Spotlight
Synopsis:
A preternatural killer stalks the streets of San Francisco, leaving a trail of drained corpses to be found by the human authorities.
Desperate to protect the vampire’s secret the city’s Enforcer calls on the Assassin to put a stop to the spree.
An ancient order, long thought dead rises from the ashes of history bent on death and the destruction of all vampires.
And Morgan Blackstone stands in the eye of a gathering storm that will change everything.
A preternatural killer stalks the streets of San Francisco, leaving a trail of drained corpses to be found by the human authorities.
Desperate to protect the vampire’s secret the city’s Enforcer calls on the Assassin to put a stop to the spree.
An ancient order, long thought dead rises from the ashes of history bent on death and the destruction of all vampires.
And Morgan Blackstone stands in the eye of a gathering storm that will change everything.
Excerpt
The assailant stiffened, his body rigid as he swung his head around to face Grace. He smiled though it didn’t reach the cold pools of silver fire. When his eyes met hers, she heard a whisper in the back of her mind. Classic fight or flight response, and for the first time in decades it told her to flee. As the mugger’s smile grew, she saw the tips of long, sharp blood-covered fangs.
Those aren’t real, she told herself even as she kept her weapon trained on him. She had cleared her throat a second time before she spoke. “Back away from the woman.” Her voice held the note of command every cop learned at the academy.
The man chuckled, released the woman from his grip, and she slipped to the ground in a heap. The killer took several steps back, toward the half wall in front of the parked cars.
“Stop right there.” Grace expected immediate compliance and shook her head when he didn’t.
“How many stories up are we?” His voice held a hint of an eastern European accent and an air of assured superiority.
In an instant, Grace made an assessment. The guy was confident completely self-assured as if he knew what the outcome of their meeting would be.
“Shut up. Step away from the barrier. Put your hands behind your head. Fingers laced together. No sudden moves.”
“I do not believe I will be complying with your order.”
“What?” she asked, the strangeness of his language distracting her.
“You heard me, Inspector. I am afraid that I cannot comply with your order. You see,” he glanced at the other woman. “She is quite dead, and I simply do not have time to answer all your questions. Seeing as how I have a prior engagement which I cannot miss. Therefore, I must take my leave of you now.”
Before Grace could react, the man turned, took two steps, vaulted over the waist-high barrier and disappeared over the edge. Grace ran toward the precipice as fast as she could, a wordless howl of frustration escaping from her lips.
When she reached the wall, she braced her hands against it and peered over. She saw him falling. Grace cringed and closed her eyes at the moment of impact, opening them a second later. He should have sustained massive injuries. By all rights, he should be dead, but as Grace watched, he picked himself up and brushed dust off his impeccably tailored suit.
The man tossed a quick glance up and met her eyes. A smile curled his lips and he tipped an imaginary hat to her before strolling into the night whistling a jaunty tune. Seven stories up, Grace leaned against the wall, squinting at him over the edge to see where he went. Within seconds, he turned the corner and disappeared from sight.
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