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For the past three years, Charlie has fought against the power growing inside her—the strange sparks of light are painful but brutally intoxicating. Just like her dreams of a gray-eyed warrior.

After fighting an unknown creature while hiking, Charlie is aided by a friendly stranger, Logan. But Logan is not who he pretends to be…

When Charlie discovers her dark dreams are not just fantasies but linked to missing men in San Diego, she delves into a world beyond her own—a world of darkness, love, and war… The War of Fate.

The Songs of Fate by K.W. Hall

Excerpt 

The frigid waters cooled my fevered skin and soothed the aching burn deep in my mind. Gentle currents tugged me deeper into the darkness, blanketing me in its icy depths. 

My body stilled as I waited. My raven locks ebbed freely through the water, blending with the current until they were one and the same. 

I recognized him before I saw him. 

He lurked behind the cobalt blue veil of ocean. His perilous warmth reached my body before he extended his hand to me. His palm was embedded with an onyx black symbol. It pulsed with power—a strength that called to me. I paused and looked into his eyes.

His eyes were not just gray. They illuminated the darkness, glowing like liquid silver, twisting and raging in a deadly storm.

I could almost taste the intoxicating notes of citrus and nectar that lingered on his tongue. My hand twitched with the anticipation of touching him again, but with his kiss came so much more. 

I swallowed quickly. My throat constricted at the memory. 

The water tugged at my clothes. My shirt clung to my shoulders and swayed around my abdomen. The water weighed me down. 

Every time we met he seemed closer, more familiar, more dangerous.

I reached for him, craving the sight of his eyes as much as his treacherous kiss. 

His bronzed arms were streaked with white scars up to his neck. He came closer, not yet within reach, but I could view a thick brand cut into his bare chest. His torso was lean. His arms appeared to have been sculpted from black obsidian. 

I licked my lips. Fear coated my tongue. I couldn’t be here again… I had to escape. I struggled, my hands slicing through the water, kicking away from him. 

I knew what he would do.

Gray Eyes continued to grasp for me as the water pulsed around him. 

I couldn’t look away from the strange marking on his palm. The lines were sharp and intricate, melding and swirling together. They looked ancient and threatening, like the man that was before me.

I thrashed in the ocean.

He was now only a whisper away from gripping my arm. His opposite hand held a dagger, slightly eclipsed in the murky waters. The knife was long and wicked, forged with a golden-tipped handle and strange markings etched down the blade.

I couldn’t control my movements. My body was not mine anymore. 

His hand wrapped around my forearm, and I felt like I was being ripped apart. White lightning struck behind my eyes. My body went still. The pain was ecstasy. I was drawn to him without my consent by a force I couldn’t fight. 

He dropped his chin, and his lips brushed mine. A slight kiss. Barely a caress.

Oh yes… this was what I wanted.

His temptingly warm lips whispered foreign words before returning to mine. The sweet taste of his mouth fought for supremacy against the burning in my mind. 

I could feel myself lean into his kiss. My hands went to touch him, to sweep the black hair away from his face. I wanted to see the face of the man who had haunted me for years. I had tried so many times, but the darkness always veiled his face. 

His arm snaked around my back. His blazing palm pressed me closer to his bare chest, and I kept reaching for him. I needed more. I wanted more.

The cold edge of the blade glided up my arm. The dagger’s edge brushed over my delicate skin. He stroked the tip over my shoulder, teasing me with the blade. 

His lips hovered over mine as the silver edge continued its path up my body. My tongue swept out to his lips on its own volition. He withdrew his mouth from mine and firmly held the tip of the blade over my heart…

 

K.W. Hall made the leap into romance writing at the beginning of 2021. She hasn’t looked back after leaving her career as a registered nurse to pursue her dream of writing steamy romance novels. In her previous life, she completed a Bachelor of Science in Nursing from Belmont, a Bachelor of Arts in Anthropology from the University of Alabama, and a Master of Science in Exercise Physiology from Auburn University. After years of searching, she realized creating new worlds of romance and adventure was her calling. 

 

Raised as an Army brat, K.W. lived all over the southern United States during her childhood. She currently resides in Honolulu, Hawaii with her own warrior husband. When not reading or writing, she can be found running the sandy beaches of Oahu. Okay, that wasn’t completely truthful. More likely, she is staring at the waves with a drink in her hand. 

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Guest Post: The Songs of Fate

Defining Love

The Songs of Fate follows Charlie, a widowed doctoral student on her journey into a world of love, darkness, and war… The War of Fate. Charlie finds herself torn between two men—Logan, a man with his own secrets, and a gray-eyed warrior from her dreams. Charlie is split between two very different men with histories that could not be more opposite. However, she craves both. In The Songs of Fate, a darkness is seeping over worlds, destroying them, and Charlie finds herself in the middle of the war. She is destined for a life beyond what she ever imagined. A life she never asked for. In the middle of the chaos, she cannot explain or define what her heart feels, and if it is allowed.

In our society, some are taught love must be a certain way or come from a certain person. For Charlie, she has only known the love of her husband and lost it when he died. Now, she struggles with the question: what do you do when you heart doesn’t fit into the rules of love anymore? She realizes perhaps love doesn’t have rules. But then Charlie is faced with the dilemma—if there isn’t a rulebook for love, how do you know what is fair? 

As an anthropology major myself, I have researched the different customs of various cultures regarding marriage, doweries, and kinship, but it seems love is not so clearly defined.

In ancient cultures around the world, polyandry or polygamy were the norm. In other cultures, and in much of today’s society, monogamy and marriage is the standard. Is this because it was the only idea or framework of love taught to us? What if we weren’t shown examples of couples, groups, or ways of love? If we had to figure out what love meant without a background on the subject, I am not so sure anyone would be able to define the word ‘love.’

This concept of love is explored throughout The Songs of Fate with many different characters. Some are born into world where the term ‘love’ does not exist, while others are born into worlds where there are hundreds of words for ‘love.’ As a romantic at heart, I tend to lean toward the cultures that have many different meanings and terms for love. Not just romantic love, but friendship, marriage, child love, parent love, sibling love, passionate love, enduring love, and my favorite—the beginning of love.

I hope you enjoy reading The Songs of Fate—exploring new worlds of romance through the eyes of Charlie as she experiences all the facets of love. I’m always interested to hear your definition of love. 

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