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The Watcher: The Watcher Saga, #1

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The Watcher: The Watcher Saga, #1

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Aug 16, 2015


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. 

Aug 16, 2015

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The Watcher - Lisa Voisin


The Watcher


Lisa Voisin

The characters and events in this book are fictitious.  Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, places, or events is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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The Watcher

Copyright © 2013 Lisa Voisin

All rights reserved.

ISBN-13: (Print)978-0-9856562-2-5

ISBN-13: (ebook)978-0-9856562-1-8

Inkspell Publishing

5764 Woodbine Ave.

Pinckney, MI 48169

Edited By . Rie Langdon

Cover art By Najla Qamber

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Library of Congress Control Number:  2013900872

Books in the Watcher Series:

The Watcher

The Angel Killer

The Warrior Prophet

Praise for The Watcher:

Voisin's story builds in strength, easing readers into Mia's first encounter with another realm and drawing them on, inescapably, to the shocking discovery at the novel's heart. Inventive, romantic, and filled with tension, this is a great start to an intriguing series.  —A.M. Dellamonica, author of INDIGO SPRINGS and BLUE MAGIC.—winner of the Sunburst Award for Indigo Springs.

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

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

Filled with forbidden love and a war between good and evil. If you are a fan of the Twilight Saga and The Mortal Instrument series, you will love this book.—Selena Lost in Thought

This book was amazing and grabbed me from the very first chapter.—Angie Stanton-Johnson at Twinsie Talk Book Reviews

[A] deliciously captivating story, that definitely earned FIVE STARS! —Iris, from Booksessions



For Matthew

Chapter One

I’d never seen a dead body before.

The man lay on the ground near an uprooted tree stump with his face turned away. His tangled gray hair glimmered like ancient pewter in the late summer sun. He wore plaid pants with muddy cuffs and leather shoes split with holes. His tattered brown coat, stained from years of wear, was far too warm for daytime. Had he been here all night?

Was he even breathing? Somebody should check. But since I was alone in the middle of a park, at the intersection of two heavily-wooded trails, somebody meant me.

If he were dead, his skin would be cold, but I didn’t want to touch him to find out. I couldn’t help him if he needed serious medical attention. I couldn’t even call 9-1-1. My cell phone was dead on the sofa at home. If only I could call Mom at the hospital. She’d know what to do.

He could be sleeping. I watched for the rise and fall of his chest. Either it wasn’t moving or my mind was playing tricks on me. I pulled a tissue from my purse and leaned over to place it in front of his nose. Loud cawing startled me. I vaulted, staggered over the man, and almost fell right on top of him.

Behind me, a crow landed on a high cedar branch and fluffed its shiny black wings.

Stupid crow. I turned back to the man.

The air chilled. Hoarfrost trickled down my spine, and over the aroma of cedar and damp earth I smelled rotten eggs. Covering my nose, I backed away.

A sharp pain pulsed behind my eyes, followed by a high-pitched hum. Squinting, I saw a hazy shadow appear over the man, the kind you see when clouds pass over the sun.

The shadow started to move, undulating at first, then roiling and twisting into a heavy smoke that grew darker, more substantial. Inky blackness folded in on itself like boiled tar, forming first a head, then a muzzle as the darkness stretched out into a neck...body...four legs.

What kind of shadow does this?

Then it growled.

My stomach clenched into a tiny fist, and a voice inside me shouted: Run. Now!

I sprinted down one of the trails, scanning the forest for any sign of shadows. The path narrowed until it was barely a few feet wide, and the gravel beneath me surrendered to dirt. Soon I was dodging serpentine roots and mossy, fallen logs. Low-hanging branches caught in my hair. My pace slowed. In the dense underbrush, looming trees birthed shadows everywhere, none of them like the one I’d just seen.

I stopped. Listened. Heard my own breathing and the whooshing of cars from the main road. In the distance, seagulls screeched at each other. Closer were more crows. Perhaps it was safe.

With a sudden crashing of leaves, the shadowy creature bounded through the underbrush, baring its teeth. Solid now, and huge, it was bigger than any dog, with fur so black as to absorb the light and red eyes that glowed like lasers. I tried to scream, but the air had been sucked from my lungs. I made only a dry rasp.

My heart hammering against my ribs, I pressed through a wall of branches to an open clearing and made a dash for it. The creature was on my heels, but then it flickered and faded back into the shadows like a ghost.

