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Hunter's Angel
by Cera DuBois
Blurb :
The serial killer stalking Clayton,
Pennsylvania, isn’t all that has Chief of Police Grace Wallace worried. For a
year, she’s tried to forget Special Agent Ian McHenry and now he’s the expert
the FBI sent to catch the killer. She can’t stay away from him, but something
primal is telling her to run to save much more than just her heart.
Despite the strict code of ethics
Ian vowed to follow as a vampire hunter, he craves Grace’s blood above all
others. If he chooses to stay, Ian risks losing his chance at divine
forgiveness.
But if he leaves Grace unprotected
from the evil he’s hunted for over a century, he loses more than just his soul…
About
the Author:
Cera duBois has a strong belief in
never giving up on your dreams… Although Cera was unable to read due to
dyslexia and a learning disability until she was in the fourth grade, she
always had a story to tell. She wrote her first novel in eleventh grade when
she had to keep a journal for her academic English class.
Since her life was far from exciting
growing up as a farm girl in West Central Pennsylvania, she decided to rely on
her imagination to give her something to write about. Over the course of the
school year, she wrote a tangled romance set in the Deep South during the Civil
War.
Becoming an author was her ultimate
dream. Despite holding a BS in secondary social studies education from Penn
State University, she currently works full-time as a medical secretary.
A mother of a teenage son and
pre-teen daughter, she lives near Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, with her husband of
nearly 20 years. If she isn’t sitting in a quiet corner with her laptop, warm
days will find her in the English garden surrounding her house. Cera loves to
read and is interested in history, romance, science fiction and the
paranormal.
She also writes contemporary
Westerns under her real name of Sara Walter Ellwood.
Website: http://www.ceradubois.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/sara_w_ellwood
Excerpt:
Excerpt:
“I’m in love with
the man inside the vampire.” Grace moved
her hand to thread through his silky hair. When she rested the other over his
heart, a soft sigh escaped his lips. Underneath her palm, the slow beat was
barely noticeable.
His thumb grazed
her cheekbone and slowly trailed down to the hollow of her throat. Her
breathing quickened at the zinging anticipation as he caressed the pulse point
where he’d claimed to have taken blood from her. He glanced at the spot with
eyes as haunted as he sounded. “I’m not a man.”
“But
you were once.”
He
met her gaze again. “Yes, once.”
His fingers
lingered over her pulse. Her heart raced under his touch. She tilted her neck
as if his touch awakened some base instinct to offer the sacrifice. “Do you
still want my blood?”
Ian stepped away
and locked his wide-eyed gaze onto hers. At last, he rasped, “No, I don’t want
your blood. Oh, God, I still crave it. You have the sweetest I’ve ever had, but
I will never hurt you again.”
She
didn’t know what possessed her to do so, but she whispered, “You can
take...some of it.”
He
closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he acidly said, “No, Grace. I can
never taste your blood again. It would kill you.”
Fear
of what she’d wanted him to do tumbled through her. She stepped away, and for a
moment, she considered telling him to leave. How did she know any of this was
real? She couldn’t imagine she’d ever freely offer a vampire her blood. Did she
really believe him? He was sucking her into his insanity. But if this was true
and he could make people do things against their will, maybe he could control
her feelings.
“Maybe
I should go?” Ian backed away another step and headed toward the counter where
he’d left his dagger. He turned back to her with the sheath in his hand. Her
heart shattered with the knowledge that, if he walked out the front door, she’d
never see him again. “Goodbye, my sweet angel.”
His jagged murmur
ripped at her soul as his eyes took on a blazing intensity and snared hers. She
felt a pressure in her mind, and she knew what he intended to do. He wanted to
erase her memories of him.
No!
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