Nichole Giles, the author of DESCENDANT, BIRTHRIGHT, and WATER SO DEEP, has lived in Nevada, Arizona, Utah, and Texas. She is a huge fan of all things paranormal and magical. Her dreams include owning a garden full of fairies, riding a unicorn, and taming the pet dragon she adopted at a recent local ComiCon. His name is Zane. She also loves to spend time with her husband and four children, travel to tropical and exotic destinations, drive in the rain with the convertible top down, and play music at full volume so she can sing along.
Q&A With the Author:
Describe yourself in 50 words
for free, young-looking, old-feeling mother of the bride x2, justice-seeking,
judgment-hating, preacher of compassion and spreading love. Creative and
scatterbrained, lives a life of organized chaos. Free-spirited, sun-worshiping
summer lover. Down with winter!
What do you love most in the
then probably the ocean.
What do you fear most?
ones, despite a deep understanding/belief that death is not the end. We’ve lost
a lot of them over the last few years—and even knowing that doesn’t temper the
ache of missing those who have moved on. Also, I think taxes. Because isn’t
that what people always say? Death and taxes?
When Abby’s best friend is kidnapped by demons, Abby and Kye abandon their search and launch a rescue attempt that morphs into a battle, the outcome of which will determine if Abby and her friends have what it takes to rid the world of demons, or if the royal bloodline and the Gifted generation will be obliterated once and for all.
hall to our room, dragging my suitcase behind me. He opens the door and waves
me ahead of him. Dropping my bags on the floor, I stumble to the bed and fall
backward onto it to stare at the ceiling. Kye’s face appears above mine. “You
tension between us. “I hope so. If you didn’t, I couldn’t.” He sits next to me
and runs his fingers down my jaw, across my cheek. “I thought it would be good
to have some time alone. We should talk before we get to Kiersten’s.”
I can’t prevent the catch in my voice. “More confessions?”
my collar bone and shoulder. “No. But I think we need to at least try to make a
plan, figure out where we’re going—what comes next. Sleeping arrangements.” He
glances meaningfully at the pillows. “Didn’t occur to me until now that maybe I
should ask for a double. We’ve been sharing for long enough that I just