Looking for it, I twisted and tripped, bashing my knee. The creature melted out from the branches. Would shadow teeth hurt as bad as real ones?

I tried to get up, but my muscles trembled and refused to work. White static erased my thoughts.

As the creature slowly edged closer, sure of its prey, I closed my eyes, sucked in my breath, and, finally, screamed.

A blinding flash against my eyelids silenced me, so I kept my eyes closed. I heard a strange muttering, a chorus of male and female voices, layers of tones speaking all at once. They were clouded by static.


A breach. I think it’s torn.

Well, seal it.

There’s a girl... No—it can’t be!

We should go.

The voices stopped. A silent wind rushed over me, like a tickling of feathers against my skin. When I opened my eyes, everything around me had calmed. The sun shone brightly overhead and the park was empty. The shadowy creature was gone.

I gulped air into my aching lungs, waiting.

Across the clearing, at least forty yards away, stood a tall figure in a gray T-shirt and jeans. At that distance, I couldn’t tell how old he was. All I could make out was dark hair, a strong jaw, and the fact that he was staring right at me.

I nearly hollered at him, but stopped. For all I knew, he could be some kind of stalker who followed girls into the park. Or worse. Maybe the shadowy dog was his.

Who the hell are you? I thought.

The guy jolted as though I’d startled him.

Had he heard me? I hadn’t said a word.

Instead of speaking, he turned and walked away.

As I got up, brushing the wet grass off my sore knee and legs, I realized I was shaking. All I had were questions. The body I’d found—who was that? What had just happened? What was that horrible creature? How did it just disappear?

And most important, what did it want with me?

Chapter Two

I arrived at the mall tired and sweaty, with my stomach tangled in knots. The parking lot heaved with shoppers scurrying to take advantage of any last-minute back-to-school sales, while mothers pushed shopping carts filled with screaming kids. Even in public, the slightest shadow creeping along the pavement made me jump.

Inside the mall, my friend Heather lounged by the fountain, checking out the crowds. She waved, and just seeing her sent a flood of relief through me. Dressed in black and white, with her blond hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, everything about her looked crisp and fresh. Unlike me.

Mia. She rushed to hug me. It’s so good to see you.

I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat. I will not cry. Hi, was all I could say.

I know we texted and emailed, but... She paused, her smile fading. I must have looked worse than I thought. You’re flushed. Did you run or something?

Uh, yeah. I tried to stay calm, but my voice wavered. Can I borrow your cell?

She handed it to me. Where’s yours?

It’s dead. Can you believe I left my charger in Denver? My hands trembled as I dialed 9-1-1.

A woman’s voice answered, 9-1-1. What is your emergency?

I don’t know if it’s an emergency or not, I began.

Oh my God. Heather leaned in. Are you okay?

I’m fine. Really, I said to Heather and, covering my ear, spoke into the phone. There’s this old man in the park, and he’s just lying there.

Was he breathing? the woman asked.

I don’t know.

Where exactly is he?

I gave the man’s location, adding, I think he’s homeless.

Okay, we’ll send a cruiser, the woman said.

I hung up and handed the phone back to Heather.

You found a body? she asked.

Before I could answer, Fiona joined us. You guys, Dean’s here! He just texted, and he wants to hang out. Smiling, she bobbed up and down on her toes, which made her seem even taller.

Now? Heather asked.

Yeah. Fiona’s cell phone chirped. She checked it, her smile growing even brighter. He’s nearby.

Well, it’s about time, I guess, Heather said as Fiona typed her response. You’ve been dropping hints all summer. If he didn’t ask you out, I was going to ask him for you.

"The Dean? I asked. My mind fuzzy, I strained to catch up. Dean Wilson? The one you’ve been crazy about all year?"

Fiona turned to me, as though she’d just noticed I was there. Hey, Mia, how was your summer? She scanned my sweater and blue sundress. Cute outfit.

Thanks, I said, checking it for grass.

You’ve got a twig. Fiona motioned to the back of her strawberry-blond mane to show me, but when I touched my hair I didn’t feel anything, so she smiled and pulled it out herself. What happened to you? You look...

I knew what the next word out of her mouth should have been. She was holding back.

My legs still shook, so I perched on the edge of the fountain and contemplated how to explain what had happened. Part of me was screaming not to speak of it. Ever. As though talking about it would make it real. But it couldn’t be. Could it?

Both my friends were staring at me. My mouth was no doubt hanging open. I needed to say something.

