BOOK
BLURB:
Blaze
Knight has been through hell and back, but the nightmares aren't over yet.
Five
years after Blaze was maimed by Cyrus Chimola, a powerful vampire with a
penchant for torture, he’s still trying to pick up the pieces of his shattered
life. As a genetically engineered mercenary with the ability to bend fire to
his will and to see in infrared, Blaze’s mission is to protect what’s left of
humanity. When Chimola and his crew return to the Bronx gunning for Blaze’s
blood, Blaze is forced to face the demons of his past. Hell-bent on revenge, he
seeks the help of Valerie Medeiros, an NYPD detective who manages to steal his
heart and save his life in more ways than one.
Motivated
by her sister’s gruesome death, Valerie has made it her life’s goal to bury
every vampire in the ground where they belong. When she brings in Blaze Knight
for suspected murder, she discovers he’s not only innocent, he isn't a man at
all—he's a half-vampire hybrid working with a band of brothers for the U.S.
military. Valerie has a hard time trusting anything with fangs, yet she quickly
falls headlong into Blaze’s life, a life full of darkness and horror she can’t
even begin to fathom. The bodies are stacking up, but Valerie can’t seem to let
go of this hybrid, a beautiful monster filled with pain, rage, and passion
unlike anything she's ever known.
In a
world where the line between good and evil is blurred, Blaze and Valerie will
find danger at every turn, risking everything they’ve come to know and love,
including one another.
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Hell-bent on
revenge, Blaze is out to set the world on fire, and Valerie is the only one who
can tame him. Will she pull him back from the brink or fall headlong into his
dark past?
RELEASING THE DEMONS, a dark paranormal romance and
the first novel in The Order of the Senary series.
REVIEW QUOTES:
From Amazon
readers:
“The story grabs
you right from the start, and when I say it's intense believe me it is INTENSE!”
“The story is non
stop action and heart pounding hold your breath scenes.”
“The author makes
her characters come to life on the pages and you will be tempted to cover your
eyes on many occasions, but you won't want to miss a thing!”
“Let me just say,
WOW! What an action packed book that had me reeling from the start.”
“As soon as I
finished this book, I kept thinking about it. I did not want to leave their
world.”
“Trust me, you
won't catch your breath until the end.”
“You instantly
become invested in the character's stories making you feel their pain and joy
in each heart pounding moment.”
“This is a MUST
read for anyone interested in the genre and ‘you'll be utterly surprised’ for
everyone else.”
“A gritty,
action-packed romance…what more could you want in a story?”
“I didn't know what to expect with this book but I was
blown away.”
From
official review sites:
“I tried
so hard to take my time reading this book…and I failed miserably. I had it
finished in less than two days. I was hooked from the first word and I’m still
reeling after the last one.” – Kristin from Nerd Girl Official
“I
really hope that there are more books with these characters because I loved
them. I’ll definitely be adding this book to my “Read over again” list.” –
Kristin from Nerd Girl Official
BIO:
L.D. Rose is a neurotic physician
by day, crazed writer by night, and all around wannabe superhero. She writes
paranormal romance and urban fantasy, but she’s been known to delve into
horror, sci-fi, and medical suspense on occasion. L.D. Rose is a member of the
RWA, FF&P, NEC-RWA and CoLoNY. She currently lives in Rhode
Island with her studly hubby, her hyperactive boxer, and her two devious
cats.
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EXCERPT ONE:
Valerie kept her eyes locked on the
glass windows covered with cigarette prices and beer ads, watching Tattoos pay
up at the cash register. Once she reached the side of the building, she pressed
her back against the warm brick wall. Sweat trickled down her spine and she
wiped her clammy hands on her jeans before she drew her Beretta. She listened
for the bell hanging above the store entrance, and when it jingled, she peered
past the corner of the building.
There he is.
Holding a pack of Marlboros, he slipped
it into his back pocket along with a silver money clip. He walked back toward
the Chevelle, scanning the area one more time as he stepped off the concrete
elevation.
This is it. Do it. Now!
With her gun pointed at the ground in a
two-handed grip, Valerie pushed off the wall and turned the corner,
staring at his back. Her voice was loud and clear as she called, “Blaze.”
He stopped and pivoted around. A
fleeting expression of confusion filled his face, but it quickly turned into
shock as she lifted her gun and shouted, “Freeze, NYPD!”
Gasps and shouts resounded as everyone
turned their attention on her. Some people ducked while others gawked, and she
wished they would just climb into their cars and get the hell out of here. She
did her best to ignore them, keeping her focus solely on the man before her as
she carefully approached him. He didn’t make any sudden movements, his
brow furrowing as a muscle in his jaw ticked.
Valerie flashed her badge to prove she
wasn’t bullshitting. “Get your hands in the air where I can see them.”
