A Vampire with a soul. A Huntress with a knife. In Nashville, Blood equals Power.
Will one taste of Josie Hawk cost Keller everything?
Nashville is the newest breeding ground for the darkest creatures of the occult. Huntress Josie Hawk will protect her streets—whatever it takes.
Bar owner and paranormal ass-kicker, Josie Hawk, is dealing with the stress of how to introduce her vampire lover to her vampire-hunting father. Meanwhile, the streets are buzzing with excitement over the announcement of a masquerade themed celebration with the up-and-coming stars of country music.
Josie and Keller are forced to abandon their trip into the secret world of hunters when a mysterious crew of cloaked beings emerge from the shadows and threaten to crash the biggest party of the year.
With the supernatural activity escalating to code red, Josie must find a way to stop the insidious evil hidden behind the array of masks. If she doesn’t, the masquerade party could turn into a mass funeral.
Vampire Lust and Pixie Dust.
Josie Hawk is a Huntress. A killer devoted to protecting the humans of Nashville from the shadows that lurk in the night. But the shadows are gaining ground.
When an infamous pixie tricks Josie into a drug-induced nightmare, Josie envisions the death of her vampire lover, Keller O'Leary. Was the vision a threat ... maybe even a promise? But from whom?
Desperate to track down the source of the toxic psychedelic pixie dust, Josie kicks and punches her way toward the truth. But her efforts backfire, provoking a deadly attack at Wolfie’s—the bar Josie co-owns with her sister-in-arms, Sage.
Tag. You’re it.
Haunted by the threat to Keller, Josie scrambles to outwit her elusive opponent before the deadly game escalates and claims more lives. But in saving Nashville, will Josie lose those she loves?
Or will she be too late to stop the deadly game of tag?
Arranna rises from her gilded throne. She’s wearing a short, skin-tight, green dress that accentuates her curves and her diamond-like skin. Her long legs shine as if they’ve been buffed with extra strength furniture polish. Her wings flutter softly. “Is there something I can do to help you?”
Unlike the pixies at the entrance, Arranna’s voice rings loud and clear. She carries herself in a very regal manner and her speech is no less.
I lift my chin and curtsy at the same time, a combination of strength and respect. “May we speak privately?” The room is full of pixies. Some are hanging from the rafters like bats while others are stretched out on the pillows strewn on the floor.
Arranna purses her pink lips, seemingly considering my request, then like someone who has spotted chocolate cake, she disregards me as if I’m a stale cracker. She tilts her head at Keller, studying him like a lioness stalking her prey. Interest burns in her bright green eyes. Her nostrils flair, and I swear her skin shines brighter, like she’s flipped her sexy switch up to optimum effect mode.
A stab of anger has my clenching my fists. “Allow me to introduce you to Keller.” I slide my palm down his arm and lace my fingers through his in a he’s-mine-bitch move.
Arranna wets her lips with the tip of her tongue and offers Keller her manicured hand. Keller accepts her small hand for the briefest of moments before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. Oh, how I adore this man.
Lifting one eyebrow in challenge, she says, “I’ll speak with him in my private chambers.”
Tramp. My blood simmers beneath my skin. I’m about to self-combust up in here. “Like hell,” I tell her. “Trust me, queenie. You want me on your good side.” I’m usually not the jealous type. Usually. Let me just say if I had claws, bitch would be blind right now.
She laughs. “Do I? Perhaps you’re not the biggest gun in town anymore.”
Keller squeezes my hand and steps forward. “I’m not sure if you’re aware Josie here is working for the Assembly. As am I.”
“I—”
“I suggest you figure out which team you want to play for,” Keller says, cutting her off, his voice coated in gruff authority. “Whoever your big gun is, he is nothing compared to us. It would be best if you remembered that.”
Arranna plants her hands on her hips. “I don’t care for your tone, vampire.”
“Trust me. He doesn’t care.” I move in close. Arranna stands her ground. The only reason she’s looking me in the eye instead of staring at my knees is because she’s literally put herself on a pedestal. “Where is Esmeralda?”
Elle J Rossi is a writer of Dark Paranormal and Fantasy Romance. Overly fond of the happily ever after, Elle lets her characters take control as they lead her down dark and twisted paths on their haunting journey toward love.
When not writing, you'll more than likely catch her hanging with her husband, two kids and a cat who truly does rule the roost, or stealing the mic from her friends as the duel over country karaoke.