I–I’m not sure. I hugged my knees into my chest. I saw this old man and he wasn’t moving, and then this dog came at me. At least I think it was a dog. What else could it have been? Remembering its red eyes, the way its form flickered and disappeared, I shuddered.

Are you okay? asked Fiona. I’d spaced out again.

I nodded.

What kind of dog? Heather asked.

What kind of dog, indeed. It was huge and black, with a long muzzle, like Anubis. I knew my reference was strange, but Heather had seen enough Egyptian art at my place to know what I meant.

Fiona sat beside me and smoothed the hem of her denim miniskirt. Maybe it was a bear.

Heather was her usual skeptical self. A bear? In West Seattle?

Yeah. I saw this movie last week. It was set in New York after the apocalypse. A bear took over the city and started to eat people.

"Oh my God, Fiona. Apocalypse? You don’t believe those horror movies you watch, do you?" Heather asked, hands on her hips.

Until this morning, I would have agreed with her. But what I saw could have come from a horror film. Not a bear, though. Something told me this thing was much worse. The memory of it receded, hazy now, as though I were recalling a nightmare.

"Of course I don’t. Fiona crossed her long, lanky arms, ready to scrap. How can you be sure it wasn’t a bear? Wild animals are displaced all the time by deforestation."

It’s probably a stray. Heather turned her attention back to me. What would make it attack you?

I wasn’t carrying dog treats, if that’s what you mean. I meant it as a joke, but there was an edge to my voice. The entire experience had been surreal. How could I ever explain the way that shadow had formed over the old man? Can we talk about something else?

No longer paying attention, Fiona played with her hair and glanced around, no doubt looking for Dean.

Heather pulled a large envelope out of her bag and handed it to me. Here. I found it at a shop in the U district—welcome back.

Wow. Thanks, I said. My hands shook as I opened it, but if Heather noticed, she didn’t say anything.

Inside, on a piece of thin vellum paper, was a black and white design of angel wings, each feather meticulously outlined and shaded. They would fit perfectly between my shoulder blades.

It’s temporary. Goes on matte, the kind they use in the movies.

They’re amazing, Heather, I said, hugging her. Thank you. I’d wanted wings tattooed on my back ever since I first dreamt about them in the tenth grade. But my mom wouldn’t let me get them, not until I was at least eighteen.

A real tattoo is so permanent, Heather said.

That’s the whole point, I said, remembering the wings in my dream. Huge and white, they shimmered in the darkness. Someone was always trying to steal them. They’d become a part of me. No one could take them away.

Fiona turned back to me. How was Denver? she asked. Did you have a nice visit with your dad?

All right. I shrugged. He worked a lot, as usual. More like he was avoiding me. I hadn’t been back in over a year, since Mom and I moved away. This was supposed to be our chance to catch up, but I hardly saw him. He couldn’t even make time to drive me to the airport.

Well, it’s good to have you back, Fiona said. Her attention kept shifting to some guy in the food court. He had caramel-colored hair. When he turned around and waved, I realized it was Dean. I didn’t remember his hair being so light.

Fiona waved back at him and said, I should go.

Heather rolled something cherry-scented on her lips. Text me if you want to meet up later, she said. When she finished glossing, she reached an arm around my back and pulled a dead leaf from my long, tangled brown hair. I brought a brush. Let’s get you tidied up.

Before I could even think about how many strangers had seen me in this state, she had me back on my feet, hurtling into the crowds.


Our next stop, the food court, buzzed like an upset hornet’s nest. It was even shaped like one: circular with at least a dozen vendors along the outside. Inside, a large seating area wrapped itself around a small cluster of palm trees, and a high, Pantheon-shaped glass dome bled direct sunlight on everyone eating below.

Heather rushed off to get herself a smoothie and find us an empty table, but I had no idea what I wanted. I must have walked the perimeter three times before settling on some onion rings and a cola. After I ordered, the woman working the counter gave me a number and told me to wait, so I searched the rotunda for Heather.

Instead, I spotted a tall, broad-shouldered guy with wavy dark hair standing with his back against one of the palm trees. As he scanned the area with a steady, watchful gaze, I noticed his hair, his size, his gray T-shirt and jeans.

The guy from the park!

