HUNT
THE DARKNESS
Guardians of Eternity, #11
Publication Date: June 3, 2014
Publisher: Zebra
Genre: Paranormal
ISBN-13:978-1-4201-2515-3
The vampire, Roke, is raw, sensual,
always in control. Yet somehow he's allowed the unthinkable to
happen: a nymph-like witch named Sally has used her magic to trick
Roke into mating with her. The pair will remain bound for eternity
unless Sally breaks the spell. The trouble is, she has no idea how. .
.
Mating with Roke was an accident; at least that's what Sally keeps telling herself. She's on the hunt for her demon father, whose identity holds the key to releasing the spell. The search won't be easy with Roke shadowing Sally's every move. As they mate with a ferocity that leaves them both aching for more, Sally isn't sure if her world is more dangerous without Roke—or with him. . .
Mating with Roke was an accident; at least that's what Sally keeps telling herself. She's on the hunt for her demon father, whose identity holds the key to releasing the spell. The search won't be easy with Roke shadowing Sally's every move. As they mate with a ferocity that leaves them both aching for more, Sally isn't sure if her world is more dangerous without Roke—or with him. . .
Hunt the Darkness
Excerpt:
Northern Canada
Roke hadn’t yet given into his
overwhelming desire to commit gargoyle-cide.
But it was a near thing.
Roke was anti-social by nature, and
having to endure the endless chatter from a stunted gargoyle for the
past three weeks had been nothing short of torture.
It was only the fact that Levet could
sense Yannah, the demon who’d helped Sally flee from Chicago, that
kept him from sending the annoying twit back to Styx.
His mating connection to Sally allowed
him to sense her, but Yannah’s ability to teleport from one place
to another in a blink of an eye meant by the time he could locate
her, she was already gone.
Levet seemed to have a more direct
connection to Yannah, although they still spent their nights chasing
from one place to another, always one step behind them.
Until tonight.
With a small smile he came to a halt,
allowing his senses to flow outward.
The sturdy cottage tucked on the
eastern coast of British Columbia was perched to overlook the
churning waves of the North Pacific Ocean. Built from the gray
stones that lined the craggy cliffs it had a steep, metal roof to
shed the heavy snowfalls and windows that were already shuttered
against the late autumn breeze. A handful of outhouses surrounded
the bleak property, but it was far enough away from civilization to
avoid prying eyes.
Not that prying eyes could have
detected him.
Leaving his custom-built turbine
powered motorcycle hidden in the trees, Roke was dressed in black.
Black jeans, black tee and black leather jacket with a pair of knee
high moccasins that allowed him to move in lethal silence.
With his bronzed skin and dark hair
that brushed his broad shoulders, he blended into the darkness with
ease. Only his eyes were visible. Although silver in color, they
were so pale they appeared white in the moonlight, and rimmed by a
circle of pure black.
Over the centuries those eyes had
unnerved the most savage demons. No one liked the sensation that
their soul was being laid bare.
On the other hand, his lean, beautiful
features that were clearly from Native American origins had been
luring women to his bed since he’d awoken as a vampire.
They sighed beneath the touch of his
full, sensual lips and eagerly pressed against the lean, chiseled
perfection of his body. Their fingers traced the proud line of his
nose, the wide brow, and his high cheekbones.
It didn’t matter that most considered
him as cold and unfeeling as a rattlesnake. Or that he would
sacrifice anything or anyone to protect his clan.
They found his ruthless
edge...exciting.
All except one notable exception.
A damned shame that exception happened
to be his mate.
Roke grimaced.
No. Not mate.
Or at least, not in the traditional
sense.
Three weeks ago he’d been in Chicago
when the demon-world had battled against the Dark Lord. They’d
managed to turn back the hordes of hell, but instead of allowing him
to return to his clan in Nevada, Styx, the Anasso had insisted that
he remain to babysit Sally Grace, a witch who’d fought with the
Dark Lord.
Roke had been furious.
Not only was he desperate to return to
his people, but he hated witches.
All vampires did.
Magic was the one weapon they had no
defense against.
Regrettably, when Styx gave an order, a
wise vampire jumped to obey.
The alternative wasn’t pretty.
Of course, at the time none of them had
realized that Sally was half demon. Or that she would panic at being
placed in the dungeons beneath Styx’s elegant lair.
He absently rubbed his inner forearm
where the mating mark was branded into his skin.
The witch claimed that she was simply
trying to enchant him long enough to convince him to help her escape.
And after his initial fury at realizing her demon magic had somehow
ignited the mating bond, Roke had grudgingly accepted it had been an
accident.
What he hadn’t accepted was her
running off to search for the truth of her father.
Dammit.
It was her fault they were bound
together.
She had no right to slip away like a
thief in the night.
ABOUT ALEXANDRA:
Alexandra Ivy is the New
York Times bestselling author of the Guardians of Eternity series,
the Immortal Rogues series and the Sentinels.
Alexandra graduated from
Truman University with a degree in theatre before deciding she
preferred to bring her characters to life on paper rather than stage.
She currently lives in Missouri with her extraordinarily patient
husband and teenage sons.
Connect
with Alexandra:
Goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/40881.Alexandra_Ivy
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All I can say is poor Roke ;).
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