Darkness Rises
Immortal Guardians #4
Dianne Duvall
GENRE: Paranormal Romance
RELEASE DATE: October 1, 2013
PUBLISHER: Zebra
ISBN: 1420129783
BLURB:
Dianne Duvall returns to the world of the Immortal
Guardians, where danger—and desire—make every decision count. . .
Krysta is used to getting the drop on vampires. Her
"special abilities" aren't much, but the plan is simple—she plays
helpless pretty young thing to lure them in. Then her shoto swords come out and
it's bye-bye, bloodsucker. Until one night she finds herself with an unexpected
ally. He's a vampire, all right, but different. Mysterious. Handsome. And more
interested in saving her skin than draining it.
Étienne has been an Immortal Guardian for two hundred
years—long enough to know that Krysta is special. He can't stop thinking about
her long legs, even more than her short swords. Then he discovers the vamps
she's exterminating have friends in high places, and the Guardians are in
danger too. He'll have to accept Krysta's help to save them. The stakes for a
mortal are high. But the cost to his heart might be higher. . .
REVIEW
QUOTE:
"Duvall does an outstanding job building both a
rich world and a compelling cast of characters."
— 4.5 stars, RT Book Reviews
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Excerpt
A scuffing sound behind her halted her
footsteps. Swinging around, she drew her
swords with a triumphant smile, and . . .
“Damn it!”
No vampires faced her with leering, evil
intent. No vampires faced her at
all.
She was alone.
Again.
More rustling sounded.
Racing back to the street, she flew around the
corner and skidded to a halt.
Nothing. Just
an empty road glowing green from the streetlight at the corner.
The unmistakable shick, ting, and
clang of metal striking metal split the air several blocks away.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she growled and took off
running. She didn’t care that she raced
down a sharply sloped hill that would make it damned near impossible to stop
once she got going. She didn’t care that
she ran with an unsheathed sword in each hand.
(Her mother and father’s frequent admonitions not to run with scissors
chose that moment to dance through her head.)
She didn’t even care that anyone who saw her would likely call the
police and report a madwoman fleeing through Chapel Hill, waving deadly
weapons, and get her arrested.
She had only one goal in mind: Get to those damned vampires before Mystery
Man did whatever the hell he’d been doing for the past two weeks and
disappeared.
Her heart pounding in her chest, she honed in on the
battle’s location and managed to put on the brakes enough to zip around the
corner at a speed that would keep her from rolling ass over elbows downhill.
She jerked to a halt and stared.
The darkened alley was deserted except for a
dumpster about twenty-five yards away and — she released a growl of fury — a
pair of jeans, a bloody blue sweatshirt, and a pair of bright red Chucks spread
out on the pavement as if they had been laid out by some kid’s mother.
Krysta sheathed one of her swords, stomped over the
place a vampire had clearly fallen, and grabbed the sweatshirt. “Oh, come on!” she shouted, her voice echoing
on the somnolent night. She shook the
sticky clothing at the sky. “Where are
you?” she demanded. Turning in a circle,
she examined every nook and cranny at street level, then peered up at the
rooftops.
She could see no sign of Mystery Man’s unique purple
and white aura. Had he already
left?
Krysta tossed the shirt down in disgust. “This is bullshit.”
A low chuckle wafted on the night.
Eyes widening, she drew her second sword and turned
in a slow circle. “Damn it! Show yourself!”
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” a deep voice
laced with a French accent purred behind her.
Gasping, she spun around and swung a shoto.
Once more, he caught her wrist. “Careful.”
The warning was gentle, carrying neither malice nor anger.
Krysta stared.
His touch sent electricity tickling its way up her
arm. His flesh was warm, his long
fingers free of callouses.
Her heart slammed against her ribs as butterflies
erupted in her stomach.
She should be furious. Frightened.
Instead, she felt as excited as she would on a first date.
Crap.
Stepping back, she withdrew her arm from his grasp.
Dropping his hand, he tilted his head and studied
her with those entrancing amber eyes.
Yeah, he was hot all right.
Short midnight hair glinted in the moonlight. Faint stubble shadowed a strong jaw. Straight nose. Broad shoulders. What was clearly a well-developed, muscular
build beneath a black T-shirt that clung to him courtesy of the vampire blood
that saturated its front. Slim
waist. Slim hips. All revealed by the gap in the long black
coat he wore.
She didn’t let her gaze stray further. The last thing she wanted to do while facing
him was blush like a school girl if he had a nice package.
His tempting lips stretched in a slow smile.
Author Bio:
Dianne Duvall is the New York Times and USA Today
Bestselling Author of the Immortal Guardians paranormal romance series. Her debut novel DARKNESS DAWNS was nominated
for the RT Reviewers' Choice Award for Best Vampire Romance. NIGHT REIGNS, Book 2 in the series, was
declared an "utterly addictive" Top Pick by RT Book Reviews. PHANTOM SHADOWS, Book 3, was deemed a Top
Pick by both The Romance Reviews and by Night Owl Reviews. Her Immortal Guardians novella "In Still
Darkness", published in the PREDATORY anthology, was praised by Publishers
Weekly for its "rich characterizations and kick-butt action." Dianne
loves all things creative. When she
isn't writing, Dianne is active in the independent film industry and once even
appeared onscreen as a machete-wielding maniac not unlike the vampires she so
loves to create in her novels.
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