Allegiance
Penton
Vampire Legacy
Book
4
Susannah
Sandlin
Genre:
Paranormal Romantic Thriller
Publisher:
Montlake Romance
Date
of Publication: June 10, 2014
ISBN:
978-1477823316
ASIN:
B00HQLQYWY
Number
of pages: 344
Word
Count: 93,000
Book
Description:
From
award-winning author Susannah Sandlin comes the fourth book in the
smart and steamy Penton Legacy series.
British
vampire psychiatrist and former mercenary Cage Reynolds returns to
Penton, Alabama, looking for a permanent home. The town has been
ravaged by the ongoing vampire war and the shortage of untainted
human blood, and now the vampires and humans that make up the Omega
Force are trying to rebuild. Cage hopes to help the cause, put down
roots in Penton, and resolve his relationship with Melissa Calvert.
The last thing he expects is an attraction to Robin Ashton, a
trash-talking eagle shape-shifter and new Omega recruit.
Meanwhile,
as a dangerous saboteur wreaks havoc in Penton, the ruthless Vampire
Tribunal leader Matthias Ludlam has been freed on the eve of his
scheduled execution. But by whom? And to what end? As war and chaos
rage on, love is the last thing Cage is looking for, but will his
attraction to Robin distract him from the danger living among them?
Excerpt:
Mirren
Kincaid was six feet,
eight inches of muscle and bad attitude, and Cage would
wager
few had ever spoken to him the way the girl had. At least not and
lived to tell about it.
Cage
glanced at Nik, who was biting his lower lip and not doing a very
good job of hiding his own amusement. “Is she always like this?”
Nik
gave a slow shake of the head. “Negative. Not at all.” He paused.
“Sometimes she’s worse.”
This
time, Cage couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face.
“This is going to be fun, as long as we stay out of the way.”
“I
can f**king hear you, Reynolds.” Mirren growled at Cage over his
shoulder, but kept his eyes pinned on the girl. Woman, Cage should
say, although she was so diminutive next to the Scottish behemoth it
was hard not to see her as a waif. Probably accounted for her
Mirren-like attitude. Short-man syndrome, so to speak.
Mirren’s
hands balled into fists, and if the man had still been human, his
face would have turned about six ugly shades of pissed off. Cage
couldn’t see the big guy’s expression, but he’d bet those gray
eyes had gone from thunderstorm to snowstorm.
“The
colonel has lost his mind.” Mirren’s voice dropped about an
octave. “What could you possibly do to help us here?”
She
propped her hands on her hips, gave Mirren a slow, sultry once-over
with more than a little come-hither in her expression, and lowered
her voice—but not so low that Cage couldn’t hear.
“I
can do things to you that are beyond your wildest dreams, vampire.”
“Uh-oh,”
Nik muttered under his breath. “She’s gonna blow.”
If
Cage hadn’t been afraid Mirren would turn his wrath on the nearest
safe target—him, in other words—he would’ve explained to Nik
that Mirren was showing uncharacteristic restraint, and if anyone was
going to violently break the stalemate it would be the big guy.
“Little
girl, I suggest you walk back into whatever hole in the woods you
crawled out of.” Mirren’s voice dropped even lower and softer.
Funny how, on some people, a soft voice was more menacing than a
shout. “In the morning, the colonel can reassign you to a more
fitting place. I don’t care what you turn into—squirrel, otter .
. .” He gave her a head-to-toe once-over and waved his hand in a
dismissive gesture. “Chipmunk.”
Nik
groaned and looked at the ground. “Oh, man.”
Ashton
took a step toward Mirren, craning her neck again. “And where might
that more fitting place be, Mirren Kincaid?
Oh,
don’t look surprised. I did my homework. Where is it you think I
belong in this man’s army?
On my
back?”
Mirren
shrugged. “Probably, but don’t spread your legs on my account,
honey.”
The
air around them crackled with tension, and even Cage thought Mirren
had gone a step too far.
He opened his mouth to suggest that Nik take Ashton far, far away for
the evening
and
start fresh at dusk tomorrow, maybe with a referee. He froze at her
expression, though. She was grinning, dark eyes alight with mirth and
a look Cage recognized all too well. The undeniable, addictive power
of the adrenaline rush. Ashton was having fun.
Clearly,
the woman was insane. She was suicidal. She was . . . superb.
With
a screech that would do a banshee proud, she ran at Mirren headfirst.
