AWAKENING THE VAMPIRE
SHADOW-WALKERS BOOK 3
(This is a standalone story.)
She protects supernaturals. He hunts them.
Do you like a passionate romance with a tortured vampire hero and a supernatural murder mystery? Rock Star meets Supernatural in this exciting new series. The women are the rock stars here, and they command the supernatural alpha males in their lives. Grab a copy now and enter the sexy, scary, and thrilling world of Shadow-walkers. This compelling romance will capture your soul.
She may be the killer’s next target.
Jessie Henriksen, the cynical lead guitarist of Hecate’s Fury, is convinced Death is stalking her. After all, she wears the Death/Undead rune tattoo. When she discovers her current lover’s mutilated body, his vicious, ritualistic murder thrusts her into the arms of a handsome, mysterious man and into the very destiny she has tried to avoid. Jessie is a Shadow-walker, chosen to protect supernatural creatures.
He hunts and kills supernaturals.
Merrick, a hunter and a dhampir, always hunts alone, but a Shadow-walker could help him solve his supernatural case. When he and Jessie team up to stop the killer, neither can deny the rising passion between them. Jessie lowers the barriers Merrick has built around his heart and discovers his dark past. If their love is to bloom and survive, he must convince her he isn’t a heartless killer. And other darkness awaits them, more than just the murderer. Surviving won’t be easy.
Targeted Age Group:: 18 and older
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
My Shadow-walkers series is inspired by my time as a rock and roll musician. The females are the rock stars, and they command the supernatural males they love. It's a cross between Rock Star and Supernatural, a nod to both of the things I like.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The characters in my Shadow-walkers series are based on female musicians I've known and worked with in bands. They each have different personalities and quirks related to the instruments they play.
Sometime later, I awoke screaming. I was trembling and coated in sweat. My heart racing, I lay there trying to calm my panting breaths.
Lit by soft lamplight, Merrick leaned over me. “It’s okay. It was just a nightmare.”
I released a deep breath and tried to relax my pounding heart, which only beat faster as I took in Merrick’s solid, bare chest.
“I was dreaming about Bobby, about what I saw.”
“It’s a terrible thing to see the ones you love murdered,” he said in a strangely rough voice.
I slowly sat up against the stacked pillows and glanced at the curtained window. Between a gap, darkness still blanketed the world outside. The digital clock on the nightstand blinked 6:03 a.m.
Refreshed after four hours of sleep, my mind was clear. “I remember something from last night.”
“May I sit?” He gestured toward the spot on the bed next to me while he tugged on his T-shirt.
“Sure.” I scooted over to give him more room.
He settled down, angling his body toward me. “What do you remember?”
His hair was damp, and he smelled of soap and shampoo as if he’d just showered.
A pleasant shiver rippled through me, and I swallowed hard, focusing on our murder mystery. “I heard singing about the time Bobby was killed. I thought it was the wind. You said the Dearg-due uses a siren song to lure its victims. That means she was there.”
He bunched his brows together and rubbed his smooth, freshly shaved chin. “That is troubling.”
A small white glob dotted his jaw.
“You missed a spot.” I leaned forward and wiped off the shaving cream with my finger, pausing and forcing back the urge to stroke his smooth skin.
Merrick enclosed his hand over mine. He met my stare, and his eyes smoldered with passion that fluttered my heart. Arousing energy swirled and crackled in the air between us, thick with desire. He cleared his throat and blinked, releasing his hold, breaking the intense exchange.
I licked my bottom lip and rested my hands in my lap. “Are you sure she didn’t kill Bobby?”
“The way he was killed wasn’t her M.O., and that doesn’t explain the young woman’s demise.” He glanced over at the desk. “I did track her there, though I lost her. She’s a particularly wily vampire, more like a faery, and able to move between different realms.”
A chilling thought seized me like winter’s icy fingers gliding up my spine. “What if she was there? Summoned by a human?”
His eyes widened, and he locked onto my own wide gaze.
“Merrick, has a human ever teamed up with a Dearg-due?”
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