This story is an interesting mix–part thriller, part horror, part fantasy…and somehow those elements not only worked well together but created an enthralling story that I had trouble putting down. With deft plotting and an unforgettable climax, this tour de force reminiscent of early Anne Rice will win Due a new legion of fans. Harrowing, engrossing and skillfully rendered, My Soul to Keep traps Jessica between the desperation of immortals who want to rob her of her life and a husband who wants to rob her of her soul. Instead, David vows to invoke a forbidden ritual to keep Jessica and his daughter with him forever. Now, his immortal brethren have decided David must return and leave his family in Miami. Soon, as people close to Jessica begin to meet violent, mysterious deaths, David makes an unimaginable confession: More than 400 years ago, he and other members of an Ethiopian sect traded their humanity so they would never die, a secret he must protect at any cost. Yet she still feels something about him is just out of reach. When Jessica marries David, he is everything she wants in a family man: brilliant, attentive, ever youthful.
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