FURY UNLEASHED, the first book in the Forgotten Brotherhood series is out today! I can't tell you how excited I am about this new series. I hope you love the Brotherhood as much as I do.
Who
are the Forgotten Brotherhood? They’re a group of paranormal assassins, the misfits that other paranormal creatures
fear. They aren’t the monsters lurking under the bed. They’re the ones that
kill them.
They live by a
strict code: Kill only those that truly deserve it and let their gods sort them
out. Kill them before they kill you. Never, ever betray a fellow assassin.
Fury
Unleashed
Forgotten
Brotherhood, Book One
Maccus Fury, a fallen angel, is trying hard to keep his
sanity. Seems being an assassin might be catching up with him. Now, Heaven, or
Hell, has sent a beautiful assassin to kill him. Lovely. She’s
pretending to seduce him, and he’s okay with that. She’s smart and snarky—but
she has no idea what she’s walked into. And he’s more than peeved that they
only sent one person. They’re going to need an army if they want him dead.
Morrigan Quill is one of Hell’s bounty hunters. She sold her soul to keep her sister safe, and now she’s working off her contract by catching bad guys and dragging them back to hell. When Lucifer makes her a new offer––that’s definitely too good to be true—she can’t say no. All she has to do is kill a powerful and crazy-hot fallen angel, who will totally kick her ass in battle.
Good thing he won’t see what’s coming next.
Morrigan Quill is one of Hell’s bounty hunters. She sold her soul to keep her sister safe, and now she’s working off her contract by catching bad guys and dragging them back to hell. When Lucifer makes her a new offer––that’s definitely too good to be true—she can’t say no. All she has to do is kill a powerful and crazy-hot fallen angel, who will totally kick her ass in battle.
Good thing he won’t see what’s coming next.
TEASER:
The man was built
like a god—wide shoulders, a deep chest, and biceps like small mountains. But
it was the tattoos that drew her. They were everywhere.
Lethal throwing
knives covered each side of his torso. He had a haladie, an ancient weapon with
blades extending from both ends of a central handle inked on both arms. The
details were incredible. It seemed that if she reached out, she could pluck
them off his skin and use them to kill an enemy. Push daggers were etched into
his palms. Like their name implied, they were small but deadly blades with a
grip that allowed you to push them into your target.
A walking arsenal,
all in dark ink.
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