The Fallen Siren Series, Prequel #0.5
AUTHOR NAME:
S.J. Harper
GENRE: Urban
Fantasy / Paranormal Romance
Join FBI Agents Emma Monroe
and Zack Armstrong.
She’s a Siren. He’s a
Werewolf.
Their mission is
redemption.
Emma Monroe is a Fallen
Siren, cursed by the gods and banished to Earth for her failure to prevent the
kidnapping of Persephone. She’s had many names and many lives, but only one
mission: redemption. Now she works for the FBI and is on temporary assignment
in Charleston. Solving this next missing persons case could be the key to
ending her ancient curse—unless the temptation that’s her new partner gets in
the way.
Zack Armstrong is a
Werewolf. Tall, dark, and dangerous, he currently works for one of the bureau’s
elite Child Abduction Rapid Deployment teams. In many respects the man is every
bit as mysterious as his secret and perilous past. But there are two things
he’s certain about, that he’s going to get his man and his woman.
When Zack
finds himself suddenly shy a partner and a third child goes missing in
Charleston, Emma goes from consultant to CARD team member in the space of a few
hours. The abductions of the first two boys ended in murder, an outcome that
neither Zack nor Emma can abide. As they race against time to track down the
kidnapper and rescue the latest victim, they find themselves fighting something
just as treacherous—a growing attraction that can’t be ignored or denied.
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CURSED
The Fallen Siren Series, Book 1
Meet FBI Agents Emma Monroe and Zack
Armstrong.
She's cursed. He's damned.
Together, they make one hell of a team.
Emma
Monroe is a Siren, cursed by the gods and bound to earth to atone for an
ancient failure. She’s had many names and many lives, but only one mission:
redemption. Now that she works missing persons cases for the FBI, it could be
just a rescue away. Unless her new partner leads her astray.
Special
Agent Zack Armstrong just transferred into the San Diego Field Office. He’s a
werewolf, doing his best to beat back the demons from his dark and dangerous
past. As a former Black Ops sniper, he’s taken enough lives. Now he’s doing
penance by saving them.
Emma and
Zack’s very first case draws them deep into the realm of the paranormal, and
forces them to use their own supernatural abilities. But that leaves each of
them vulnerable, and there are lines partners should not cross. As secrets are
revealed and more women go missing, one thing becomes clear: as they race to
save the victims, Emma and Zack risk losing themselves.
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The Fallen Siren Series, Book 2
Join Agents Emma Monroe and Zack
Armstrong.
She’s sacrificed. He’s suffered.
They’ve both been betrayed.
Now it’s time for a reckoning.
Special Agent Emma Monroe has a
secret. She’s a Fallen Siren, cursed by the gods and banished to Earth for her
failure to prevent the kidnapping of Persephone. As an FBI agent she saves the
lives of others believing redemption could be one rescue away.
Her partner Zack is a werewolf and
former Black Ops sniper who once carried out a string of questionable
assignments. Now he’s determined to atone for his past. Ironically, there’s a
portion of his past Zack doesn’t remember—an affair with Emma. Giving into
their attraction for one another almost led to their undoing. Now it’s back to
business as usual.
While trying to unravel the mystery
behind a series of kidnappings in Southern California, Emma and Zack become
entangled with political tensions in the vampire and Were worlds. Not to
mention the struggles they face in their relationship with one another. With so
much uncertainty, they come to realize the only thing they can really count on
is one another…or can they?
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Excerpt:
What we’re doing is wrong on so many levels. That’s what I tell myself as I wake, my body aching in all
the right places. In just a few short months, we’ve fallen into the kind of
pattern I’d normally think of as dangerous. But somehow, when I’m with him, I
feel safe.
My mind drifts as I
watch the flutter of curtains. The morning sunshine pours into the
bedroom from the bal- cony. Have I ever had a steady lover so possessive, so
cre- ative, so . . . demanding? His hand on my hip comes to
life, fingertips skimming downward across the curve of my but- tocks.
He inches closer to me, spooning his body against mine. Nothing separates us
under the sheets—it’s skin on skin. Fingers slide between my thighs. I’m wet.
It seems lately, in his presence, I’m perpetually this way. I just can’t help
myself. A Siren is a Siren. A sexual creature, born of Gaia. I’m one of three,
cursed by Demeter thousands of years ago for failing to protect Persephone.
It’s for this I atone, for this I pay. It’s the reason I search for the missing
and avoid love at all costs. The first brings me closer to the
promise of redemption. Forgetting the latter? Finding real love? That promises
nothing but ruin and death.
“Good morning,” I whisper.
He lifts one of my legs. His long,
thick shaft slides between them. I feel the warmth of his smile as he re-
plies, “It’s about to get even better.”
The rumble of his rich baritone,
still rough from sleep along with the promise of what’s to come, makes me
smile. But the sense of contentment
is fleeting. The first few bars of “Bad Moon Rising” blare
from my phone. Liz, my best friend, and quite possibly the most powerful witch
this side of the Mississippi, added the ringtone to my cell five months
ago and I haven’t been able to change it. She assigned it to Zack, my partner,
a dark, rugged werewolf who was formerly, and quite secretly, a badass black
ops assassin. Now, like me, he spends his days working for the FBI and
searching for the missing.
