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. . .
Excerpt:
CHAPTER 1
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:
Website: http://www.alexandraivy.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AlexandraIvy
Poor Roke, must endure the endless chatter from Levet, but hey, because of that, i like when Levet coming. LOL!!
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