With: N.J. Walters
The Forgotten Brotherhood are a group of paranormal assassins. They’re not the monsters lurking under the bed. They’re the ones that kill them. Their code is simple: Kill only those that truly deserve it and let their gods sort them out. Kill them before they kill you. Never, ever betray a fellow assassin.
As Asher likes to say, he’s special. More than Jo Radcliffe, vampire hunter, realizes. Deadly games have consequences, and someone is playing games with them both. They must work together to hunt down who is behind it all. The more time they spend together, the closer they become. Jo gets pulled deeper and deeper into Asher’s world, but will their relationship survive when Jo discovers the truth?
EXCERPT: BURNING ASH
“You’re impossible.” She reached into her knapsack and pulled out a flashlight, using it to see her way down an overgrown path. Of course, she wouldn’t have come up the main road.
“I’ve been told that. Of course, I don’t believe it.” The light wasn’t necessary for him. She was so capable––he’d momentarily forgotten she didn’t have the same advantages he did.
“I bet,” she muttered under her breath, naturally assuming he couldn’t hear her. He’d much rather see her annoyed or even pissed off with him than to see the stricken expression on her face, especially knowing he’d been the cause of it.
He might have just met her, but she captivated him. Plus, there was the whole mystery of them both being here at the same time. Call him paranoid but he didn’t believe in coincidence. Not when an email from an unknown source had brought him here.
If he wanted to figure out who was behind the missive, he’d have to stick close to Jo. What a hardship. He grinned at her retreating back. Her strides were long and sure, without hesitation. This was a woman unconcerned about walking alone at night. She’d be the same, maybe even more relaxed, if he wasn’t with her.
They walked for about five minutes without talking. Around them, the forest was silent except for the wind rustling the branches and the occasional scurry of a small animal through the underbrush.
The air was crisp and the moon bright. A perfect night for a romantic stroll through the woods. Too bad she was determined to outpace him.
Jo stepped over a fallen tree and skirted around a rock. A truck rumbled in the distance. They were almost at the road.
“I’m not giving you a ride.”
Still grinning, he picked up the pace until he was alongside her. “You’re going to let me walk home by myself. This late at night.” He heaved a sigh. “Chivalry is dead.”
Again, she gave a quick laugh before her lips pursed. “I’m sure you can manage. You had to get her somehow. Where’s your car?”
He shrugged. “I came on foot.” It would probably be better to lie but he stuck with the truth.
“Seriously.” She shook her head and ducked under a low-hanging branch. “You local?”
“Nope, hitched a ride part of the way.” Not a lie but not the whole truth. He’d hitched a ride on top of a transport truck for part of the journey, mostly for the fun of it. The driver hadn’t even known he was there. It was a great way to see the countryside and the cold certainly didn’t bother him. The rest of the way, he’d run at top speed.
“You’re insane. You know that.”
“You’re the one who fought and beheaded a vamp,” he reminded her.
She whirled around, crossbow in hand. “And just what were you doing? Were you hoping to get turned?”
He placed his hands dramatically over his heart and shook his head. “After all we’ve been through together, you’re going to shoot me?” The odds were about fifty/fifty. Although given the glint in her eyes, it might be more seventy/thirty, and not in his favor.
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N.J. Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.
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