Instinctively, I ducked behind the garbage station so he couldn’t see me, and wondered what he was doing there. Had he followed me? He was younger than I’d thought, around my age, but that didn’t mean anything. Stalkers didn’t have to be old. In the park, he’d been in shadows. Now, sunlight from the domed ceiling caught the dust particles in the air and bathed him in a golden light—as though he were the Persian sun god Mithra himself—and for a moment, I forgot everything that had happened.

It was one of those rare times where I wished I could paint, just so I could catch the effect of that light playing off his skin. His features belonged in a painting too: straight nose, even jaw, full lips that curled slightly at the edges as though something amused him. Under any other circumstances, I might have found him attractive. That is, if my stomach hadn’t kept turning over from the second I recognized him.

Excuse me, a woman’s voice said right behind me. She startled me so badly I jumped. Number sixty-three?

I turned. The woman who had taken my order handed me my food on a teal-colored tray.

I called several times, she scolded, and shaking her head, walked away.

Wondering if this woman had outed me, I turned back, but the guy was gone. Curiosity outweighing fear, I stepped out from my hiding place. He couldn’t have gone far. Had he run off? Sat down somewhere? Guys that tall usually stood out in crowds, but he had disappeared. When I was sure he wasn’t going to leap out at me from behind one of the palm trees, I went off in search of Heather. I found her sitting at a small table on the other side of the trees.

What took you so long? she demanded.

I raised my tray and made an apologetic face. Had to wait for the onions to grow.

I was so queasy I didn’t know if I could eat at first, but the onion rings and cola slid right down—the miracle of grease and sugar. I kept looking around in case the guy returned. He had to have gone somewhere. He couldn’t have just disappeared.

Is everything okay? You’re acting weird, Heather said.

I don’t want you to freak out.

What do you mean you don’t want me to freak out? she said. What kind of opening is that? Realizing how loud she was getting, she put down her drink and leaned across the table, lowering her voice. Tell me what’s going on.

Well, after the, um, dog chased me...there was this guy staring at me, and I’m not sure, but I think he’s here.

"You think he’s here?"

I might have seen him, I replied.

She sat up, looking around frantically. Do you think he’s following you?

I don’t know, I said, wishing I hadn’t brought it up. There were plenty of guys my age who wore gray T-shirts and jeans. I could probably count a dozen today in the mall alone. Besides, this guy was taller, well over six feet, and broader in the shoulders.

What does he look like? She stood up. We’ll go to security.

No. Grabbing her arm, I pulled her back down. Now I had her fear to deal with as well as my own. I can’t even be sure it was him. I think I’m just freaking out.


"Even if it was him, he hasn’t actually done anything, has he? So he was in the park and now he’s here? That’s not a crime," I said, but I wasn’t sure which one of us needed convincing: me or her.

Taking a long, loud slurp from her almost-empty smoothie, she studied me, no doubt trying to figure out if I was telling the truth. Okay, but if you see him again?

We’ll go right to security, I promised.

Chapter Three

That night, I had the strangest dream.

Two great birds were locked in combat. Talons entwined, they spiraled toward the ground. One of them had blood pooling in holes where its eyes should have been. The other dripped blood from its claws. Behind them, the sky shone a purplish black, the color of bruises, and the air smelled of charcoal. As the birds fell, I kept wishing they would separate, that at least one of them would let go, flap its wings, and fly away.

I even cried out, trying to startle them out of their fight, but their battle seemed endless. And I could do nothing but watch, unable to reach them, unable to stop their fall.


It was the first day of school and the grounds hummed with excitement. Students hovered everywhere—some standing, some sitting, some walking and talking—greeting people they hadn’t seen in months. Above us, the September sun shone so bright and warm it could have been July. Blue sky reflected off the windows of the school, a tall, modern, wood building. Its three-story glass foyer let in tons of light and made me far too visible. Senior year should have been exciting, but all I wanted was to head inside where the walls could keep me safe.

Safe was a relative term. When I got to my locker, I discovered it was next to Elaine Carter’s. Apparently I got her spot in AP Ancient Civ last year when I’d first arrived at Westmont. She’d never forgiven me. I loved the class, but Elaine’s obsession made it like those ruby slippers in the Wizard of Oz—they came with a half-crazed witch chasing after them, too. Before Dorothy could find out what she was in for and say no thanks, it was too late. The shoes were already on her feet.

Elaine always wore designer labels, not the knock-offs, and she’d had her red hair cropped short over the summer. If she weren’t such a bitch to me, I might have said she looked good. Instead, we gave each other tight-lipped smiles and fake hellos before I opened my locker and unloaded my bag. No point in being rude. Elaine ran a gossip blog so scandalous it would make Perez Hilton blush.

