Shadow Company Continues

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Beyond the Veil, Book One of Shadow Company – Aubrie and Logan

That’s right!  Shadow Company will soon have a third book – Of Blood and Magic.  If you haven’t read the first two books in my Shadow Company series, better check out the sale this week.  Both Beyond the Veil and Deliberate Intent are on sale at Amazon.com.  I suggest catching up because I have some exciting news.  Of Blood and Magic is due out in January.  Book three of the Shadow Company series introduces a third ex-Navy SEAL, J.T. Leighton.  Here’s a working blurb.

J.T. Leighton, ex-Navy SEAL, and teammate of Logan Latimer and Duke Taylor starts a new life in Cheniere Station.  Since the Sultan is responsible for J.T. becoming a vampire, he has his own reasons for hunting down the mind-bending shadow walker.  Tall, mysterious and oh, so sexy, J.T. is a licensed private investigator and undercover vampire hunter.

Each member of Shadow Company has a reason to go after the ‘blood viper.’  J.T. seeks the opportunity to join their little band of warriors on a mission to save those enslaved by this demon of pure evil.  He spends his time killing the Sultan’s spawns while masked as an undead P.I.

J.T.’s plans don’t include discovering the woman who disappeared from his life two years before.  Jessie Colter is the one or was before things changed forever.   Her gifts work some sort of spell on J.T. making him believe they can have a future together.  But what does that future hold?  J.T.’s not sure he dares to find out.

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Now, here’s a snippet from Of Blood and Magic:

The night crept over the land moonless and damp.  Late November held a gloomy grip on Louisiana.  No brightly colored leaves floated from the trees any longer.  No crisp cool tinge to the air of Cheniere Station’s advance into winter.  No, the chill was bone deep and miserable.  J.T. glanced up then down the deserted street with a keen eye for trouble.

Like most nights, he prowled the streets looking for a fix.  Not the kind most vampires sought.  No, he hunted other vampires.  J.T. had been a professional vampire slayer since that fateful night in Afghanistan.  The Sultan, a blood viper of pure evil, had turned him.  He was J.T.’s master.  The Sultan viewed him as a blood slave and his number one boy.  The shadow walker saw J.T. as an asset.  His go-to-guy for blood kills.  The irony was the Sultan didn’t want the bodies for blood.  He wanted them for their souls.

For the first year of his existence as a vampire, J.T. performed the duties of a blood slave.  His instructions from the Sultan were to suck the victim’s blood until they were on the verge of death.  Any more and the victim would die and be useless to the Sultan’s plans.  Any less and J.T could die at the hands of the attacked.

Thank the gods the Sultan’s hold over him diminished once he escaped the Middle East.  Here, he exacted vengeance against all who killed ruthlessly and without remorse.  His notion was killing them was his way to even the score.  J.T. sought justice because there were those who were turned and fought to survive while holding on to some small ruminant of their humanity.

“So, you have a death wish.”  The observation was one he used over and over again.  Each time he confronted a fellow bloodsucker, he taunted his target.  A surprised vampire made for an easy kill.  Plus, J.T, liked the thrill of a face to face encounter.  Sure, a stake through the heart of an unsuspecting vampire was quicker.  The fact was, J.T. craved the confrontation.  If he was going to kill his own kind for a living, why not enjoy the job.   In his line of work, there was never a shortage of prey.  It didn’t matter that he would never kill them all.  J.T. like to think of his nightly hunts as a way of leaving his mark.  That’s what he did, too.  To date, he had killed over a hundred bloodsuckers since returning from the desert.  The job beat the hell out of wandering the streets at night and thinking of the woman he could never hold again.

The vampire whirled, his eyes registered the shock.

J.T.’s feral growl signaled an attack.  A lunge off the ground sent him flying into space before dropping atop the shocked blood hunter.  After all, vampires did not kill vampires.  Laws against such were in place and had been for centuries.

The vampire’s weak punch glanced off J.T.’s chin.  He grappled with the bloodsucker.  Reaching out, he managed to grip that one by the throat.  Wasting no time, he went for the jugular.  Blood spurted as J.T. sank his teeth into the neck of his prey.  His victim’s life fluid filled his mouth and throat as he drank his fill.  Soon, the lifeless body lay crumbled at his feet.  “Good riddance.”  Wiping blood from his face, J.T. whirled at the scent of more vamps.  They were close.

Their spokesman sneered, his fangs shining in the street light.  “Gonna need a little bit of magic to finish us all off, traitor.  You are a hunted man, you know.  The high council has a bounty on your head.  Your days, they are numbered.”  Sauntering sideways, the cocky fellow examined his opponent.

“That fact isn’t going to slow me down.  You’re the next to die.”  Before the trio could blink, J.T. materialized behind them.  Wheeling, each, in turn, found their doom.  The blade in J.T. hand dripped with fresh vampire blood.  Quick and efficient, he wiped the blade on his jeans.  “No need to waste their carcasses,” he mused aloud.  “The werewolves can always make use of a fresh kill.”  Satisfied with a glance about for witnesses, J.T. scooped up the headless monsters and took to the sky.  Dawn was approaching, and he grew weary.

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Look for a cover reveal coming next month.  Thanks for dropping by and leave comments below.  I’d love hearing from you.

Catherine

Beyond the Veil  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N4FIW55

Deliberate Intent  https://www.amazon.com/dp/B072TNDGYJ

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