Pestilence
For Pestilence, the White Horseman, love becomes the most powerful cure.
Having lost his wife and child during the Black Death, Pestilence accepts the fate destiny has given him as one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. For centuries, Pestilence did his job, spreading plagues and disease around the world. He does it to keep the balance between good and evil, yet he hates every minute of it. He longs to be left alone, but suddenly fate seems to have a different plan for him.
When Bart Winston stumbles into an Amazon clearing, he's terribly ill and sure he's going to die. A tall white-haired man with unusual black eyes catches him in his arms and Bart's life takes a turn into the unbelievable. Blaming the whole situation on his illness might have worked, but as he gets better and learns about the strange man who heals him, Bart must accept there are more things in the world than he ever guessed.
Pestilence and Bart heal each other, and begin to wonder if there can be a future for the White Horseman and the mortal he's fallen in love with.
War
Fighting the battle in his own heart, War must find peace before he can find love.
War destroyed an entire tribe of innocent people when he was human, all because his best friend lied to him. His guilt brings him a destiny he never planned. As the Red Horseman, War spends the centuries creating battles and wars between countries to restore balance in the world. While he accepts the job to atone for his sins, he wishes he didn’t cause men to kill each other. War lives a solitary life, without hope of ever finding forgiveness.
From the mountains of Afghanistan to the plains of Kansas, and to the steppes of Mongolia, Russell Heinz searches for peace. He’s battling survivor’s guilt after having two members of his army unit die within feet of him. His own mind shuts down, and Russell spends time in a mental ward, dreaming of a man with blood-red hair and all-black eyes. Unsure if the man is real or just a figment of his wounded mind, Russell heads to Mongolia, looking for forgiveness of his own.
Separately, Russell and War fight their own personal demons. Together, they find peace in a love tested by the fires of battle.
Famine
Saving a dying man might be just what Famine, the Black Horseman, needs to feed his starving heart.
Having been sacrificed by his village shaman, Famine knows what it’s like to do anything to survive. He wanders the world, sowing drought and starvation in his wake. Yet he hates being the Black Horseman more than anything in the world, except the man who ended his life all those centuries ago. Famine never stops doing his job, and never allows himself to fall in love.
Ekundayo wants a better life for himself, so he steals a diamond from the mine where he works. Nothing goes well for him after that, and he finds himself dying in the desert on his way to the border. When he’s rescued by Famine, Ekundayo isn’t sure if his luck has changed or not. The longer he stays in Famine’s company, the more Ekundayo discovers he just might be falling in love with Famine.
One bad choice on Ekundayo’s part and a future together seems out of reach. Will Famine let his only possibility of love go or will he defy Death himself to keep Ekundayo?
Death
Death, the Pale Rider and the most feared member of the Four Horsemen, has been searching through the centuries for a soul to save him from his solitary life.
In the 1700s, Gatian Almasia was rich and a sought-after member of Parisian society. No one realized he’d lost his reason for living three years earlier. When his sister accuses another nobleman of raping her, Gatian does what any older brother would do. He challenges the man to a duel, and kills him. Later that night, the dead man’s family takes their revenge on Gatian.
Gatian’s death is just the beginning of the journey he must take as Death, the Pale Horseman of Apocalyptic fame. While he doesn’t regret taking the nobleman’s life, the guilt of not being there when his lover died builds a wall around his heart, and until he accepts forgiveness, he must always be Death.
Pierre Fortsecue is a spoiled rich young man whose heart is broken by the man he thinks he loves. Finding himself alone in Paris, Pierre sinks into a haze of heroin. He gets a tainted baggie of the drug, and almost dies from it. Death arrives to take his soul, and something about Pierre touches the Pale Horseman, who steals him away to help him heal.
As Pierre heals and Death begins to feel again, they begin to wonder if love really is the only emotion needed to overcome desolation and destruction.
Peace
When falling in love means risking everything, an angel must decide if losing his heart is worth it.
Lam is an Agnus Dei—or a messenger angel—who deals with mortals and the Four Horsemen. He’s helped them to find love and become mortal again, but he can’t seem to figure out his own relationship. Of course, it would be so much easier if he hadn’t fallen for Lucifer Daystar, the most infamous angel out there.
Lucifer Daystar has loved Lam since the moment he saw him. They’ve hidden their relationship since Lam isn’t supposed to fraternize with Day. He wishes things could be different, but he won’t risk Lam getting into trouble for being with him. Then one day Lam disappears and Day must search the world to find him.
By the time Day rescues him, will Lam have decided that loving a fallen angel isn’t worth the pain?
General Release Date: 14th January 2020
Crashing sounded through the forest and Pest raised his head, tracking the noise as it came closer to him. A jaguar chasing a capybara wouldn’t make hardly any noise, and it would be faster. He’d spent centuries learning every sound and scent of the Amazon.
The animals were silent, so the creature blundering amidst the foliage wasn’t native. Should he move further back and let whatever or whoever was out there wander past him? It was rare for Pest to be bothered by indecision, yet he admitted he was getting bored. When the boredom struck, he’d visit one of the indigenous villages where they treated him like a god. They told legends about him throughout their history and he found their worship far easier to accept than any friendship they might have offered him.
