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Voted Best Bad Boy of 2015 by InnerGoddess Forum!
Sean’s one of the four core characters in the Primani Series. He shines in every book but his backstory is told in Darkness Calling (Primani Book Five). I absolutely adore Sean. He’s an amazing soldier with a dry, sarcastic sense of humor. He’s one of the toughest fighters I’ve created, yet he is profoundly gentle with his young son. I’ve thrown so much at him, but he always manages to come out stronger. Check out his official dossier:
Name: Sean O’Cahan
Job: Primani Tactical Expert
Key Skills: Hand-to-Hand Combat, Explosives, Martial Arts
Primani Powers: Controlling Behavior, Adjusting memories, Teleporting, Ghosting, Mindreading
Weapons: Silver Primani Blade, 10-inch Military Knife, Sig Sauer P250, H&K 417 Rifle
Weaknesses: Pride, Camaros, Mica
Background: Irish Druid/German Celt
Birthdate: 112 AD
Favorite Accessory: Combat Boots
Here is a small example of why he’s just so damn swoon worthy! This comes from Darkness Calling:
“Listen to me.” He enfolded her in his arms with their faces inches apart. “We all have darkness in our pasts. It comes with immortality. I’m not going to judge you, Ais. The angels know how much I’ve slipped over the centuries. I’ve got no lily white soul.”
He smoothed his hands over her arms in a gesture of comfort that was becoming oddly normal. “The fact is my soul’s scarred, pitted, and stretched out with all of the battles I’ve put it through. At the end of the day? I’m Primani. I do what it takes. My methods haven’t always been sanctioned, but I do what I need to finish the mission.”
A little tease for you...
Marissa had potential. Without conscious thought, Faolan reached for her hand and she gave it to him. She had beautiful fingers, long, slim, graceful. Her breath caught in a sigh when he turned her palm and pressed it to his mouth. Inhaling slowly, savoring her scent, he brushed his lips across the fluttering pulse on the tender skin of her wrist. Her heart rate picked up to a demanding thud that spoke of want, of need. As he skimmed her wrist again, he let his mind empty of thoughts of work, of demons, of killing. If she was willing, he would take her.
Curious? Stay tuned for more of Faolan's story.