Hello all and welcome to the Release Week Event for Catacombs book three in The Immortal Archives series! I have some great teasers in store for you along with a giveaway for a $20 gift card to Amazon, Barnes & Noble, or Book Depository! Before I give you those teasers here's a little bit about Catacombs!
SUMMARY
No one will hear her scream.
More than five years have passed since Emily was accidentally infected with the blood of a pure vampire. Now a member of this elite secret organization, it’s time for her to run her trials and determine her place within the hierarchy. After an awkward evening with her leader Gaius, she wants nothing more than to get back to teaching at the Warrior school for demon hunters. But before she even has the chance to leave, she, Noel and Abby are all summoned to deal with the organization’s dirty little secret. Something deadly has been trapped within the catacombs beneath their headquarters for centuries, waiting for the day to wreak vengeance. That day has finally come – and the horror of what lies beneath may destroy them all.
New Adult Urban Fantasy
EXCERPT
Banging again, the door was
swiftly yanked open between her third and fourth pound.
Disheveled would have been a kind assessment to the nightmare
standing before her. The blackout curtains were still closed, but even in the
dimness, Abby could tell Emily looked like she’d gone one-on-one with a weed
whacker and lost. Pushing her way into the room, she teased, “Well, that
explains why you’re not out there fighting for the attention of a certain
bachelor.” Damn, this room is nice.
Emily closed the door and roughly rubbed her hands all over her
face. “I may be looking for a partner in life but I’m not desperate for one.”
“And dating Gaius would be considered an act of desperation?”
“Competing for him would be.” Emily dug through her bag,
flinging out fresh clothes with so much force they whipped the air. Why she
hadn’t put them in the drawers yet, Abby didn’t know. “I mean, why are all
these women throwing themselves at him anyway?”
“Well, I’ve only spent so much time with him, but from what
I’ve seen he’s nice, smart, powerful, he rules an organization and he allows
all kinds of immortals to use his pad as a haven to escape the craziness of the
world. Exactly which of those traits were supposed to turn those women off?”
“Whatever. They can throw themselves at him all they want. I’m
not gonna play this game.”
Abby couldn’t help but smile, but thankfully Emily was too
preoccupied with her bag to notice. “But you already are. You just have a
different strategy. Kudos to you for playing hard to get. Being easy certainly
hasn’t worked.”
Snapping to attention, Emily actually pointed at her on the way
to the bathroom. “I’m not playing hard to get.”
“Uh-huh. Okay.”
“I’m not!” Emily yelled defiantly as she crossed the threshold.
Abby yanked the curtains open to fill the room with much needed light, then
nosily browsed the room that felt twice the size of hers and Noel’s. Quite
honestly, Abby was surprised the room just had a sitting area instead of an
actual living room since it was in the secured wing. She must’ve been given one
of the smaller rooms on the floor, but still, it beat hers by far. Gaius had
been very generous.
On the table beside her reading chair was a framed photo Abby
couldn’t resist picking up. It was of Emily, Darby and Mira, all dressed up for
the festival back in Wellas, the little town down the mountain from where the
Order’s school was. They were an Athenian goddess, a Swiss bar maid and a
glittering fairy – their cheeks cherry red from the cold. She smiled,
remembering that night all too well. This was the before shot. Before they got drunk. Before they were jumped on and
slashed at by a baby grinloch.
Before it all went to shit.
Before both of Emily’s best friends died.
Two more hunters gone from this Earth. Even with Eraticus gone,
they were still dying too quickly.
Her smile now saddened, she placed the picture back.
“So why are you so bent out of shape?” she asked. “Why do you
care what these women do?”
“I’m not and I don’t!” Her voice was echoing inside the
bathroom, and Abby wondered if Emily had neighbors who could hear her right
now. “I just think he can do better, is all.”
“So does he apparently. Otherwise he would’ve picked one by
now.” Flicking on the light and opening the closet door, Abby’s jaw dropped
before crying out, “Whoa! Holy mother of walk-in closets!”
“What?” she asked, joining Abby in the oversized closet.
“What?” Abby mocked.
Fingering through the rack with admiration to the new wardrobe, Abby stated,
“You did not bring that much luggage with you. So either you’ve learned a spell
to rip off a couture shop or this wardrobe was awaiting your arrival.”
“Yeah, so? Doesn’t your closet look the same?”
Abby felt her muscles take on that are you nuts? face – the one she usually reserved for Noel – and
her head slowly rotated sideways. It took a second, but Emily’s expression
finally took on a knowing look. “Oh. Oh! Oh, crap.”
“Yeah. Oh, crap,” Abby parroted. Crossing her arms, she
curiously asked, “What exactly has happened between the two of you so far,
‘cause he sure as hell hasn’t been this generous with me.”
Uncomfortable with the question, she fidgeted,
stammering, “I… Well…”
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