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Best selling author L.M. Pruitt has done it again! Her paranormal
romance series WINGED is one volume deeper and has even more hot guys, tough chicks and ass-kicking
action.
romance series WINGED is one volume deeper and has even more hot guys, tough chicks and ass-kicking
action.
L.M. Pruitt's Winged Series contains explicit content, sexual situations,
violence and scenes involving drug abuse ... Reader discretion is advised.
violence and scenes involving drug abuse ... Reader discretion is advised.
ABOUT L.M. Pruitt
L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she's killed bamboo. Twice. She is the author of the Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel. Her current series, WINGED, is about the choice one woman makes after dying.The first four books in the series are available now. Ms. Pruitt is releasing the next book in the series, ALLIANCE, November 2013.
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Winged
I fell from the Talmadge Bridge the week before I turned thirty. I was given a choice: Go to Heaven. Go back to my life in Savannah. Or spend eternity fighting evil under the direction of the archangels. I chose the demons--and the angels. I chose the Winged.
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Uprising
In the last year, Joanne Watson has died, fallen in love, fought demons and earned her Wings. None of that compares to what's coming next.... Life as a member of the Winged isn't perfect--or easy. There's always some new camp drama. There's always a demon ready for a fight. There's always death. And now there's the Resistance. Joanne must choose again, this time between her fellow Winged and their burning desire for change or the archangels and the eternal vow she made. Even in the afterlife, one truth remains--everything ends
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Lost 
In the last year, Joanne Watson has survived repeated attempts on her life, wholesale slaughter, and the dissolution on the cornerstone of her new existence. And the hard times are only beginning. As the line between right and wrong, friend and foe, and good and evil continue to blur, Joanne is forced to face another irrefutable fact. The most dangerous demons to fight are the ones you can't see.
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Hunt 
The last six months have seen more death and destruction than any could have predicted. And the war is only beginning. With the fight taking Joanne and her friends from city streets to abandoned farms to the center of the earth, only one thing is certain. The hunters are now the hunted.
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AllianceThe Fallen have one goal--storm the gates of Heaven and reclaim their heritage.
The Winged have one mission--to prevent it all costs. From North America to Africa, Europe to South American, the stage is being set for the final battle, the one to end all worlds, and with it comes an ugly truth. Keep your friends close--and your enemies closer.
Praise For The Winged Series
"I LOVE this series and I cannot wait for more!! I love Pruitt's imagination. The story is fantastic from the first sentence of the first book and I could not put these books down!"
"I read this book over 5 months ago and am still having trouble putting my thoughts into words. This 3rd installment in the Winged Series by L. M. Pruitt was a gut wrenching read for me. It was dark, thought provoking and hit me between the eyes"
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Want to Get to Know Alliance better? Want to see a bit of the Ass-kicking action,
tough chicks and hot guys? Check out this excerpt from L.M. Pruitt's latest Alliance
tough chicks and hot guys? Check out this excerpt from L.M. Pruitt's latest Alliance
“If we’re going to do this, we need to do it now.” Raquel’s voice in my ear startled me and I pulled too tight on Kaleanne’s strap.
He waited until I rectified the mistake before continuing. “The longer we stand here, the more nervous
this bunch will get.”
He waited until I rectified the mistake before continuing. “The longer we stand here, the more nervous
this bunch will get.”
“Let’s go, then.” Stepping back, I resisted the urge to check my gun one last time. Looking
at the six soldiers—I couldn’t in all fairness refer to them as recruits anymore—in front of me, I forced a
smile. “Last one in the church has medic duty.”
at the six soldiers—I couldn’t in all fairness refer to them as recruits anymore—in front of me, I forced a
smile. “Last one in the church has medic duty.”
Aron kicked the door open, blinding sunlight flooding the small room. Sketching a half bow
in my direction, he said, “Ladies first.”
in my direction, he said, “Ladies first.”
“Bet your ass.” I drew my gun as I sprinted out the door, finger on the trigger against every
safety mandate. I caught sight of gray wings at the far right edge of my vision, ten or fifteen feet out.
I pulled on the trigger with only the slightest of aims, barely feeling the recoil. The only indication I hit
anything was the howl of pain and rage.
safety mandate. I caught sight of gray wings at the far right edge of my vision, ten or fifteen feet out.
I pulled on the trigger with only the slightest of aims, barely feeling the recoil. The only indication I hit
anything was the howl of pain and rage.
Hopefully it would prove a big enough distraction to aid the others. Even one second might
make all the difference.
make all the difference.
Something with tentacles and the head of a man charged from the left. I took the time to
aim for the center of its forehead, firing two shots before continuing my sprint. One probably would
have sufficed—the bullets were supernatural, guaranteed to impart maximum damage.
aim for the center of its forehead, firing two shots before continuing my sprint. One probably would
have sufficed—the bullets were supernatural, guaranteed to impart maximum damage.
The tentacles just freaked me out.
I hesitated at the next target—only because of Barry. But when Delilah raised a sword as
long as my torso, self-preservation overcame any possible sense of guilt. My only concession to her
father was to aim for her shoulder—both of them, to be on the safe side. She dropped the sword and
bent double, screaming, and I leaped over her.
long as my torso, self-preservation overcame any possible sense of guilt. My only concession to her
father was to aim for her shoulder—both of them, to be on the safe side. She dropped the sword and
bent double, screaming, and I leaped over her.
“You shot my sister.” Aron drew level with me, not winded in the least despite the run.
“You’re my father’s friend and you shot her.”
“You’re my father’s friend and you shot her.”
“Twice. His friend, not hers.” I took down another demon, something with
honest to God horns and a tail. “Less talking, more shooting.”
honest to God horns and a tail. “Less talking, more shooting.”
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