He slowly lifted his arms and spread his
hands out wide. Then spoke with a voice like black gravel, matching
his appearance all too well. “What’s going on here?”
She closed in on him, his presence
becoming more and more overwhelming. Sirens resonated in the distance, sending
a trickle of relief through her. He didn’t appear armed but that didn’t
mean jack.
“Turn around and get down on the ground.
Now!”
Anger consumed the confusion on his face
but he surprisingly complied, giving her his back again before dropping to
his knees with his hands above his head.
She kept her gun aimed and her mind
submerged in the well of her calm. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d
arrested someone; she usually shot to kill. “Cross your ankles,” she ordered,
and he did so, crossing his booted ankles as if he’d done this before.
Valerie placed her foot in the space
between his legs, so if he attempted to stand he would end up flat on his face.
People finally backed away as she removed her tungsten carbide handcuffs from
her utility belt, gripping the Beretta with knuckles white as chalk. Tungsten
carbide was the only metal strong enough to hold a vampire, but she used
it on everyone, regardless of species. Two New Rochelle cruisers whipped into
the gas station, blocking off both exits before four officers leapt out of
their respective vehicles. Valerie put the gun up and cuffed Blaze’s dominant
hand, swinging his right arm around before latching onto the left.
He didn’t put up a fight. He didn’t even
flinch. But he balled his big hands into fists at his back. She read him his
Miranda rights as she cinched the cuffs around both of his thick wrists.
“You have the right to remain silent—”
“I have the right to know what’s going
on,” he growled, showing her his savage profile.
“Anything you do or say can be used
against you in a court of law.”
“What are you arresting me for?”
“You have the right to an attorney.”
“Fuck the attorney—”
She yanked the chain of his cuffs,
bringing his solid body against her as the faint scent of cologne tickled
her nose. She leaned into his ear, anger flashing through her as she thought of
bloody grass and charred flesh.
“You’re under arrest for the murder of
Elena Delgado. Now get the fuck up and move.”
EXCERPT TWO:
His
body hardened, his heart thudding in his chest. If that wasn’t enough, the
stirring low in his belly sure as hell was.
He
wanted her. Badly.
And
so did the leech inside him.
“Blaze?”
She peered at him with concern, taking a step closer.
He
snapped out of it, realizing she’d asked him something he completely missed.
“Huh?”
“Do
you want some coffee? Something to drink? Eat?”
Yeah,
you. He
swallowed his saliva, straightening. “I should get going.”
“Oh.”
She tried to hide her disappointment but she was bad at it. She wants you to
stay. “Where are you heading?”
“Probably
home for a few hours. Rest up a bit.” And drink about a gallon of blood
while thinking of you. “You know.”
Valerie
set what he assumed was the bag of coffee on the counter. She took another step
toward him as a wave of jasmine swept over him, tugging him in places he
shouldn’t be tugged.
He
took a reflexive step back. Goddamn it, he was fine. He’d been fine
right up until now. What the hell just happened?
Bad
idea, Blaze. Bad fucking idea to starve yourself and walk into her apartment at
dusk, with that body, and that face, and those eyes, and that smell . . .
“I’ll
show myself out.”
She
looked entirely confused as he turned away and headed for the door. Christ, he
was acting like he’d never been in a woman’s apartment before, and God knew
he’d been in many. But he’d never been this hungry around a woman before—at
least, not in ordinary circumstances. And he wasn’t famous for his control.
He
could feel it, that ugly darkness inside him spreading through his veins,
making his lips and toes tingle. The leech opened its jaws and yawned, sucking
down what was left of his civility. His gums tightened, squeezing his canines,
urging them to grow, to elongate.
To
spring free.
“Blaze—”
He
needed to get out. Now.
“I’ll
see you in the morning,” he ground out, his voice a near growl. “Good night,
Val.”
He
slammed the door behind him and managed to stagger ten paces down the hall
before his limbs stopped working. Sweat dripped down the sides of his face and
trickled down his spine. His hands shook and he clenched them into fists. He
stood there, chest heaving, heart pounding, fangs pulsing, cock throbbing. He
closed his eyes and lifted his face toward the ceiling, trying to wrestle the
monster down, trying to beat it back into submission.
But
it was already too late.
Through
the din in his head, Blaze heard a door click behind him, disengaging from its
frame. It creaked open slowly as jasmine slithered through the hallway toward
him, rising up and striking at his senses, delivering the final blow. He craned
his neck and spotted her.
Valerie’s
blond hair fell in a curtain as she peeked out, looking for him. Her eyes
widened when she found him, still standing in the corridor, and she quickly
retreated.
“Sorry,”
she murmured, but before she could close the door, he was already there, his
hand propped against it.
She
looked at him in pleasant surprise. “Blaze, I—”
He
didn’t give her a chance to finish. He seized her mouth with his before he
slammed the door behind him and locked it shut.
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