Today's THROWBACK THURSDAY feature is ACTIC BITE, the second book in the Forgotten Brotherhood series.
I LOVE Alexei so much!
Arctic
Bite
Forgotten
Brotherhood, Book 2
Being immortal doesn’t mean you can’t die. It just
means you’re damn hard to kill.
When Alexei Medvedev joined
the Forgotten Brotherhood—a group of paranormals hired to assassinate other
paranormals—he knew it wouldn’t be a cake walk. But his next target is one of
Death’s own Reapers gone rogue. For the first time since he started this gig,
“damn hard to kill” feels damn near impossible.
Everyone in the Brotherhood
knows the first rule: don’t fall for your target. But when Alexei tracks
Cassie Dobbs to a remote bar in small-town Alaska, he finds the hot-as-hell
Reaper casually serving drinks as if she doesn’t have a bounty on her
head from Death himself. And now he’s dangerously intrigued.
But Alexei soon has bigger
problems to face than an unexpected attraction. They only send assassins after
those who deserve to die—or so he’s been told. Now that he’s met Cassie, he’s
not so sure.
Because what if everything
he’s been told is a lie...and the person he’s been sent to kill is the only one
who knows the truth?
EXCERPT:
Just her luck. She finally was attracted to a guy and
he was probably here to take her home. Or maybe exterminate her. Did he even
know what she was? Or was this nothing more than her overactive imagination?
Maybe he was socially awkward. No crime in that.
She swallowed back a scream of frustration. She was
making herself crazy with all this speculation.
He remained silent, but he did finally raise his head.
There was something in his expression she couldn’t quite distinguish, and it
gave her pause. Was it regret? Pity?
Anger bubbled up inside her. Swallowing it back took a
real effort, but she managed. With anger would come a burst of energy. That
could alert one of her kind to her presence here.
“Just who the hell are you?” she demanded.
He frowned and tilted his head to one side, seeming
honestly bewildered by her question. “Alexei Medvedev.”
It was tempting to let it go, but she couldn’t afford
to. She leaned closer until their foreheads were almost touching. “Let me
rephrase the question. What are you?” If she was wrong about him, he’d be
confused by her question. If she could catch him off guard, she might get an
honest reaction.
He released a chuff, the sound more animalistic than
human.
It all suddenly made sense—his big size, his enormous
appetite, his ability to easily handle whiskey like it was water. The dark,
musky scent that clung to his skin.
She checked to make sure no one else could hear. For
once, the jukebox was quiet and there was only the hum of the television over
the bar.
“You’re a shifter of some kind, aren’t you?” She had
no idea just what she was dealing with, but having one of his kind show up in
Alaska and come to her place of work was no coincidence.
Without waiting for an answer, she demanded, “Why are
you here?”
He straightened––his great size more intimidating
than it had been up until this very moment. Without the haze of sexual
attraction blinding her, it was easy to see what was glaringly obvious, to put
all the clues together.
Ignorance might be bliss, but it could also be her
undoing. Too bad she hadn’t seduced him last night. That ship had sailed. And
that saddened her even as dread made her stomach clench.
He stared right at her, his icy-blue eyes filled with determination.
“I’m here for you.”
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