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Official Blurb.
With an old war raging between vampires and shifters, Ria must learn to refocus her life if she's going to survive. Her renegade fight was just the beginning. The queen is recruiting new soldiers. Ria's going on vicious missions with her battle buddy. And her explosive abilities are malfunctioning at inopportune moments. So now, Ria must forgo her selfish desires to compartmentalize her life, but what's she to do when she can't save everyone she wants to? One girl may not be capable of taking down an empire. Good thing Ria's got help. With a sprinkling of Twilight, a bite of Anita Blake, and a smattering of satirical Buffy the Vampire Slayer, you won't want to miss this dark and witty vampire series. Excerpt from Chapter Forty:
Gene lifted his sword from the tree he propped it against. “I want you to learn to disarm me after you’ve lost your weapon.” He attacked, and I grabbed his arm and flipped him. He attacked, and I twisted the sword out of his hand. He attacked, and I dodged, pulling the sword from his grip. We practice the moves again and again in rotation until they ingrained themselves in my muscle memory. One of the recruits broke formation, stuffing food in his face as he fell to his knees. Sweat stuck his gray Army shirt to his back and under his arms as he shoveled and chewed and swallowed. James stepped forward, lifting the man to his feet. The recruit licked his fingers, struggling to recompose himself as my maker grasped the man’s face. With a sharp move, James wrenched the man’s head, snapping his neck. Frozen in place, my peripheral vision caught the body collapsing to the grass. Dodging Gene’s sword, we circled, and I tried to breathe. My mentor kept me turning, kept me focused on him, while the body was hauled away. Our training time passed quickly, working the horror out of my bones. Gene surprised me, touching me so gently on the back of my neck, openly showing his affections for me. He said, “Be safe.” Something about this befuddled me, flashing Gene in various goodbyes. Final ones from the way the women inside of me cried out. “Always,” I said, the same way I’d told my grandparents. This mission was going to be significantly more difficult than the last two. Damn it. |