NIGHT’S KISS

by Mary Hughes
Publication Date: November 18, 2019
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Amara, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires

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SYNOPSIS

As a human who hunts vampires, I risk death each night I take to the streets. Bloodsuckers are stupidly fast. I have only my wits, my practice, and my weapons.

Oh yeah, and my rage.

Vampires killed my parents before my eyes when I was young. My revenge? I’ll destroy every last one of the evil bastards, starting with their king.

But only one man can help me locate the king. Achingly tall, dark, and too-sexy-for-his-own-good, Ryker is gorgeous enough to be the vamp king himself. But the devilish arch to his black eyebrow, his white, unfangy grin, and rocking the daytime are good clues that he’s human.

We’ll have to work together as uneasy allies if I hope to get my final revenge on the king—only now it seems evil monsters are also after our prey, and they’ll stop at nothing to see us all dead. And why are they having so much trouble finding the king?

Each book in the Ancients series is STANDALONE:
* Night’s Caress
* Night’s Kiss

EXCERPT:

The vampire’s body hadn’t quite shut down. As the head arced over, his hand shot up.

He netted it.

I swore virulently. Now he’d plop his head on his neck, heal up, and be as good as new.

To come after me again in a never-ending battle.

I need to make the world safer. Quitting doesn’t do that.

Despite my hammering heart and my slashed arm beginning to ache, I squared my stance to go on fighting.

Movement flashed in my periphery. Someone leaping from behind me.

I was so focused on the vamp, I jerked back barely in time as a long body extended beside me, arm reaching. A hand slapped the head from the monster’s hand. The head thumped onto the nearby grass.

The long body, landing beyond the sucker, was a man in a thin charcoal-gray sweater.

The monster wavered. Knees buckling, the headless vamp collapsed in a heap. Blood splattered, but when fighting vampires, carnage happened, or you weren’t doing it right.

One less monster in the world. A surge of satisfaction hit me. One more repayment for the vamps who’d scarred me and Rey.

The man beyond the sucker straightened slowly. Daggers and damn, he was tall. Scary-broad shoulders, and a muscled back. Black as sin hair.

I floated a couple steps closer to him, hoping to see more. Then it hit me—this might be a vampire, too.

Automatically, I took a readiness inventory. Sharp pain in arm. Slashes, blood loss, possibly dangerous. One sword in hand, one sheathed, dagger in pocket. Twelve times twelve is one hundred forty-four—mind is working.

I readied my sword. If the man was a vampire, I was prepared to fight again, though depending on the blood loss, perhaps not for long. If he had red eyes or a battle mask… He turned.

My breath stopped as brilliant onyx eyes met mine, jewels set in a masterpiece of a face.

He’d apparently taken tall, dark, and handsome as a challenge. Seven feet if he was an inch. Black eyebrows slashed in a devilish quirk. Strong cheekbones, an intelligent forehead, and a straight sword of a nose. A thin, mobile mouth. So handsome, my eyes ached and a pleasurable shiver wracked me.

His attention moved to my arm. Almost immediately he spun a backpack from his shoulder.

Released from that onyx gaze, I sucked in a lungful of air. Though he was as bewitching as a vamp, he had no battle mask, and there wasn’t a red eye or sharp fang in sight.

Most importantly, he wasn’t attached to my bleeding arm by the mouth. So, not a vampire. I sagged briefly in relief. Then I got to work, wiping down my sword.

He rummaged inside his pack, coming up with a couple bottles and a pad. Cracking one of the bottles, he handed it to me. “Drink this.”

His voice, dark and rich as liquid chocolate, ran along my flesh like a fingertip.

Getting goose bumps of delight just from his voice finally clued me in. Good grief, was I attracted to him? I had a job to do, here. While I like a good release as much as the next person, I couldn’t afford the distraction of tall, dark, and lickable.

ABOUT MARY HUGHES

I write wickedly fun romantic adventures and steamy paranormal romances, stories that crackle with action and love. Challenging, alpha men–and women not afraid of a challenge. Oh, do the sparks fly when he meets THE woman guaranteed to infuriate and inflame him most. In real life I’m an author, a spouse and mother, a flutist, a computer geek, and a binge-TV-watcher of The Flash, Elementary, NCIS, and Wynonna Earp.