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The Last Jumper - cover

The Last Jumper

Regina Paul

Publisher: Leap of Faith Publishing, LLC

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Summary

Love is never easy, when you're the last jumper... 
 
From the moment his family is murdered, Rain is on a mission to kill or send back to hell as many winagi or demons as he can. To do so he must "jump" from one body to another, allowing him to live the equivalent of several lifetimes, and to follow humanity and the demons out into space. 
When Rain finally reawakens from his latest stasis jaunt, he discovers that five centuries have passed and that he is on a new colony planet, one he has no memory of. He also discovers the winagi are killing again, and he is the last jumper alive. 
Connor, Stephen, and Jesse are husbands and fathers. On a world where some men are able to procreate, quad relationships are the norm, and Jumpers are just a part of their ancient history, Rain is something of an anomaly. The three men take Rain home with them, and help him to recover, at least physically. It becomes clear though that Rain hasn't just been fighting demons outside himself, but ones from within as well. 
Will these three men and their sons be able to help Rain heal? Love isn't part of the bargain for Rain or so he thinks, but bonding with Connor, Stephen, and Jesse may be the only thing that can save his new family and their world.

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