Oooh, I’m so excited to announce that CLAIMED BY HONOR is released today! This is book two following JUSTICE IS CALLING, and gets a bit intense 🙂
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Book Description: Claimed by Honor
Michael has moved on, can his Justice Enforcer make a difference?
Does the Sun come up in the morning?
The New York City-State wakes up and their world has been shaken to its core. The Enforcers have been scattered, but they aren’t finished. This vampire is but a bump in their road to keeping the city-state in the hands of the CEO’s. (more…)
If Danny followed him, this whole I’ll distract them business would be a waste. But what other direction did he have? The only way was up.
He scaled the nearest building by climbing up a car and leaping to a small patio. From there it was an easy chicken wing up, followed by another patio until he could reach the roof of this two-story building.
The next building over was too far away for a jump, but that hadn’t been Danny’s plan to begin with.
Instead, he ran to the front and lowered himself to hang over the awning, then dropped, slid down the red and white stripes, and grabbed hold at the last minute to swing himself back and nearly collide with the waitress from before as she stepped out to see what the commotion was.
He held a finger to his lips and then took off before the soldiers could realize he was now behind them.
The rendezvous point—he had to make sure Babur and Kat had met up. But when he rounded the next corner, the flash of a silver pistol stopped him cold. A young man in an old suit exited a beat up car, not even bothering to hide his side-arm, a pistol meant for killing werewolves.
Danny ignored the burning in his leg, pushing on through the woods. The bullet had merely grazed him, tearing a line in his pants and drawing a sliver of blood. Nothing worth whining over.
The soldiers or whatever they were—Gregor’s men, most likely—were drawing close, he could tell by the flutter of a bird one moment, a not-so-distant curse the next. They might have been wearing special operations gear, but they certainly weren’t military trained, that much was clear.
Still, if they caught him or Kat, who knows what would happen.
At a clearing, Danny side-stepped and changed direction. If he continued straight, they wouldn’t even have to track him, but just keep running. This way, he’d be able to test his theory about them being untrained.
He found a rocky ledge and darted around to a slope that led him up, then at the top threw himself flat on the ground and watched, waiting.
Sure enough, a couple of soldiers kept on moving the direction he’d been heading.
You are the Hounds of God. Through your deeds, all sins will be corrected, all wrongs righted, and the evildoers of the world will cower in fear at your feet.
– The Way of Light, A Manifesto,Page 259: Section C.
Katherine pulled at her dusty leather jacket to fend off the cold wind’s bite, mind racing at the possibilities of what they’d find in these mountains. A cure? More clues? As long as it wasn’t simply another dead end, she’d accept anything.
With each leap over rocks and along the mountain path, she became increasingly annoyed at the bounce of her ponytail. One of these days, she’d just shave it all off and be done with it. She liked to tell herself it didn’t matter what Danny would think if she did, but she often found herself taking the extra minute each morning to look her best, even if she knew they’d be searching freezing mountains for hidden caverns—as they were this day.
Searching, and probably ending up disappointed—again.
The years had been a mixture of hope and defeat. Nine years of looking for answers as to why she’d become a werewolf. Nine years of hoping to find a cure, but always coming up empty-handed.
She had only two companions left at this point—Babur and Danny. During their search, they’d found myths of wolf spirits taking over one’s body, and of Native Americans who had called upon these spirits for help. So far, they’d dismissed the European stories of villagers transforming in the night to fight off the evil witches, or going into Hell to keep the demons at bay—they had to draw the line somewhere between plausible and ridiculous.
In these days of the internet, there was no shortage of stories and theories. Yet, in all their searches, they hadn’t come across anything regarding the cure she longed for. The myths were their best bet, and they had led them to the mountains of Washington State.
She slowed at a fallen tree she’d noted earlier as a marker, smiling to see Danny crouching nearby and inspecting the area. His tan leather jacket was covered with dust, and a layer of sweat shone from his forehead.
When he turned to grin up at her, his white teeth gleamed in the dim light of dusk.
It’s with great excitement that I get announce the launch of DEATH BOUND (Modern Necromancy Book 2). What makes it even more exciting is that the first book in the series, DEATH MARKED, now has over 100 reviews! This is a milestone for both myself and coauthor Michael La Ronn.
If you can help us out by grabbing a copy and leaving a review – awesome!