Being her neighbor wasn’t only inconvenient, it was dangerous. I’d have to watch everything I said so it couldn’t be used against me.

One of Elaine’s friends rushed up to her, so I hid behind my locker door, hoping they’d forget I was there. As I put my things away, I could hear the two of them gossiping.

Congratulations on getting your own column, the friend gushed.

Elaine had a column now? In the school paper? What had the rest of us done to deserve that?

Thanks, Lor, Elaine replied. It’s about time we put something relevant in there.

Something relevant? I had to bite my lip so I wouldn’t laugh out loud. With all the things going on in the world, how was gossip relevant?

Lor quickly changed the subject. That new guy you saw. She chewed a piece of gum loudly as she spoke. His name’s Michael Fontaine, and he transferred from Sealth High.

Yeah, Elaine said, but is he newsworthy?

She cracked her gum. He had a major accident or something last spring—almost died—and couldn’t graduate. So he’s repeating senior year.

You’re sure?

Uh-huh. I hear he’s really different, too.

I wondered what Lor meant by different, but they changed the subject. Perhaps he had been disfigured, or confined to a wheelchair. Mom had told me all sorts of stories about terrible accidents from her years of working in hospitals, enough to put me off ever becoming a nurse. I was half-tempted to ask, but I made the mistake of asking Elaine a question about a guy last year, out of curiosity, and she posted on her stupid blog that I was interested in him. She hated me that much. So I kept my head down and hurried off to class. It was going to be a long year.

I didn’t see my friends until lunchtime. Westmont High’s cafeteria consisted of an indoor concession stand and a common area the size of Macy’s with a wall of sliding glass windows rolled all the way open to let in the sun. Outside, a patio overlooked our track and football field, and the far edge of the school grounds backed onto a ravine.

Heather dashed for one of the large patio tables. Let’s sit out here.

I hesitated. Out here we’d be unprotected. Any sort of creature could come rushing right at us. What if it gets cold?

Are you kidding? It’s practically summer out here.

I nodded and sat with my back to the cafeteria so I could keep watch. Other students had obviously thought it was a good idea to spend lunch outside today, too. Some guys ran around tossing a football on the field, and a group of girls sat

