Omega
Penton Vampire Legacy, # 3
Susannah Sandlin
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Date of Publication: February 5, 2013
ISBN: 978-1612183596
ASIN: B0073XV3L2
Number of pages: 328
Word Count: approx. 88,000
Book Description:
The
bloody war between the Vampire Tribunal and the defiant scathe of Penton,
Alabama, rages on, forcing its residents and their bonded humans to retreat
into the underground fortress of last resort: Omega. There, Will Ludlam is
charged with the care of Penton's humans, though he longs to fight alongside
his vampire brethren. He knows the risks: as the renegade son of the Tribunal's
vicious leader, Will's capture could doom the resistance.
Yet he
is determined to prove his worth to his adopted scathe, to his vengeful father
and to former US Army officer Randa Thomas, his beautiful, reluctant partner.
Randa has little faith that a former member of the vampire elite has what it
takes to fight a war. But as their enemies descend upon Omega, Will's polished
charm and Randa's guarded heart finally give way to the warrior within.
Fans of
Susannah Sandlin's Penton Legacy are sure to devour this long-awaited third
installment of the steamy paranormal series.
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Excerpt:
Will
stopped and scented the air again. There were two vampires nearby; one belonged
to the Penton scathe, and one didn’t.
He ignored both vampires and skirted
to the back of the street where the burned shell of his house still smelled of
smoke and ash after three days. Aligning his position with the oak tree twenty
feet behind what was left of his chimney, he paced forty steps into the woods.
A thorny bramble that had been draped
over a small, scrubby bush pricked his fingers when he pulled it back. Grasping
the trunk of the bush, he eased it from its loose grasp in the soil, exposing
the top of a metal box.
The loud click of a cocked pistol
preceded the cold press of steel against the back of his head by less than a
second.
He inhaled, annoyed. A rookie
mistake. He’d gotten so engrossed in his task he’d let someone slip up on him.
Vampire.
Penton scathe.
Female.
Freaking Randa.
* * *
Randa grinned,
enjoying the disgusted look on Will’s face. “If I were your father, I’d already
have the silver spoon back in your mouth, Willy. He’d have you trussed up like
a rodeo calf by now, hauling you back to wherever it is he lives when he’s not
terrorizing innocent people.”
Will Ludlam was the kind of guy
Randa Thomas had hated as a human, and she didn’t like him a bit more as a
vampire. Less, in fact. Not only was he a spoiled rich boy, he was now a
virtually immortal spoiled rich boy. He had probably been a blue-chip jock in
school with a 4.0 GPA and a string of girls trailing his every step.
Plus, he annoyed the hell out of
her. The consummate smartass.
“No, if you were my father, you’d
have slit my throat—not enough to kill me, but enough to make sure I couldn’t
fight back.” His voice was soft, calm. “Then you’d hand me over to your
sadistic, freakshow of a second-in-command Shelton, who would play with me
until I couldn’t take it anymore. Only when I was good and broken would you
return the silver spoon to my mouth.”
Good
God, would any father really do that? Will didn’t sound as if he were
joking. Randa relaxed her stance for only a split second before the world
tilted and she hit the ground, landing on her back with Will stretched out on
top of her in a full body press. And he had her gun.
“Damn it.” She pushed against him
but it was like pressing on bedrock.
He propped on his elbows and grinned
down at her. His hat had fallen off in the scuffle and the moonlight glinted
off his hair, making it look silver instead of a naturally streaked blond. And
he had dimples, as if God hadn’t already rewarded him with enough in the looks
department.
“And if I were my father, you would
be dead. Or worse. Believe me, with Matthias, there’s always much worse. Give
up?”
She squirmed again, but froze when
she realized he was getting turned on by her movements. There was definitely
more of him pressing on her than there had been a few seconds earlier.
He laughed, a white glint of teeth
in the moonlight. “Oh, don’t stop moving, sweetheart. This is getting more and
more interesting.”
Yeah, she could feel exactly how
interested he was getting. She felt a very un-vampirelike flush of heat as he
wedged a knee between her legs. Damn it. She clenched her teeth at her body’s
betrayal—which he’d be able to sense. She hated being a vampire; there was no
sense of privacy. “Get. Off. Me. Now.”