If Cage hadn’t heard the man’s oof
and
been knocked off-balance himself when Mirren fell ass over teakettle,
he’d have sworn he’d hallucinated the whole thing.
“Told
ya,” mumbled Nik, who’d stepped out of the way with nimble speed.
A
burst of pain erupted on Cage’s cheek, followed by the trickle of
blood streaming toward his neck. Damn, but that little woman could
throw a punch. Unfortunately, she was throwing them so hard and fast,
she’d clocked him as well as Mirren.
Cage
rolled out of the line of fire and took the outstretched hand Nik
offered. “That woman is barking mad.” Cage rubbed his jaw, amazed
that Mirren was fending off blows but not striking back.
Nik
nodded. “As a hatter.”
Finally,
breathing hard from either fists or fury, or both, the woman stopped
her assault. She sat astride Mirren, looking down at him with a
frown. “Why the fuck won’t you fight back? Afraid of being beat
by a sorority girl?
It’s
no fun if you don’t fight back.”
Cage
waited for it. The name-calling. Maybe a backhand to show Ashton what
the Slayer was made of—which, even from his prone position, would
send her flying. The lesson-teaching that was sure to follow.
Instead,
the choked noise Mirren uttered was one it took a moment for Cage to
recognize because he’d never heard it from the man. Didn’t think
it was possible. Mirren Kincaid was laughing.
His
voice even sounded different—lighter, amused. “What the hell are
you, Ashton?”
She
climbed off him and rose to her full height, which wasn’t much.
“Eagle shifter. And a damn good tracker. And stronger than you
fang-faces can imagine. Plus, I can fly. So don’t fuckin’ mess
with me.”
Mirren
rolled to his feet with surprising grace for a man his size and
rubbed his face. The fingers he drew from his mouth were covered in
blood from multiple scratches, and there appeared to be tooth marks
along his jawline. “You got a first name?”
Ashton
squinted up at Mirren a few heartbeats. “It’s Robin.”
An
eagle named Robin. Bloody brilliant. Cage opened his mouth to comment
but caught an elbow in the ribs from Nik, who gave a slight shake of
his head.
Right.
Don’t tease the eagle about her name.
Mirren
seemed to have reached the same conclusion, since he bypassed any
comment about ironic names. “Guess you’ll work out after all,
Ashton. Gonna have to find a new place for you to crash, though.
Since the colonel didn’t say you were a girl”—Cage saw Robin’s
eyebrow take a dangerous spike at that, but Mirren was oblivious—“I’d
planned to put you and Zorba in a room together.”
“That’s
fine.” Robin ran her fingers through her short, spiky hair, and
Cage tracked the movement. Such delicate fingers in hands that held
such power. “We sleep together half the time anyway.”
“Aw,
shit,” Nik huffed out under his breath. “I swear that woman has
no filter.” Interesting. “And where do you sleep the other half
of the time, little bird?”
The
words came out before Cage could stop them, which he instantly
regretted. Talk about no filters; his were usually a mile high but
they seemed to have suddenly vaporized.
He’d
been off Robin Ashton’s radar during her preoccupation with Mirren.
Now, however, she stepped away from Mirren and looked at him. Really
looked. Cage felt naked, as if she could see way more than he’d
ever intended to share. When had he developed such a big mouth?
“You
asking me to sleep with you the rest of the time, vampire?”
About
the Author:
Susannah
Sandlin writes paranormal romance and romantic thrillers from Auburn,
Alabama, on top of a career in educational publishing that has thus
far spanned five states and six universities—including both Alabama
and Auburn, which makes her bilingual. She grew up in Winfield,
Alabama, but was also a longtime resident of New Orleans, so she has
a highly refined sense of the absurd and an ingrained love of SEC
football, cheap Mardi Gras trinkets, and fried gator on a stick.
She’s
the author of the award-winning Penton Legacy paranormal romance
series, a spinoff novel, Storm
Force,
a standalone novelette, Chenoire,
and a new romantic thriller series, The Collectors, beginning with
Lovely,
Dark, and Deep.
Writing as Suzanne Johnson, she also is the author of the Sentinels
of New Orleans urban fantasy series. Her Penton novel, Omega,
was nominated for a 2013 Reviewer’s Choice Award in Paranormal
Romance from RT
Book Reviews
magazine. Absolution
was the winner of the 2013 Holt Medallion in Paranormal Romance.
Website:
http://www.suzannejohnsonauthor.com
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