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Damian's Oracle by Lizzy Ford
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Synopsis

Download the sequel Damian's Assassin.

Gaining inspration from Slavic mythology, the path into the ongoing battle between good and evil and the fate of humanity is Damien’s Oracle. Damian, the White God, and his Guardians safeguard the world from the Black God and his monsters while rescue the Naturals: humans born with extraordinary paranormal gifts. obooko.

Sofia, a Natural whose gift will tip the scales in the war, is caught in the middle. Changing from human into oracle, she begins her transformation, the first in thousands of years. Sofia struggles with being both Damian’s mate and her her role as an oracle. All the while she is being haunted by a mysterious man from Damian’s past who is presumed dead.

Also by Lizzy Ford on obooko:

Damian's Assassin by Lizzy FordThe Warlord's Secret by Lizzy fordMaddy's Oasis by Lizzy FordKatie's Hellion by Lizzy FordKatie's Hope by Lizzy FordKiera's Moon by Lizzy Ford

Author's Website : http://www.guerrillawordfare.com/

Excerpt:

“So … did the doc say you’re turning into a vampire?”

Sofia dropped her purse on the desk in her cube without removing her sunglasses. The early December sun couldn’t set fast enough to prevent her pounding headache from growing worse on her drive to work. She ignored the hunk in her cube, hoping he’d take the hint.

“Vampiress,” Jake pressed. “I brought you something.” He held out a bottle of red water.

“You can pretend it’s blood.”

“You have five minutes to leave my cube, or I’ll bite your neck!” she retorted. “Really, what’d the doc say?” Jake grew serious and sat in the spare chair in her cube.

Sofia rubbed her temples. She was better off pulling a random diagnosis out of a hat.

“No brain tumors,” she replied. “Probably not the neurological issue they thought.

They’re looking at other ideas.”

“Do they know what makes you allergic to light and eat raw steaks covered in peanut butter for every meal?”

“They’re not raw, and I only eat them for dinner.” “Did the doc explain your mood swings, too?”

She gritted her teeth. She’d known Jake since her junior year of college. They dated in college, parted ways mutually, and ended up working for the same financial planning firm in Virginia. Normally, she felt privileged that he still gave her the time of day, what with the way he’d turned out – formed like a Greek god with hazel eyes so pretty their boss swooned every time she spoke to him. But today, she didn’t want to be reminded that she’d changed from a normal human being into a sunlight intolerant, moody bitch in the two months since her 28th birthday.

“Think you can talk the boss into letting me come in an hour or two later?” she asked.

“Yeah, easy. I just smile pretty. Doesn’t work on you, but it does on her.” “Thanks, Jake. The headaches are getting worse.”

“Sofi, I’m worried,” he said, softening. “What’s going on?”’

“The doctors don’t know,” she said with a sigh. “They’re flying in a specialist from overseas. They said it might be some sort of rare blood disorder.”

“What the hell does that mean? That they really don’t have a clue?” “Pretty much.”

I googled your symptoms,” Jake said and unfolded a piece of paper. “A lot of bullshit posted by wannabe vampires and Twilight fans. But I found this, too.”

He handed her the page.

“This is fruit punch, by the way,” he said, nudging the bottle of red water towards her. “Your favorite, right?”

“I don’t remember telling you that.”

“Anyway, among the wacko postings, I found this site.”

He held up the paper to reveal a link to a website with a single name and phone number written on it.

Damian Bylun

“What is this?” she asked, accepting the paper.

Jake wiped his mouth the way he did when he admitted to cheating on her eight years ago. She lifted her sunglasses to squint at him.

“It’s a blog this doctor guy keeps. In it, he describes what you’re going through.” “For real?”

“Yeah.”

“How did you find it? I spent days surfing the net. Even Katy tried to help.”

“Aw well, you and your BFF just aren’t as good as The Jake. She’s still a bitch, by the way.”

She rolled her eyes. He’d never gotten over her BFF refusing to date him after she dumped him. Jake’s ego was as large as his size sixteen feet.

“What does he say my symptoms are?”

“I don’t know. His blog is firewalled from here, though, so you should just call him.”

Damian Bylun. It struck a cord deep within her, as if she should know it. Struck by something else, she removed her sunglasses and eyed Jake.

“You know you haven’t spoken to me more than to say hello in five years. I haven’t been able to get you out of my cube for the past two weeks. What’s up with that, Jake?”

He chuckled and rubbed his mouth again.

“I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching and am just trying to … be a better person.”

She could almost see him standing before his mirror practicing the line before going to the bars to pick up chics. But, whatever he was hiding couldn’t be that important.

“I’ll look at this later,” she said. “Go forth and leave me be, The Jake. Leave the punch.”

“Sofia, I really think you should call this guy,” he said, looking her in the eye. “Please.”

A sense of uneasiness ran through her at the gravity in his normally light tone. “Fine, I will.”

He flashed a smile and strode from her cube. Sofia looked at the paper again. She retrieved her cell and tucked the paper into her pocket. Snatching her sunglasses, she almost made it to the door before she heard Lacy’s voice.

“Sofia, can you come see me?”

She grimaced and turned to see the tall blond retreating towards her office. Lacy wore a skirt too short and tight for office wear, but when you’re the boss …

“I noticed you’ve been taking a lot of sick time lately,” Lacy said as she entered. “Yeah, I’m having some issues,” Sofia replied.

“Jake told me. HR passed it to upper management. I need you to bring in some sort of paperwork from your doctor stating what’s wrong.”

“They don’t know what’s wrong. I can bring you another one of the notes verifying that’s where I am when I’m missing work.”

Lacy looked up from the memo in her hands.

“What do you mean? They’re doctors. Of course they know what’s wrong. And those notes aren’t good enough.”

“They really don’t know,” she said again.

“I can’t make reasonable accommodations for you if I don’t know what’s wrong.” “That makes no sense, Lacy. If I have a doctor’s note saying I’m under their care,

isn’t that good enough until they figure it out?” Lacy arched a delicate eyebrow.

“No, it’s not,” she snapped. “I need a diagnosis, and I need a treatment plan.” “A what?”

“You deaf now, too?”

Sofia bit her tongue. She lacked Jake’s golden tongue, and her bluntness had gotten her in trouble more than once. Normally she acquiesced in favor of a paycheck, but Lacy’s demand was bizarre, even by Lacy-standards.

“Look, Lacy, I’m not trying to be difficult. I’m so frustrated right now. I just came back from a battery of tests that said nothing’s wrong with me.”