Will lowered his head and, damn him,
inhaled deeply, with his face pressed against the side of her neck. Her carotid
artery also thumped in a very unvampire-like cadence. She waited for the
smartass comments to start.
Instead, he lifted his head and
looked her in the eye. She could swear his heartbeat sped up, although it was
hard to tell over the pounding of her own. Well, this was awkward.
He blinked and opened his mouth to
speak, then closed it again.
Well, that was one good thing. Will
had been stricken dumb, at least for a moment. It wouldn’t last.
ABSOLUTION
The Penton Legacy, # 2
Susannah Sandlin
Release
date: October 9, 2012
Publisher:
Montlake Romance
Book Description:
With the
vampire world on the brink of civil war over the scarcity of untainted human
blood, battle lines are being drawn between the once peaceful vampire and human
enclave of Penton, Alabama, and the powerful Vampire Tribunal.
A
Scottish gallowglass warrior turned vampire in the early 17th century, Mirren
Kincaid once served the Tribunal as its most creative and ruthless
executioner—a time when he was known as the Slayer. But when assigned a killing
he found questionable, Mirren abandoned the Tribunal’s political machinations
and disappeared—only to resurface two centuries later as the protector and
second-in-command of Penton. Now the Tribunal wants him back on their side—or
dead.
To break
their rogue agent, they capture Glory Cummings, the descendant of a shaman, and
send her to restore Mirren’s bloodthirsty nature. But instead of a monster,
Glory sees a man burdened by the weight of his past. Could her magic
touch—meant by the tribunal to bring out a violent killer—actually help Mirren
break his bonds and discover the love he doesn’t believe he deserves?
It’s a
town under siege, a powerful warrior in a battle with his past, and one woman
who can make the earth move—literally—as the Penton Legacy continues.
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Excerpt:
What was
Matthias thinking, throwing a human woman in the cell with a vampire who’d been
locked up and starved for over a month?
Mirren waited on the bench, his back
against the wall, his head down. Waited until Matthias climbed the steps,
slammed the door, clicked the dead bolt home. Waited until he could get control
of the hunger that had begun raging the second the woman stumbled down the stairway.
She was unvaccinated, and he wanted nothing more than to take her, blood and
body, until there was nothing left.
If he did that, he’d be no better
than the version of Mirren Kincaid he’d tried so hard to leave behind. He’d be
the Slayer again. His hands could too easily remember the mindless sweep of the
sword, the heavy fall of the battle-ax, the controlled back-thrust of a heavy
firearm. If the cold darkness ever fell over him again, he feared he’d embrace
it.
“Mister, you awake?”
Shit.
She would have to be a talker. Mirren hated a talky woman. They always expected
you to talk back.
He raised his head slowly and caught
his breath. She was young, maybe mid-twenties, and pretty in a rode-hard kind
of way.
“Your eyes are silver—I’ve seen enough
vampires since I was kidnapped to know when your eyes get lighter, it means
you’re hungry. But I’ve never seen any like yours. How long has it been since
you ate? Umm…Make that how long since you drank?”
If the stupid woman kept walking
toward him, he wouldn’t be held responsible. “Stay where you are.” He narrowed
his eyes at her, thinking. How could she help him without sending his need so
far over the edge he lost control of it?
She eeked when he shifted on the bench and turned his back toward her.
“Untie me.”
She stumbled a little when she
reached the bench and sat hard. The woman was stoned out of her gourd. He could
smell the drugs on her.
“Your
wrists are all torn up. That has to hurt.” She sat on the bench behind him, and
Mirren breathed in her scent with his eyes closed. Damn, but he wanted to feed
so badly his muscles ached.
She muttered as she worked, her
drug-addled fingers slipping off the rope. “You’re so big that I’m surprised
this rope could hold you. I should be able to…Let’s see here, it’s too dark.
Man, this is funky rope.”
“Stop yapping, start untying.” She
had that broad, soft Southern accent he found sexy, but she used it way too
much.