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  • (4/5)
    This was a great paranormal teen romance novel. There was just enough action to captivate readers. The characters were well-developed and credible. Friendships felt real, teen situations and choices felt realistic. The paranormal/angel pieces were explained and flowed nicely with the storyline. Readers will look forward to the sequel to see what happens to their favorite characters.
  • (5/5)
    This book drew me in from the beginning. Mia has always been drawn to ancient civilizations. Then she has this dream that just keeps coming. And to top all this off Micheal walks in. All these seemingly random things start adding up in her head. Why does de ja vu seem to keep happening to her? Is she losing her mind? She doesn't really talk to any of her friends about it, I mean what teenager can tell her friends her life is a rerun she doesn't remember watching?Can love conquer everything? Or does love curse one of them to the worst existence?Very good read. I received a copy in exchange for an honest review. Now I am headed on over to grab the 2nd book in this series;)
  • (4/5)
    If you enjoy paranormal romance and teenage angst, you will enjoy The Watcher: Book One in The Watcher Saga.Like most Young Adult books with elements of romance there might be some moments where you wonder what the protagonist is thinking (but hey, teenager, hormones, remember?). Overall, however, the story is engaging enough that it didn't really bother me; rather, it cemented the fact that the characters were, in fact, teenagers, with all the poor decision making and lack of sense that comes with that age. I really enjoyed the thorough lore about the angels that was explained in a fairly natural way. The main characters were complex enough, and flawed in ways that contributed to the continued storytelling. I do wish that there had been more development of the supporting characters, but as this is the first book in a series perhaps they will get more page time in the sequels. I will be seeking out the next book in the series to see where the story goes from here.
  • (5/5)
    An exceptionally captivating novel with great character development! I found it difficult to put down because I just wanted to keep reading. There was no part of the book that felt boring to me or like it would be a good place to stop, so I always wanted more. I will most definitely read the sequel!
  • (5/5)
    This book is a great story between the battles of heaven and hell.When I started reading it, I was worried I wouldn't like it because it took a few pages to get to the point. However, when Mia and Michael meet and she felt something, I felt something. She was captivated by him but he wants nothing to do with her. Hurt from the rejection, she is intrigued that a bad-boy, Damiel, is interested in her. When Michael sees them together, he does what he can to keep them apart, even showing a side of him he wanted hidden.Mia is a unique teenager. She sees things and when she sees Michael and Damiel with different eyes, she realizes they have a greater history. Michael spills the beans, revealing a past she wanted to experience in this life. He hoped the news would keep Mia away from Damiel but it may be to late for her soul. As she watches Michael battle evil she has to put aside all the hate, fear and frustrations she feels in order to save the one she loves. Because sometimes even angels need a little help.Lisa Voisin is a great story teller. If you are a big fan of romance then pick this book up. There is definitely a lot to make you smile, some to make you wince and a lot of times you will sit on the edge of your seat.
  • (4/5)
    I received this book in exchange for an honest review.I'd like to start this by saying that I don't read much in the YA genre, my teen years were angsty enough, I don't want to read about anyone else's teen angst until my daughters become teens themselves. That being said, the synopsis of this story sounded intriguing enough that I decided to give this story a try, and I'm glad I did.Since this is a YA story, there are the requisite relationship/friendship/mean girl issues, and even a love triangle (of sorts) to contend with. But with this story, you also get: Heaven, Hell, angels, demons, hellhounds, minions, possessions, love, hate, acceptance and redemption.It was a bit hard to figure out where the story between Mia and Michael was headed, until we're introduced to Damiel. Once I saw his name, I had an idea exactly where the story was headed. We know Mia and Michael have a history, but I was quite surprised to learn exactly how long ago their history started. I also liked that we got to see exactly what happened in the past that caused the angel to fall from Heaven. What shocked me though was finding out what happened between Mia and Damiel all those years ago.This was one of the better books I've read this year, even if a few parts had me rolling my eyes (what teenager talks like that?), and I hope Mia carries Visine to get the red out after all the crying she does throughout the book. I would highly recommend this book!
  • (3/5)
    I want to start by thanking author Lisa Voisin for sending me a copy of The Watcher! The synopsis was so intriguing, I needed to read this book! I really, really wanted to love it, looking for a juicy new YA angels series to get into. Sadly, it did not live up to my expectations or the synopsis’. Maybe it’s because I’ve seen so many other books go down the same path, maybe it’s because I’m an older reader. Either way, for me, The Watcher by Lisa Voisin didn’t click, though I know that teens will love it, especially if they loved Twilight.The book revolves around the story of the Watchers from the Bible. This felt super unique and a great story idea. Here are these beings that are meant to watch over humans, be around them all of the time, yet are not allowed to visibly interfere. Almost like guarding a cake, getting hungry, and being told hey, don’t eat that cake! Voisin does a great job showing that very feeling with Michael, our fallen Watcher. He wants to be with Mia, but knows he can’t if he wants to get back to Heaven. But, is it really Heaven without her?My favourite character has to be Damiel, though it seems to be a pattern with me falling for the bad guys in all of these stories. He is incredibly charming and seems very human. I think that’s what sold him to me, he seemed like he belonged, like a human, normal. He understood all of these conflicting feelings and gave into them. Obviously, once things went really wrong, he jumped the line from bad boy to oh noo… that’s not acceptable. Still, compared to Michael, Damiel was able to play the role of human