I curled up on the stage floor and listened to rats scratching in the darkness high above. At least I hoped they were rats. The thought that something else might be stalking about among the rodents up there, its claws clicking on the dusty floor, brought my old fear of wolves bursting to the surface.
Stupid phobia. I'd never even seen a wolf in the flesh, and there was no way a wolf would be prowling the roof space of an abandoned theatre in Plymouth. No reason to think the creatures above me were anything other than rats.
It would serve Tony right if his building was infested. I might call the local council tomorrow and let them know. After all, I was supposed to be surveying the place. Might get a pest-control inspector down here and make it official before Tony even knew he had a problem.
On the other hand, I would probably walk away and leave him to his rats.
The place smelled old. Not damp. Not rotting. Just dusty and ancient. I rolled onto my back, gave my scalp and beard a good scratch and tried to concentrate on the noises and the smell of dry centuries. I preferred them to the sound of my thoughts and the stink of betrayal.
But the scurrying rats and deep darkness offered no distractions, and my haunted mind slid back to the source of my misery: the bright hotel room to which I'd returned unannounced twelve hours earlier, to find my naked wife riding my naked best friend.
I couldn't blank out the memory of her hair swaying across her back, or their moans of pleasure as I walked into the room, or Tony's grunt of pain when Carole twisted off him to crouch on the floor by the other side of the bed.
"Joe." They gasped it simultaneously.
They tried to talk to me, but I didn't want to hear any of their shit. Tony took a step towards me, covering himself with a pillow and spouting some pacifying crap, until I punched him in his lying mouth. He went down, spitting blood, and had the sense to stay down.
Carole wrapped herself in the bedsheet and stood tall. She raised her chin to me, as if offering a second target.
How could she think that of me? I'd never lifted a finger against her. She might have felt better about herself if I had hit her, but that wasn't my style.
I sighed into the darkness. So here I was, alone in a strange city, at the lowest point in my life, spending a night on the dirty floor of my property developer friend's latest auction purchase, with nowhere else to go and no one to turn to. Great.
New noises broke into my thoughts: footsteps and low-pitched voices coming from somewhere inside the building, as if men were walking up the corridor from the fire exit towards the foyer, on the other side of the wall from me.
I scrambled around for my boots, grabbed the heavy lamp without turning it on and pushed open one of the double doors a crack.
Three lithe, muscular young men dressed in dark clothing filed purposefully across the moonlit foyer. Their supple movements put me in mind of cats.
They didn't break stride as they approached a blank wall. Just before he hit the old plaster, the front man snapped his fingers, and a door appeared in the wall.
My jaw dropped, but I managed to stay silent.
The finger snapper held the door open for the others, then walked through and left it to swing shut behind him.
I hurried across the foyer to catch the door before it closed, opened it carefully and slipped through, then stood on the pavement and stared out to where the office buildings should have been. But they weren't there. In their place, a raggedy square of Elizabethan houses surrounded a small public garden.
Immortals fear little … except a secret in the wrong hands.
While searching for a way to save Brina of Treoir’s failing memories, Tzader Burke discovers someone who can help her if Tzader is willing to sneak into the heart of his enemy’s stronghold—TÅμr Medb. He’ll do anything to protect the woman he loves from becoming a mindless empty shell, but his decision could be the catalyst for an apocalyptic war. The deeper he digs for the truth, the more lies he uncovers that shake the very foundation of being a Belador and the future of his clan.
Tzader’s ready to execute his mission. Alone. But the minute his best friends Quinn and Evalle, plus her Skinwalker mate Storm, find out about his suicidal plan they organize a black ops team around him. While battling on every front, one secret surfaces that two immortal powers have spent thousands of years keeping buried. Tzader and his team have no choice but to fight for what they believe in, because the world as they know it is never going to be the same again.
"... an exciting, pulse pounding … I love Dianna Love’s writing, her wonderful imagination, and her ability to grab us from the start of each book she writes, and keep us there until the end… Every time." ~~Barb, The Reading Café on WITCHLOCK
Except that he’s been assigned to a new team—a team that handles special investigations—and the job has suddenly changed. Now Cèsar has to deal with dead bodies. He also has to deal with necromancers, murderous cults, and demons that can stop a man’s heart with fear.
This isn’t the job he signed up for, but it’s the job he needs to do.
If he survives the first week.
Peter Stone is a poor black vampire who is wondering where his nightclub, mansion, and sports car are. Instead, he is working a minimum wage job during the night shift as being a vampire isn’t all that impressive in a world where they’ve come out to mortals. Exiled from the rich and powerful undead in New Detroit, he is forced to go back when someone dumps a newly-transformed vampire in the bathroom of his gas station’s store. This gets him fangs-deep in a plot of vampire hunters, supernatural revolutionaries, and a millennium-old French knight determined to wipe out the supernatural.
Sometimes, it just doesn’t pay to get out of the coffin.
Set in the same world as The Bright Falls Mysteries.
"Straight Outta Fangton is a wonderful mix of urban fantasy, dark comedy and scary vampires. It reads very much like a thriller and whose pace will have you flipping pages as fast as you can. Charles Phipps is an author who is revealing himself to be a master of many genres as he continues to thrill and amaze." -The Fantasy Book Critic
"I love a good vampire story. When that story is wrapped up in clever, comedic writing, the ride is an enjoyable one. Charles Phipps can weave a tale with believable characters that have distinctive personalities filled with charm and wit." -Briar Lee Mitchell, The Whistlebrass Horror
"CT Phipps created a not just a fun story, but a fun world ripe for expansion and exploration." -Michael Gibson, Villains Rule
"Not only is it a funny book, but it's a creepy vampire story, a kick-ass action novel, and an intriguing urban fantasy at the same time." - Beauty in Ruins
"Full of fascinating characters and laughs." - James Alderdice, Brutal: An Epic Grimdark Fantasy
"I heartily recommend this book to anyone who is into urban fantasy or likes a good supernatural romp." - The Bookwyrm Speaks
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…
The Watchers Trilogy boxed set includes:
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.