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” She tugged harder
on the ropes, burning his sensitive wrists with each pull. “Sorry, sorry. Why
is it burning your skin like that?”
Mirren growled and spoke through
gritted teeth. “It’s laced with silver, and I’m a freaking vampire. Just untie me.”
Damn, he had to get himself under control, or he’d scare the woman to death and
she wouldn’t finish freeing his arms or feed him either one.
“Well, you’ve got the funny eyes,
but I don’t see any fangs.”
God help him, he’d show her some
fangs. “I said I was a vampire. Now finish untying me.”
Mirren twisted his wrists and felt
the rope give way—the woman had gotten it loose enough that he didn’t need her
help.
“But wait, how do I know you—”
She gasped as Mirren pulled his
wrists apart, popped the rope onto the cell floor, and shifted around to face
her.
“Can
you…?” She paused and swallowed hard, edging away from him on the bench. Mirren’s
gaze dropped to her mouth. “Can you feed without killing me?”
Mirren nodded slowly. Maybe. Maybe not.
REDEMPTION
Penton Legacy series, #1
Susannah Sandlin
Following a worldwide pandemic whose vaccine
left human blood deadly to vampires, the vampire community is on the verge of
starvation and panic. Some have fanned into rural areas, where the vaccine was
less prevalent, and are taking unsuspecting humans as blood slaves. Others are
simply starving, which for a vampire is worse than death—a raging hunger in a
creature too weak to feed.
Immune
to these struggles—at first—is Penton, a tiny community in rural Chambers
County, Alabama, an abandoned cotton mill town that has been repopulated by
charismatic vampire Aidan Murphy, his scathe of 50 vampires, and their
willingly bonded humans. Aidan has recruited his people carefully, believing in
a peaceful community where the humans are respected and the vampires retain a
bit of their humanity.
But an unresolved family feud and the paranoia of the Vampire Tribunal descend on Penton in the form of Aidan’s brother, Owen Murphy. Owen has been issued a death warrant that can only be commuted if he destroys Penton—and Aidan, against whom he’s held a grudge since both were turned vampire in 17th-century Ireland. Owen begins a systematic attack on the town, first killing its doctor, then attacking one of Aidan’s own human familiars
To protect his people, Aidan is forced to go against his principles and kidnap an unvaccinated human doctor—and finds himself falling in love for the first time since the death of his wife in Ireland centuries ago.
Dr. Krystal Harris, forced into a world she
never knew existed, must face up to her own abusive past to learn if the
feelings she’s developing for her kidnapper are real—or just a warped,
supernatural kind of Stockholm Syndrome in which she’s allowing herself to
become a victim yet again.
Susannah
Sandlin’s REDEMPTION is the first in the Penton Legacy series. Book two,
ABSOLUTION, will be out September 18, and book three, OMEGA, on December 18.
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Excerpt:
Krystal Harris pulled to the
shoulder of the two-lane road—highway
was too grand a word—and punched the button to turn
on the old green Corolla’s dome light. She counted to five before thwacking it
with the heel of her palm, and a dim light blinked as if considering her
demand. It stayed on—this time.
The car was a dinosaur, but it was a paid-for dinosaur.
She dug a folded Alabama road map from beneath her
briefcase on the passenger seat, smoothing the creases to make sure she hadn’t
driven past Penton, which she suspected was no more than a wide spot on a
narrow road. She didn’t want to get lost out here in the boonies.
Yep, County Road 70. The highway to Penton just looked like
the express lane to nowhere.
A gust of wind rocked the car, sending icy air around the
loose door seals. Maybe the chill of this night was an omen that she should take
this job if they offered it, just so she could buy a more respectable form of
transportation. Still, doubts nagged at her. What kind of clinic conducted a
job interview at nine
p.m.? She should never have agreed to it, but the Penton
Clinic administrator
had waved big bucks in front of her huge college and med school debts, and
she’d trotted after them like a donkey after a carrot.
“You had the goody-two-shoes idea of
practicing rural medicine, plus you’re already here,” she chided herself,
clicking off the overhead and pulling back onto the road. “And you’ve gotta
admit, this is rural.”
