by Faith Hunter
- ISBN-13: 9780451465962
- Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
- Publication date: 4/7/2015
- Series: Jane Yellowrock Series, #9
- Format: Mass Market Paperback, eBook
Shapeshifting skinwalker Jane Yellowrock is the best in the business when it comes to slaying vampires. But her latest fanged foe may be above her pay grade…
For centuries, the extremely powerful and ruthless vampire witches of the European Council have wandered the Earth, controlling governments, fostering war, creating political conflict, and often leaving absolute destruction in their wake. One of the strongest of them is set to create some havoc in the city of New Orleans, and it’s definitely personal.
Jane is tasked with tracking him down. With the help of a tech wiz and an ex-Army ranger, her partners in Yellowrock Securities, she’ll have to put everything on the line, and hope it’s enough. Things are about to get real hard in the Big Easy.
Daniel hadn’t competed in years…believing that competition was for sissies and martial arts were for fighting and killing. He was probably a lot more dangerous than most people who did compete. And right now he was on his back on the practice mat, trying to figure out if his lungs still worked. It had only been only about thirty seconds since I’d thrown him to the floor, knocking the breath out of him, but that can seem like a lot of time when you aren’t breathing.
“I’m not kissing him,” Eli Younger said, still gasping, sweat dripping off him to the mat in little splats of sound. My Beast and I had been sparring with both of them. Admittedly, it was a little too wound-heavy to be just sparring, but testosterone and the urge to defeat-the-skinny-girl were powerful motivators, keeping them coming back for more when they should have stayed down. And Beast had been having fun.
“Artificial respiration isn’t technically kissing,” I said, talking around a busted knuckle, watching as Daniel fought back the natural panic of the air-starved, arching his back, stretching his throat, trying to force open his airway.
“Still not kissing him. Sorry, bro,” Eli said, toeing Daniel’s shoulder. “Been nice knowin’ you.”
1. What age are you in your mind, and why?
Today? 99, because I have a headache due to the dang diet. Usually, 40.
2. Tomato, broccoli, or cucumber?
3. Have you seen a ghost, and if so, where?
No. But I have felt them. I *have* seen angels.
4. Favorite romantic setting?
On a rolling, Class II river.
5. What city would you like to own?
I hate cities. But if I had unlimited wealth, I’d buy a small old town in the mountains, one with a main street and rows of old buildings. Maybe an abandoned factory or warehouse here or there. And I’d re-do the whole place and make it live-able again. Then I’d hide in the only three-story building in town and watch it flower, as the town’s hermit and benefactor.