I feel Kallistos’ irritation at the
interruption. I pat his hand. “Hold that thought,” I say, then reach for my
phone.
“Zack. It’s early. What’s up?”
“Jimmy. He wants to see us right away
and apparently you haven’t been answering your texts.”
I glance at the clock on the
nightstand. It’s just past seven on a Monday and I’ve managed to piss off the
boss. “Why didn’t he just call me?”
“He did. Twice.”
“Damn it! I must have slept through
it.”
Or, Kallistos had taken it upon
himself to set my cell to silent. Again. Thanks to Liz’s
spell, and much to Kallistos’ chagrin, Zack’s calls ring through regardless.
Liz knows how close Zack and I came to disaster. This is her special way of
reminding me of the ever-present dan- ger. She’s also the main reason I’m
sharing the vampire
King’s bed now. She encouraged him
and pushed me like a veritable yenta. After countless protests they wore me
down. I decided to give the no-strings-attached relation- ship proposal a trial
run.
Kallistos has retreated to the other
side of the bed. I’d like to think out of guilt, but I know better.
I momentarily mute the call. “Stop
silencing my phone,” I scold.
His clear blue eyes give nothing
away. “You don’t get enough rest.” His tone is matter-of-fact. No argument. No
apology. Not ever. Admittedly, it’s one of the down- sides of dating a vampire
King with more than a millen- nium under his belt—one that I’ll eventually have
to address if our arrangement continues. Eventually. But not today.
“You don’t get to make decisions for
me,” I counter.
He answers my rising ire with a
disarming smile. “You need coffee, Emma. I’ll call down.”
I unmute the phone, turning my
attention back to Zack. “How much time do I have?”
“The briefing was scheduled for seven
thirty. Remind- ing Jimmy it was Labor Day got us a reprieve until eight.”
I brace myself, knowing I shouldn’t
ask, but do any- way. “Did you and Sarah have plans?”
My question about Sarah, the she-wolf
who shares Zack’s beach house, is met with the expected pause. Zack doesn’t say
much about his private life. His reluc- tance doesn’t have anything to do with
our history. As far as he’s concerned, we have no history; there’s never been
anything personal between us at all. Thanks to Liz’s super-duper spell casting,
Zack’s memories of those times have been erased. Not all of them, of
course; only the ones indicating there had ever been any physical intimacy
between us. Our casework history, secrets shared about our natures and pasts,
that’s all remained intact. But remembrances of our one, glorious night in
Charles- ton and the fact we became lovers after his move here to San Diego a
year later? Gone.
Kallistos climbs out of bed and heads
for the balcony. “Maybe the four of us can do something together later,” he
murmurs on the way.
I throw a pillow at him, but miss by
a mile. By the time it hits the floor he’s outside and, thanks to a
little pink pill called Protectus, appreciating the early-morning sun like only
someone who’s spent more than a thousand years in darkness could—face tilted
up, eyes closed. Kallistos is responsible for the creation of Protectus, part
medical miracle and part magic. It’s been around for a couple de- cades now,
along with the Blood Emporiums he created.
Most Emporiums are located in the
backs of busi- nesses catering to those who pursue alternative life-
styles—tattoo shops and heavy-metal clubs. For vampires they offer fresh blood
from paid donors who, for the most part, have no idea where the blood ends up
or who is paying for it. Would-be vampires and goths simply be- lieve they are
indulging in a fantasy. They never see the real vampires who come to buy their
blood bags and the drugs that allow them to function during the day.
I watch my lover breathe deeply of
the ocean air. Ap- preciate the way shadow and light play across his body,
which is hard, lean, and eternally young.
“I was going to make my famous London
broil,” Zack finally volunteers. “But, duty calls. Right, partner?”
Zack has a way of saying the
word partner like it really means something. And it does. A
lump forms in my throat. Our reasons may be different, but the mission is the
same. Zack understands me better than any partner I’ve had.
I nod. “Yes. Duty calls.”
“I’ll let Jimmy know we’re on our way
in.”
“I’ll meet you at the office in
forty-five minutes.” As I hang up, I silently recite the same words I do
every time I go out on a new case. Redemption could be one rescue
away.
ABOUT THE AUTHORS:
S. J. Harper
is the pen name for the writing team of Samantha Sommersby and Jeanne C. Stein,
two friends who met at Comic- Con in San Diego and quickly bonded over a mutual
love of good wine, edgy urban fantasy, and everything Joss Whedon.
Samantha
Sommersby left what she used to call her “real- life” day job in the psychiatric
!eld to pursue writing full- time in 2007. She is the author of more than ten
novels and novellas including the critically acclaimed Forbidden series. She
currently lives with her husband and terrier pup, Olive, in a century- old
Southern California Craftsman. Sam happily spends her days immersed in a world
where vampires, werewolves, and demons are real, myths, and legends are
revered, magic is possible, and love still conquers all.
Jeanne
Stein is the national bestselling author of The Anna Strong Vampire Chronicles.
She also has numerous short story credits, including most recently the novella
Blood Debt from the New York Times bestselling anthology Hexed. Her series has
been picked up in three foreign countries and her short stories published in collections
here in the U.S. and the U.K. She lives in Denver, Colorado, where she !nds
gardening a challenge more daunting than navigating the world of mythical
creatures.
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