Another omen, and not a good one:
she was talking to herself. Out loud.
A couple of miles later, her
headlights illuminated a battered wooden sign covered in peeling paint: Welcome
to Penton, Alabama. Founded 1890. Population 3,275.
Twenty years ago, maybe. Krys had
done her Penton homework, and that was the boomtown population, when the
mammoth East Alabama Mill still churned out threads and batting. It had wheezed
its final belch a decade ago, and the town had suffered a slow death by
attrition even before the pandemic. The most recent listing Krys found online
estimated a population of three hundred. She was surprised they could afford to
hire a doctor, much less pay a more-than-competitive wage.
But this was what she wanted, right?
A place to practice medicine and be her own boss, to find a community where she
could belong? After growing up in Birmingham—the wrong side of Birmingham—she
hated the grime and crowds and noise of the city.
Lost in thought as she approached
the outskirts of town, she thought she saw an animal in the road—a deer or a
bear, maybe—God only knew what wildlife lived out here. But it was a man. He
wore a long coat that flapped in the wind and was backlit by a lone streetlight
in front of an abandoned convenience store.
She’d have blown past him if he hadn’t moved into the middle of the
road when the glare of her headlights hit
him like a spotlight.
He stood with his hands in his
pockets, feet planted apart, watching calmly as she floored the brakes. The
Corolla’s old tires squealed, stinking up the air with the smell of hot rubber
and stressed brakes.
Good Lord. Was he nuts?
She got the car stopped and took a
deep breath, hands frozen to the wheel, her muscles jittery from the
aftershock. The man walked around and tapped on her driver’s side window,
motioning for her to lower it.
Krys’s foot hovered over the
accelerator, indecisive. Should she drive on and get the hell out of here?
No, by God, she should not. She’d at
least lower the window enough to tell the jerk how close he’d come to ending
his life as a hood ornament on a green Toyota Dinosaur.
He held up his empty hands in a
gesture of peace. Right. Like he was going to hold up a sign that said Beware
of Murderous Backwoods Whack Job.
She snaked her right hand to her
purse in the passenger seat, wrapped cold fingers around the handle of a small
pistol, and slipped it into the pocket of her suede jacket—after she was sure
the man had seen it. The .38 Smith & Wesson snub-nose was her security
blanket, and she knew how to use it.
His only reaction to the gun was a
raised eyebrow. “I have a man injured here.” His voice was deep and melodic,
and he had a trace of an accent, as if he’d grown up not speaking English but
had been around a few too many Southerners. “You the doctor coming to Penton
for the interview?”
She
lowered her window an inch and stared as he knelt next to the driver’s side
door, putting his face at eye level. And damned if it wasn’t one of the most
beautiful faces she’d seen since…maybe ever.
He’d
pulled his dark hair into a short ponytail except for one wavy strand that had
pulled loose and blew against his cheek. The streetlight cast enough
illumination for her to see the dark lashes fringing blue eyes that reminded
her not so much of summer skies or robin’s eggs but of the richness of an
arctic sea flowing
over darker depths. They appeared
to lighten as he studied her with an intensity that almost robbed her lungs of
air. He had a strong jaw, full lips, and a slight cleft in his chin.
If
he was a serial killer, he was at least a pretty one.
He
cleared his throat. “Are you Dr. Harris?”
Krys
caught her breath. Good Lord, what was wrong with her? She’d been practically
drooling through a half-open window as though he were Adonis personified. He
could be Charles Manson’s separated-at-birth, unidentical twin.
Except
he knew her name.
About the Author:
Susannah
Sandlin is the author of paranormal romance set in the Deep South, where there
are always things that go bump in the night. A journalist by day, Susannah grew
up in Alabama reading the gothic novels of Susan Howatch and the horror fantasy
of Stephen King. (Um…it is fantasy, right?) The combination of Howatch and King
probably explains a lot. Currently a resident of Auburn, Alabama, Susannah has
also lived in Illinois, Texas, California, and Louisiana.
Website:
http://www.susannahsandlin.com
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