Title: The Watcher
Authors: Lisa Voisin
Blast Organizer: I Am A Reader, Not A Writer
Release Date: February 26, 2013
Millennia ago, he fell from heaven for her.
Can he face her without falling again?
Fascinated with ancient civilizations, seventeen-year-old Mia Crawford dreams of becoming an archaeologist. She also dreams of wings—soft and silent like snow—and somebody trying to steal them.
When a horrible creature appears out of thin air and attacks her, she knows Michael Fontaine is involved, though he claims to know nothing about it. Secretive and aloof, Michael evokes feelings in Mia that she doesn’t understand. Images of another time and place haunt her. She recognizes them—but not from any textbook.
In search of the truth, Mia discovers a past life of forbidden love, jealousy and revenge that tore an angel from Heaven and sent her to an early grave. Now that her soul has returned, does she have a chance at loving that angel again? Or will an age-old nemesis destroy them both? Ancient history is only the beginning.
Praise for The Watcher
“Voisin’s The Watcher blends paranormal mystery and romance into a book that is sure to keep readers turning the pages late into the night.” – Eileen Cook, author of The Almost Truth
“Perfect for fans of angels and demons, Lisa Voisin has created an uplifting tale of redemption, love, and spirituality that gives hope. Never preachy, The Watcher is the perfect answer to critics who claim Young Adult literature is too dark.” – Stephanie Lawton, author of Want and Shrapnel
“The Watcher is stunning! A paranormal romance that you won’t want to put down. Voisin will enthrall you until the very last page.” – Stephanie Keyes, author, The Star Child series
“Grips the reader, pulls them in and leaves them cheering for good!” – InD’tale Magazine
“The Watcher is my favorite angel fiction tale yet.” – Katrina, blogger at Kindred Dreamheart
“This book is phenomenal! I was hooked in right away and didn’t want to stop.” – Michelle, blogger at Michelle’s Paranormal Vault
Instead of saying more, he brushed his fingertips along my cheek, and his halo glimmered. I could hear the waves slapping the rocks behind us, the wind driving them in. That same wind whipped against my skin, but the touch of his hand on my face was all I could think about. It sent a current through both of us and filled me with longing for something I wasn’t sure I understood.