From the dark depths of the Realms, the warrior emerges with one mission. Protect humankind from the daemon’s unquenchable thirst. Fight to the death to save the innocents. No matter the pain or cost, never veer from the mission. One life sacrificed for the good of all.
Geneva Phillips life changes forever when she embarks on a weekend in the Arizona White Mountains to soothe her broken heart. Geneva never realized offering an injured man refuge from a raging storm would plunge her into a dangerous and sensual world. When a bloodthirsty daemon targets Geneva as his next kill, she must rely on the mysterious stranger to keep her alive. Alek Savakis is an Enforcer for the Brethren of Stone Daggers. His mission is to destroy a rabid daemon loose in the area. His one intent is to kill the daemon and move on, the last thing he needs, or wants, is to find himself stranded with a woman who drives him mad with the need to possess her. As their dark enemy continues to feed on the innocent ones Geneva fears Alek will go to any length to protect mortals even if it means sacrificing her to the daemon.
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Excerpt:
If it hadn’t been for Alek’s hands dropping onto her shoulders, anchoring her in place, she would have slammed into the psycho from the woods.
“Can Alek come out to play?” the man asked in the same child’s voice used to trick her into opening the door.
Her brain labored to process the fact the little boy was this tall, lean man, with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, his shoulder propped casually against the door jamb. Angry brown stains marred the front of his tattered shirt. Mud stuck to his black pants. His hair hung past his shoulders in dirty, thin strands.
He didn’t even look at Alek. He focused on her. His anticipation and hunger to devour her slid around her body, his wickedness became an oppressive cocoon. A horrifying apparition with eyes so black the pupil melded with the iris, and skin, the pallor of someone who had been sick for a long, long time.
The crazed look in his black eyes told her his sickness wasn’t physical.
“Geneva. Behind me. Now.” Alek’s cool, steady voice was in direct opposition to the terror and sense of evil that drenched her more than the wild rain pushing through the open door. Her instincts screamed danger and pushed her to run from the man at the door. Behind Alek didn’t seem far enough. She sprinted for the bedroom, for Alek’s strange, lethal weapon.
Her foot collapsed under the pressure. She crashed to the floor. Her knees and palms stung, ankle pulsed, heart raced. She flipped to face the stranger, scraped her butt against the floor until she scooted back as far as the sofa would let her.
The man at the door grinned while she shuddered, a few feet from him, unable to tear her gaze from his long incisors, and his crooked dagger-sharp teeth. “He can’t be real,” she whispered.
The man’s tongue fondled one of the lethal points. “Keep lying to yourself while I deal with your boyfriend,” he said.
His voice was devoid of compassion, throbbing instead with sadistic pleasure while she cowered on the floor. “Alek, you picked yourself a ripe one. She looks good enough to eat.”
Her heart beat against her chest like a terrified butterfly desperate to escape imprisonment.
“She’s not part of this, Sarko.” Alek reached his hand out to her, never taking his eyes from the threat.
Sarko. The man who cut and bruised Alek.
“I can smell her fear. I hear her blood rushing through her body, her heart knocking against her chest. It’s such a fucking turn-on.”
“Geneva, don’t look at him. Stand up and come to me,” Alek ordered, his hand still extended.
It was one order she would have followed if she could have torn her gaze from Sarko and stopped her plunge into a deep, dank hole. The longer his eyes captivated her, the more endless the pit became. Sarko’s voice echoed through the blackness describing the vile things he would do to her once she let him inside the cabin.
He terrified her. His words sickened her.
Yet, she wanted to let him inside.
She opened her mouth prepared to welcome him when Alek breached Sarko’s mind control and pulled her out of the black hole. It took a few seconds to clear the dark energy from her head and realized she huddled in the protective curve of Alek’s side. She buried her face deeper into his side, curled her fingers into fists. With her face turned away, she kept Sarko’s odor, sour decay mixed with dirt from wafting up her nostrils. She resisted looking at Sarko again for fear of finding herself in the bottomless pit again.
“Run, Sarko. Find a hole to cower in because I will come for you. I will give your victims justice,” Alek said.
The urge to look was too overwhelming. She shifted and peeked.
Sarko lifted the collar of his shirt to lick one of the dark stains. “I’m still hungry. This one was good. But she’s just an appetizer.”
The muscles in Alek’s arm and chest bunched. She clutched him tighter, fearing he would attack, leaving her alone.
“You’re only one man. You can’t protect them all. The purer their soul, the better they taste. And I mean you, sweetheart.” Sarko winked at her, turned and sprang from the porch.
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