much more convincingly and seemed much more approachable.Which brings me to one of two major issues I had with The Watcher, though they are both intimately related. Michael and Mia, their reactions don’t seem “normal.” Michael says things that make no sense to Mia, and if he were really trying to look like a “normal human,” he would know. During an early conversation between Mia and Michael, he tells her, “You don’t know anything about me.” There was absolutely no reason for him to say that? Nothing in the conversation leading up to his interjection prompted that sort of response. Mia hadn’t been judging him, or telling friends that he was weird or creepy. She simply asked why he had transferred schools. Obviously she knows nothing about him, which is why she simply asked her friends who had known him at the old school, why he transferred. Then, we have Mia who has extremely exaggerated reactions at the start. PTSD from what she had just witnessed? Maybe, could be. But it didn’t seem natural, especially the way she jumped from extreme fear/paranoia/anxiety, to oh look my temporary tattoo I’ve forgotten why I was so freaked out and everything is great, to omg it’s that guy from the incident, what a hot creep. Later on, once the reveal happens, both characters settle down and feel better written, more natural.My second, and greater, issue with The Watcher is the predictability. Voisin seems to follow a very predictable formula as to how this type of book should follow, and she does not deviate. Absent parent/s, popular but unpopular, returns from a trip, wow mysterious hot guy, hot guy is standoffish and says leave me alone we can’t be together, wants to be together, hot guy protects her and says I can’t stay away/help myself, reveals truth, mystical fantastical demonstration of otherness, i love you, love you too but we can’t, break up for the good of the other, bad guy attacks, good buy comes back and saves the girl, guy can now trust himself to be around girl, end. Oh, and the chastity throughout. I’m sure reading that, you’ve thought of at least one YA book that follows that model, if not more. I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with that model, when done right you barely notice that the model is being followed. But, in The Watcher, it felt almost like Voisin was on a strict timeline to get things done, as though she plotted the major points to follow this timeline and then worked in ways to get from point a to b, instead of letting the story flow naturally. It all felt forced.I’m hoping the two issues I mentioned above are simply due to this being her first novel, and that the experience of the first will help settle things down for the second in the series, The Angel Killer. Would I read the sequel? Sure, like I said The Watcher by Lisa Voisin was a good book with good ideas that just felt nervous to me, though the intended teen audience is sure to love it.
  • (4/5)
    Like many folks who read and review YA books, I have been burned by many an angel book in the past. So it was with some trepidation that I started The Watcher, hoping it would be more like my reading experience for Sweet Evil (pleasantly surprised) than my experience with Hush, Hush (seriously annoyed). I'm happy to report that I can easily put The Watcher into the "good" category. I enjoyed our main character, Mia, quite a lot, and found myself swooning right along with her when it came to Michael.The Watcher has a well-developed angel lore that's used throughout the book. I liked that Michael isn't just saintly good; he's a fallen angel who is recovering from his past mistakes, and that added a different sort of vibe to his interactions with Mia. I liked the nods back in time to previous civilizations, and the fact that Mia and Michael had a history. It was interesting to see Mia's visions of her past, and to hear Michael's explanations about what happened. Now, admittedly, because they do have this past, their relationship in the present seems rather insta-lovey, but it's excusable because they do have already established feelings for each other. I liked how Mia weaved her way through her memories of what was and what was her current reality.There is a definite sort of epic-ness to the plot of this book. There's a lot of good versus evil, and Mia finds herself caught right in the center of it. It was interesting to have the inside look at what angels and demons in this universe do, and I liked the way everything evolved. I enjoyed reading about Michael's struggles with his feelings for Mia and the way he had to fight not to lose himself (or, more notably, his wings). There's a lot of back and forth, and nothing is completely resolved at the end, so I wouldn't be surprised if we saw a sequel at some point. I am definitely curious as to how things are going to be satisfactorily resolved in terms of the emotional aspect.The Watcher is an angel book, but - at least for me - brings some new ideas to the table. Those who are leery of another Fallen or Hush, Hush will probably be pleasantly surprised with Ms. Voisin's rendition. The characters are enjoyable, and while it's a long book, I didn't really feel the length while I was reading. I think most paranormal fans will be quite entertained with Michael and Mia's story.An e-galley of this title was provided by the publisher for blog tour purposes.
  • (5/5)
    When Mia goes for a walk in the woods, she expects the day to be like any other. That is until she comes across a dead body and gets chased by spectral dogs with gleaming red eyes. When a young man appears out of nowhere, seemingly saving her, she’s haunted by the memory of him.

    What Mia least expects is that he’ll turn up at her high school. Yet, Michael appears with a dramatic past and an indescribable draw for Mia. However much she’s interested in him, he pushes her away, though she can tell he doesn’t want to. When the truth surrounding his avoidance comes out, it will change Mia’s life forever.

    The Watcher is one of those books that I didn’t want to end. I was sucked into the story of Mia and Michael from page one, and I couldn’t put the book down. Other reviewers have compared it to Fallen by Lauren Kate and I respect their opinion. After all, there’s a girl, an angel, and he falls right? However, after page one you won’t even remember that you once considered comparing them. The Watcher pulls you in with unexpected sexual tension combined with rich and unique characters. It’s a compelling thrill ride and a hit for Lisa Voisin.

    Bottom Line: Buy The Watcher. You will swoon over Michael and worry for Mia. The whole book is a complex little ball of tension, suspense, and delicious history with a compelling message at its core.