Penemuae (The Watchers of Enoch Series)
by Lea Barrymire
Genre: Sci-Fi, Mythology Romance
Therefore shall they never find peace…
The temptations of love and lust brought the two hundred Watchers together. When they decided earthly possessions were more important than divine instruction, they were bound to each other, and the Earth, forever as punishment.
The Watchers can feel change coming…
After three thousand years, and more heartache than Watcher General Penemuae can remember, all he wants is an end. Exhausted in heart and soul, he lives to fight the Nephilim and atone for his disgrace, his only objective to rid the Earth of evil. Until the day he meets her. Evelyn, the human woman who shouldn’t have survived, who can see things she shouldn’t, who makes him want things he’s sworn not to desire again.
Face to face with evil, Evelyn finally has to accept there is more on earth than mere humans when she becomes the target of an immortal malevolence. Saved by an avenging angel with eyes dark as night and remorse to match, she finds herself in the middle of a fight she may not survive.
Lea lives in Western New York with her hubby, three children, and miscellaneous critters. Before the rug rats, she lived a life of adventure, following her husband all over Europe with the US military. She's slept in a car outside Paris, drove six hours just to see tulips in the Netherlands, and knocked ash from her shoes at Pompeii. Now she spends her time in life's adventures at soccer games, PTA meetings and school plays.
Lea has loved reading from a very young age, spending many sleepless nights devouring books. Science fiction and paranormal were her favorite genres to read as a teenager, and that love bled into her adult life. She started writing during a bout of insomnia, to fill time, and found it filled a creative void. Now she communes regularly with the characters in her head and tries not to laugh out loud when they say something funny.
When Lea isn't reading, writing or corralling kids, she enjoys watching movies and sciencey shows, or just kicking back and listening to some music.
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As the sobs shook Beth’s small shoulders, Evelyn whispered against her head. “I promise. You can do it, I know you can.”
They stood together like that for a few moments. Evelyn kept patting Beth’s back, as the girl continued to cry quietly. Evelyn’s heart broke for the teen. No one should have to face this much horror, fear and anger at such a young age. If she could shelter all of them, she’d open her house to her entire group of girls.
“I don’t want this baby. But I couldn’t kill it either.”
The quiet mumble against her shoulder brought Evelyn from her thoughts. “You don’t have to raise it; there are hundreds of families looking to adopt. You know that, we’ve talked about it in class.”
Beth sniffled a few times, clinging to Evelyn’s back as if she was a life preserver on a tumultuous sea. “How do we know, though, if the family is going to be good? I thought my foster families would be good to me too, but they weren’t. How do I know someone will do better for this baby?”
How indeed. “Do you trust me enough to let me help you find a family for the baby? We can interview them together.”
Beth leaned back and wiped tears from her face. “I don’t know. I mean, meeting a bunch of families and watching them glare at me like I’m trash doesn’t sound like fun.”
“We’ll think of something. I promise. But know this.” Evelyn touched a finger to Beth’s cheek. “You are not alone, you are not bad, you are not being punished for anything. I know people, can feel their hearts, and yours, Bethany Dilmont, is pure and good.”
A small smile played around Beth’s mouth. “You’re weird, Ms. Matthews, but I like you anyway.”
Watching the young girl wander away with the ever present bulge under her shirt hurt Evelyn’s heart. If she could’ve done anything at all to save Beth and the rest of the girls the pain and suffering they’d already endured she would. The one skill she did possess that could make a difference was the one she couldn’t exactly explain to others. The ability to read people and tell if they were good or had bad intentions was Evelyn’s dirty little secret. One of them anyway. The other she didn’t even like to think about, let alone try to use.
A shiver raced down her spine and the hairs on the back of her neck stood. Thinking about them wasn’t a good idea, especially at night when she’d be walking to her car alone. They scared the shit out of her. And being the only one that could see them scared her even more.