Frowning, Pest listened to another loud crash echoing through the trees. It wasn’t an animal or a native. He hadn’t been alerted to any expeditions going on in the Amazon basin. His friends in the Brazilian government tended to contact him if there were any tours or scientific trips underway, so he could avoid them. He owned a satellite phone and used it occasionally to keep the cover story he’d created alive. While he rarely mingled with mortal society, he did have to deal with them once in a while. Pestilence would tell them he was researching undiscovered infectious diseases in the Amazon.
“Help me,” drifted through the humid air and Pest closed his eyes, trying to zero in on where the plea came from. It was weak and definitely human. Pest stood and froze. What did he think he was going to do? There wasn’t any way he could help whoever it was.
He stared down at his pale hands, scarred and rough from the life he’d been forced to live. Once, his hands had been soft and gentle as he’d gone about his practice, helping to heal his patients. No more. He’d turned his back on those days after his family had died. While he could have been like Death, and lived among humans, Pestilence had chosen to leave society and the presence of mortals.
His option of whether to ignore the human or help was taken from him as a figure stumbled into the clearing that Pest had picked to have his mid-day meal in. He watched as the man took two steps in his direction before collapsing. Sighing, Pest fought the need to rush to his side and examine him. He couldn’t touch the man unless he wanted the stranger to die for sure. Yet all of his training as a doctor screamed at him to make sure the man wasn’t dead.
“You can touch humans, Pestilence. Just ensure your own hands are covered.” Death’s advice rang in his ears, spoken centuries ago when Pestilence was new to the job of a Horseman. He’d never figured out how Death knew he’d wrestled with the terrible irony of a doctor becoming the Horseman known as Pestilence. All his mortal life, he’d fought disease until he’d met one he couldn’t defeat.
The Black Death—or the Bubonic Plague—had hit his town and so many had died while he had fought with all of his knowledge and strength to save them. Guilt had eaten away at his soul as he’d watched his family die, one by one.
Being unable to touch a mortal with his hands without making them sick was one of the many changes Pestilence had had to get used to over the centuries. The strangest thing was that he could kiss a person, or make love to him or her, but he couldn’t touch his bare hands to their skin. He remembered how shocked he’d been the first time he had realized his dark hair had gone completely white, and the whites of his eyes had been taken over by black, so there was no color whatsoever.
“Please help me.”
The breathy words jerked him back to the present and the man lying face down on the ground a few feet away from him. Pest dropped to his knees, ripped open his backpack, and tugged out the black leather gloves he’d stuffed in there when he had left his hut earlier that morning. After slipping them on, he went to the prone body.
“Easy now. Are you hurt anywhere?”
Pest caught the rattle of the man’s breath in his chest and decided he couldn’t wait for an answer. A sour scent hit his nose and Pest grimaced as he realized it came from the man.
“My name is Pest and I’m going to turn you over now. Let me know if anything hurts. I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.”
A barely perceived nod got Pest moving. He wedged one hand under the man’s chest and placed the other on his back, rolling him as best as he could without hopefully causing any more harm.
As he raised his gaze, Pest grimaced at the stench of illness coming from the man. He hated having the ability to smell sickness. The man had been sick for some time and it was probably eating him up inside. Pest gripped the man’s chin and shook it.
“I need you to open your eyes and look at me.”
Pest watched as the man wrinkled his nose and curled his lip before opening his eyes to meet Pest’s gaze. It was like getting socked in the gut when those bright green eyes met his. Even feverish, they were brilliant, the most perfect emerald Pest had ever seen.
“Are you an angel?” Lifting a shaking hand, the stranger rubbed a lock of Pest’s white hair between his fingers.
“Oh man, you’re going to be very disappointed if you believe in angels,” Pest muttered.
A frown marred the man’s forehead. “Who are you? Where am I?”
“What’s your name? Tell me that and I’ll tell you mine again.”
Pest didn’t pull away from the man’s touch as he studied him. A lightly tanned face spoke of a different heritage than the usual Latino descendants Pest ran across in the jungle. Strawberry blond hair stuck up in spikes from sweat, and Pest realized it was from the fever ravaging the younger man’s body rather than the humidity in the air.
“Bartholomew Winston, the third.”
Biting his lip to keep from smiling, Pest said, “Really?”
Nodding, Bartholomew whimpered and wrapped his arms around his stomach. “Will you help me? I think I’m dying.”
“There’s no think about it, Bartholomew.”
Pest didn’t believe in pulling his punches anymore. There wasn’t any sense in lying to the man. He pushed to his feet and Bartholomew reached out to grab his leg.
“Don’t leave me here. I don’t want to die in this forsaken jungle.”
The bitterness in Bartholomew’s voice caught Pest’s attention. Someone who didn’t want to be out here, which was odd, since most people only came to the Amazon because they wanted to visit.
There is beauty in every kind of love, so why not live a life without boundaries? Experiencing everything the world offers fascinates TA and writing about the things that make each of us unique is how she shares those insights. When not writing, TA's watching movies, reading and living life to the fullest.
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