Sometimes a head start has a price... Jillian and her sister have been on the run for longer than either will ever admit to (a lady never tells her age) but sometimes even the most dedicated fugitives have to stop running, and start fighting. I was already having the day from hell when two angry druids stormed into my shop. Druids in my shop was bad. Very bad. Their presence in my place of business was a disaster no matter how you looked at it, but the fact that I knew these two druids in particular was an outright catastrophe. The fact that they happened to hate my guts certainly wasn't going to help matters, though it was hardly surprising. Even druids who didn't know me cursed at the sound of my name...

From the author: Okay, so there's good news and bad news. The bad news is I still don't have a release date for Crossing Fire (Heretic Daughters: Book Two) The good news? I do have a cover and a little teaser for you! Here it is:) Crossing Fire http://rklilley.com/index/#/crossing-... Update September 6th 2017: Happy Labor Day everyone! Crossing Fire is still the next book on the release schedule. The book is coming along nicely. We are hoping to have a preorder for the book soon. Thanks everyone for their patience! ~Chris Lilley Okay, so there's good news and bad news. The bad news is I still don't have a release date for Crossing Fire (Heretic Daughters: Book Two) The good news? I do have a cover and a little teaser for you! Here it is:) JILLIAN It had always been clear to me that we had different songs playing in our heads. My music was usually more of a death metal battle march that involved a lot of blood being spilt. Dom’s…oh Dom’s music was something that a romantic Irish poet would listen to, whatever the fuck that might be. He was a warrior, but I’d always known he had a poet’s soul. There could be no denying that it was one of the things I loved most about him. Still, it had always made everything hard. It was so hard to be the other half of someone’s perfect love story when you were as imperfect as me. I’d always known I’d fuck it all up. It had only been a matter of time. DOM It had always been as clear as day to me that it was fate that brought us together. Our love was written in the stars as clearly as ink on paper, but I knew she couldn’t read it. She was no star gazer. And certainly no dream chaser. Her feet were planted too firmly on the ground.