else? Say, off The Farm? On a ship headed for the Dark Planets?”

She paled. “No.”

“Just checking.” He rose. “I need some air. Want some air, Waverly?”

“I…” Shannon was glowering. There was no way I was going to avoid having to talk about the trouble with my facial features now. “Yes, I’d like some air.”

Jackson nodded. “Great. Grab your coat and your soup. We’ll eat outside. Thanks for the conversation, Sharon. See the rest of you ladies soon.”

“It’s Shannon,” she shrieked after us as we walked.

When we got outside, Jackson sat down on a bench. I didn’t know who kept decorating The Farm, but every time I came outside, someone had put in more landscaping. I was glad I wasn’t the only person who meant to make this place home. I’d never leave if I could avoid it.

I loved it here. For the first time ever, I wasn’t afraid.

“Why did you do that?” I had to ask him. Did he hate Shannon for some reason? He side-eyed me as he sipped his milk. “I don’t like mean people. That girl was mean. She wanted my attention. Okay, fine. I’m flattered. I don’t… date or anything. That’s not my style. I want to be with the one, right woman. I am really honored that there’s something about me she wanted to get to know better. But picking on you to get my attention? Screw that. Low form of communication. I just reacted.”

Oh. Well, I wasn’t really sure what to say about that. “I don’t think she was particularly picking on me. I mean, she’s not always kind or careful with what she says.”

“There would be the definition.” He grinned at me. “How are you so sweet? You shouldn’t be. You should be a raving bitch. But you’re so nice.”

I looked down at my feet. “I have a lot of things I need to work on about myself. I know… I’m sort of ridiculous.”

Jackson took my hand in his. “That was a compliment I just gave you. Not a critique.”
Royce, Rebecca. Dark Demise (Wings of Artemis Book 7) (Kindle Locations 463-506). After Glows Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Many things happen from here, as each of the four men make their unique move on Waverly. To say she is stunned is an understatement.

Time travel takes on a whole new meaning, even as there are those plotting against them. Romance and trust grows slowly as circumstances go wildly out of control.

I laughed, I cried and damn these guys are sexy, sweet and deadly too. Our heroine is put through a lot and I can’t wait to see what happens next!

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Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.

I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!

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