Tarnished Choices Book One

By Crymsyn Hart

How can Cassie pick between the two beings she loves? Is she willing to pay the price for her choice, since these are not two ordinary suitors? One is a demon and the other an angel. If she picks one, she looses the other. If she doesn’t decide, her very soul is in jeopardy. Who will Cassie decide on? Is she willing to give up one for the other? Will she choose the angelic or the demonic?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Purple Sword Publications
• Release date: Aug 20, 2009
• ISBN: 9781936165124

Crymsyn Hart

Crymsyn Hart is a bestselling author of Erotic Romance. Her worlds are filled with luscious vampires, gorgeous gods, quirky witches, and everything else that goes bump in the night. Hell, there is even a delicious cheesecake god floating around, but if I were you I wouldn’t eat his brownie cheesecake. Crymsyn worked as a psychic for many years in Boston while attending Emerson College. She graduated with a BFA in Writing, Literature, & Publishing. When she gets bored, she sneaks away to local cemeteries and coffee shops to find peace and quiet. Granted, graveyards might be a great place for the dead, but she still has to listen to their chattering. It can get annoying when all you want to do is write, but she can tell you quite a ghost story. Crymsyn shares her life with a small zoo, two playful puppies and her hubby Mark. If you come after dark, you’re more than likely to find her snuggled up with a gory horror movie, or a bloody vampire movie. Crymsyn has a collection of Living Dead Dolls and five bookshelves overflowing with books. Of course there's always room for more.

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TARNISHED CHOICES – Book One

Copyright © 2009 Crymsyn Hart. All rights reserved worldwide.

ISBN 978-1-936165-12-4

Cover Art Designed By Anastasia Rabiyah

Edited By Traci Markou

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Tarnished Choices

By

Crymsyn Hart

PROLOGUE

Two years before…

Cassie, will you hurry up? We’re going to be late!

Poking my head out of the window, I saw Stephanie, my older sister, in the driveway with the car running. She was as anxious to get up to the lake as I was. Eric was waiting for her. We had told Mom and Dad we were going to meet up with the rest of the cheerleading squad for our end of the year cookout. Only half of that was true. Stephanie was going to sneak away and leave me on my own to have fun with the other cheerleaders. Part of me shivered to think why I had joined up with the peppy pains in my ass in the first place. I think it was to show Stephanie I could be just as good at it as she was.

I’m coming. I just needed to find my eyeliner, I yelled back. A groan escaped her lips when I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. I was the different one in the family. My hair was sunset red. I had pale skin and green eyes, and accented them with heavy eyeliner. My face was pale so I didn’t need any make-up to pull off my Goth attire. All my clothes were second-hand bargains and treasures I had plucked off the dollar rack from the local thrift store. I checked my appearance one more time, satisfied with the burgundy and white striped tights that made my legs look like candy canes, short black lacy miniskirt, and my favorite Korn T-shirt. None of the other cheerleaders even listened to the same genre of music I did. When I tried out for the squad last year, they all thought at first that I was some kind of a freak and had humored me because I was Stephanie’s little sister.

Stephanie...captain of the squad, yearbook editor, National Honors, and the list went on. My sister was the all-American girl, reddish-blonde hair, great body, perfect tits, and a smattering of freckles on her buttermilk skin. Nothing was wrong with her. She was even perky without putting on an act, and we got along great. She accepted me for my moods. No questions asked. When our parents thought I was doing drugs or into some weird occult shit, she told them to lay off. I was following the beat of my own Gothic drum.

I smiled, thinking about her. We’d been keeping Eric a secret from our parents, since Mom was against Stephanie seeing him. He was the local bad boy, but hotter than hell and adored Stephanie. I, on the other hand, had actually befriended most of the vivacious girls on the cheerleading squad and showed them there was more to image than what they thought. Of course it had taken me bringing them to the State Championships last year to do it, but hey, no big deal. Now my sister was getting ready to graduate, and the girls were in line for a new captain. Everyone said it was me. I laughed at the thought. It really was funny, but hell, whatever.

Took you long enough, my sister muttered. She revved the engine and we headed out of town. She had the radio on, and I turned it up to listen to the new Godsmack song until the bass became a second heartbeat. I got so lost in the music I hadn’t realized she was yelling at me. I turned it down.

What?

I asked are you excited about being named captain?

I shrugged. It was never a life goal of mine, being leader of a pack of girls who egged on sweaty jocks. Guess so. What about you? Looking forward to college?

I’m not going.

Her statement was a bombshell. I turned the radio off. What do you mean you’re not going? Mom and Dad are going to kill you! What gives? You’re not pregnant, are you?

Stephanie laughed. No. Thank God. I talked to Mom, and told her I’m joining the Army. She doesn’t like it, but what’s she going to say about it?

I looked at my sister and started laughing. She was not serious. I glanced out the window and watched the scenery whiz by. We had left