I gunned my bike ahead of Shad's at the bottom of a long hill, and the snarl from my exhaust smacked back at me from the stone walls edging the empty Pennine road.
Shad growled alongside effortlessly. His heavy Triumph cruiser didn't have scary g-force acceleration like my Suzuki, but it was more comfortable for a long haul and definitely better suited to his giant frame. In his open-face helmet and flying goggles, he looked like he'd been born on a big bike. He bared his teeth at me in a fierce challenge as he pulled ahead.
We tore up the slender ribbon of road and crested the hill side-by-side.
Sheep-grazed fields rolled away across the moor to the horizon in every direction, and ahead of us Rivington's sandstone buildings glowed under a pink September sunset. We swung right at the next crossroads and lost sight of the village.
Our first day of the new job had been a long one, shifting a house-sized mound of earth and rubble in a scrap metal merchant's yard. I ached, but it was a good muscle ache and we'd made a satisfying dent in the mound. Plus, the money was okay. As good as could be expected for two strangers looking for casual work with no questions asked.
And the commute was going to be a joy.
My earpiece trilled. I tapped the phone button on my helmet. No need to check who was calling. Only Min knew my number. "We'll be home in ten minutes."
A muted female voice said something in the background at her end. Either Tae or Vua.
"I'll call you back in a sec," Min said, and the line went dead.
Probably found something interesting online. They trawled weird and wacky websites every day, searching for anything that might be a mention of Tyac. We'd heard nothing of the monster since that terrible night in June when he'd killed half of the Axe werewolf pack, including lovely Anya, who was Shad's wife and Tae and Vua's mother. But he was out there. He would never give up the hunt. Sooner or later he would find us again.
We weren't ready for him. One day we would be, and I guaranteed he wouldn't know what hit him, but until Min recovered her song magic we were missing a vital weapon from our armoury. So we'd spent the whole summer running and hiding.
We preferred cities and big towns, where normally it was easier to be invisible, but we'd hit trouble in an east coast town the previous week and left in a hurry. An outlaw biker gang ran the town. We moved on as soon as we found out about them, but not soon enough to avoid their biggest bastard picking a fight with Shad, who did what came naturally to him and beat the hard man into a puddle of blood and snot. In public.
We could have taken the whole gang any day. After my experience of hand-to-hand fighting in the battle for Quarter Square, I had no problem dishing out violence right back to anyone who offered it. But fighting a stupid turf war wasn't part of our "lay low and keep quiet" plan, so we crossed the Pennines to the West Moors and rented an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere.
Where, all things being equal, there would be a big dinner just about cooked and ready for Shad and me to make it disappear.
My phone trilled again at the same time as an air horn blew two loud notes right behind us. We both glanced over our shoulders. It was a flashy pick-up truck with a four-seat cab, all metallic red paint and chrome and spotlights. The driver waved a "Get out of the way!" demand.
Kelley Armstrong returns to the Otherworld with "Chaotic," where a half-demon tabloid journalist's boring date is saved...by a supernatural explosion? She's off to save the day—if only her less-than-stellar date wouldn't tag along! Luckily, the intriguing, infuriating, and just plain sexy werewolf/jewel thief Karl Marsten also appears.
Kira Walker is a geek and UNIX systems administrator who has a bad hair day at least once a month. But when a wolf attacks Kira and her BFF in downtown Denver around the full moon, she’s devastated. Now, like it or not, Kira is unemployed, and the head of Denver’s werewolf pack is getting a little too friendly for her tastes. And, oddly, she keeps finding herself naked in front of road workers.
Caught in this new world, Kira discovers there are sinister forces at work. Rogue werewolves have declared war against humans, and when Kira’s other BFF is kidnapped, it gets Kira snarling mad. Can she solve the riddle of the Enchanted Forest before the rogue werewolves kill again?
Fashion-challenged Kira will learn that werewolves have serious bite.
“A new urban fantasy with a twist on werewolves and technology that kept me up way past my bed time.”
-P.R. Frost author of Faeire Moon, a Tess Noncoire Adventure
But when she and Belle, her human familiar and best friend, open a small cafe in the Faelan werewolf reservation, she quickly finds herself enmeshed in the hunt for a vampire intent on wreaking bloody havoc. It’s a hunt that soon becomes personal, and one that is going to take all her skills to survive–that’s if the werewolves, who hate all things witch, don’t get her first.
For close to three thousand years the imposing, impossibly handsome Santo Notte has fought in armies across the world and battled his own, more personal enemies. Of all the places he might expect to encounter his life mate, a quiet corner of upstate New York doesn’t seem likely. But as soon as he makes contact with history professor Petronella Stone, while hunting down a suspected rogue immortal, he knows that she will be the greatest adventure of his eternal life.
He expects her to be surprised, confused, even overwhelmed. What he doesn’t expect is that Pet has a secret history of her own. There’s no mistaking the mind-blowing, mutual pleasure they share. But as Pet struggles to protect her nephew from a danger lurking too close to home, Santo realizes there’s another threat to her safety—him. And claiming their passionate future will be impossible until he leaves his past behind, forever…
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Everything changed the day she died...
Ever since a car accident nearly ended her life, Serena Quinn has been plagued by visions she can’t control. To cope with the fear of having them take over her life, she withdraws completely, isolating herself from society. But when she’s attacked by an unknown enemy, the mysterious Silas draws her into a hidden world of villainous, scheming vampires.
Although Silas vows to protect her, Serena doesn’t know who she can trust. Even as she fights her attraction for Silas, Serena’s enemies become bolder, seeking to control her special powers. Will Serena’s connection to her guardian be enough to save her in the end?
DEAD OF NIGHT
What do you do after the worst has happened?
Psychic Serena Quinn is in for the fight of her life. Held captive by a centuries-old vampire master, she’s forced to battle him at every turn, matching him wit for wit. It’s up to Serena to do all she can to survive until Silas Drake, her lover, can save her from the vicious vampire's clutches.
But Serena’s new and terrifying visions are telling her something she can't quite comprehend. The series of visions suggest she is more entwined with her vile captor than she ever imagined. Will Serena’s future be forever connected to the ancient vampire, or will Silas find her before it’s too late?
A drop of blood holds their only hope…or their destruction.
Serena Quinn is walking a tightrope strung between grief and despair. As long as Lucius Montfort holds her lover Silas captive, she is forced to pretend she’s besotted with the vampire whose offspring murdered her sister. Worse, conflicting visions of the future show her with Lucius, then with Silas — and their child. Which future is real?
As if that’s not enough, Lucius needs money — lots of money — to find a cure for vampirism. He’s got his eye on the Quinn family coffers, which Serena’s brother will empty if vampire blood can save his terminally ill daughter.
In the meantime, Serena struggles to paint a convincing picture of complete devotion to Lucius, while holding out for a miracle that The Watchers will manage to rescue her captured lover. But as her visions for any future at all shred and ravel away to almost nothing, one last chance lies in a completely unexpected blood tie that could save them — or destroy them both.