Falling
from the Light
Night
Runner
Book
Two
Regan
Summers
Genre:
Urban Fantasy/Paranormal Romance
Date
of Publication: 11/24/2014
Number
of pages: 250
Word
Count: 94,500
Cover
Artist: Croco Designs
Book
Description:
Phoenix,
AZ
All
Sydney Kildare wants is a minute in the slow lane, some time to
decide where she’s going with her vampire lover, Malcolm Kelly. But
after sitting out the last battle, the powerful Master Bronson is
giving orders again, and he isn’t above blackmailing his former
courier to get what he wants.
With
Mal sent to track a vicious killer, Syd is forced to infiltrate a
pharmaceutical company responsible for a drug that turns vampires
into real monsters. She’s unprepared and alone, but fiercely
determined. If her investigation doesn’t satisfy the Master,
Malcolm will pay the price. A wrong turn throws her into the middle
of a vampire power play. Caught between twisting forces, with their
freedom at stake, she’ll have to decide what’s more important:
love, power or revenge. But choosing what feels right might turn out
all wrong.
Excerpt
I
turned to find Thurston staring, like he’d been focused on the back
of my head. “When met Chev on the way in,” I said. “The owner
of the casino. She said that you can ask the front desk for…uhm…for
when you get hungry.”
“Should
I go now?” he asked, uncertain.
“If
you want,” I muttered, distracted by a sudden rush of warmth. I
drifted toward the door as Mickey started speaking to Thurston in
Spanish. She was her usual enthusiastic self. His responses were
brief and tense. I opened the door and leaned against the frame as
Malcolm walked into view.
He
wore a thin, brown sweater over a bright white t-shirt, and the cuffs
of his dark pants were red with dust. Petr shuffled along beside him,
his limp more pronounced as he pointed something out on the armful of
paperwork he carried. Mal raised a hand to wave him off and,
anticipating it, Petr shoved a couple of pages into his palm before
falling back.
“Of
all the hallways of all the prickly vampire hotels in all the world,
you walk into mine,” I said. “Whatcha been doing?”
Faint
lines crinkled around his eyes and his dimple emerged as he smiled.
“Communing
with scrub brush and cacti. It’s therapeutic, and pointy. What are
you…” His smile faded as he stared past me. I turned to find
Mickey holding a pair of tighty-whities in one hand and plaid boxers
in the other.
Thurston
slumped in the armchair in front of her, glowering up from beneath
heavy eyebrows. Mickey tsked and gave me an exasperated look.
“Tell
him he has to choose one.”
“What?
No. I’m not telling him that.”
“He
can’t go without.” She shook them at Thurston. “You cannot go
without.”
Malcolm
backed away.
“Don’t
you leave me here with this,” I hissed.
“As
if I’d leave a lady in distress.” Malcolm’s arm snaked around
my waist and he swung me against his side. “Come on. Let’s see if
we can find something to erase that scene from our memories.”
“Are
we going to drop acid?”
“I
was thinking dinner, but do what you need to.”
About
the Author:
Regan
Summers is the author of the romantic urban fantasy Night Runner
series. As a native Alaskan, she’s used to long, cold nights but
thinks they’re better with a helping of sexy vampires. Don’t Bite
the Messenger, the first in the series, was a finalist for the 2013
EPIC eBook Awards in the paranormal category.
Website:
http://regansummers.com/
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/Regan_Summers
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I like the vibe of the excerpt - can't wait to read the book.
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