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Hunters: Declan & Tori Book 1
Tori McAdams was a sensible woman. She didn't believe in hocus-pocus, she didn't believe in ghosts, and she definitely didn't believe in vampires...not until the night she was attacked by one. Alone, starving and afraid, she doesn't know what's happening but at least she had somebody to turn to...
Declan Reilly was normally the last person she'd go to for help, but now he was the first on her list. He can help; she knows he can. She never could have planned on what happens next, though...the sexy detective is so much more than he appears.
Warning: This book contains violence, sex, more violent, a maniacal murderer, sex, more violence, and a menage or two thrown in for good measure.
**Please note this work has been previously published. While it's been edited, no new material has been added.
Hunters: Eli and Sarel
Book 2
Three centuries is a long time to spend alone...but Elijah Crawford is used to it. He's got his friends, he's got thugs to kill, and a mild obsession with an on-and-off again lover to keep him occupied.
But then a woman appears in his dark world, one who just might bring some light to those endless nights. Just one look makes him hunger. Just one glimpse makes him burn.
There's just one complication. She wants him dead.
Sarel Chandler knows all about vampires and she knows all about monsters-or so she thinks. The monster she knows as Elijah Crawford is responsible for the death of her sister and she's going to see that he pays for it.
There's just one complication...she's completely wrong...and she's about to pay for it in so many ways.
Warning: This book contains a pissed-off witch, a sexy Master vampire, some serious ménage action and lots of one-on-one time...of the up-close-and-personal variety. And I do mean lots...
**Please note this work has been previously published. While it's been edited, no new material has been added.
Tori McAdams was a sensible woman. She didn't believe in hocus-pocus, she didn't believe in ghosts, and she definitely didn't believe in vampires...not until the night she was attacked by one. Alone, starving and afraid, she doesn't know what's happening but at least she had somebody to turn to...
Declan Reilly was normally the last person she'd go to for help, but now he was the first on her list. He can help; she knows he can. She never could have planned on what happens next, though...the sexy detective is so much more than he appears.
Warning: This book contains violence, sex, more violent, a maniacal murderer, sex, more violence, and a menage or two thrown in for good measure.
**Please note this work has been previously published. While it's been edited, no new material has been added.
Hunters: Eli and Sarel
Book 2
Three centuries is a long time to spend alone...but Elijah Crawford is used to it. He's got his friends, he's got thugs to kill, and a mild obsession with an on-and-off again lover to keep him occupied.
But then a woman appears in his dark world, one who just might bring some light to those endless nights. Just one look makes him hunger. Just one glimpse makes him burn.
There's just one complication. She wants him dead.
Sarel Chandler knows all about vampires and she knows all about monsters-or so she thinks. The monster she knows as Elijah Crawford is responsible for the death of her sister and she's going to see that he pays for it.
There's just one complication...she's completely wrong...and she's about to pay for it in so many ways.
Warning: This book contains a pissed-off witch, a sexy Master vampire, some serious ménage action and lots of one-on-one time...of the up-close-and-personal variety. And I do mean lots...
**Please note this work has been previously published. While it's been edited, no new material has been added.
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From the Publisher:
Gold Star Review from JERR Declan and Tori~Runner up for Sizzler awards 2004 for Best Overall Romance
From the Inside Flap:
Tori McAdams was a sensible woman. She didn't believe in hocus-pocus, she didn't believe that crossing a black cat's path was bad luck. She had broken more mirrors than she cared to count and couldn't remember ever wishing on a star./
And she didn't believe in vampires.
But the petite little blonde in front of her obviously did. Her eyes were wide and frightened, and from time to time, got that oddly unfocused look of true fear. As a private investigator, Tori had learned to smell bullshit a mile away. And this girl truly believed somebody was stalking her, trying to turn her into a vampire.
Some sick fuck had done a real number on her. No telling what the back-story was, because the girl was getting more incoherent by the second. Jeez, what was she--all of nineteen?
Twenty-eight-year-old Tori suddenly felt very old.
And it wasn't getting any better as she sat up and took a closer look at the mark on the girl's neck--revealed as her head fell forward--her pixie-like hair falling away from the ragged gash.
Gash? Or teeth marks? Shit, now she was losing her mind.
But they really did look like teeth marks.
Tori knew she couldn't turn this poor kid out onto the streets--and young Dani Mitchell was too scared to go home. "He can get me there," she whispered, over and over again, when Tori had offered to take her.
So, reluctantly, knowing she had no other choice, she made up the little sofa bed in the small room beyond her office. God knew she had spent enough nights here after a late night stake out.
And she doubted the little thing in front of her was a danger. Dani looked about as dangerous as a wet kitten. It took a lot of soothing and hand holding before the girl would stretch out on the bed, but finally she fell asleep.
Tori collapsed into her chair with a sigh and rubbed her eyes with her fingertips. She yearned for a tall, cold margarita, her bed, and some aspirin.
Instead she sat up, reached for the phone, and started making calls.
The last one on her list should have been her first.
But Declan Reilly was somebody she tried to avoid whenever possible.
He made her itchy.
In the worst possible way. Hearing his voice was enough to harden her nipples, dampen her panties and have her verging on the edge of orgasm. He was sex incarnate--sexy as a god, smart as a whip, and just the tiniest bit arrogant. He had wide shoulders, rounded with muscle, a powerful chest that tapered down to a flat, carved belly and narrow hips, strong legs that he covered with denim which encased them so well, showing him to perfection--especially that ass...Tori shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate.
But when Declan was in her thoughts, it was difficult.
A sexy Irish accent remained from the years he had spent growing up in Dublin, and looking into his misty green eyes was almost enough to make Tori believe in leprechauns and faeries.
Almost, but not quite.
He had gone out of his way to make it clear that he found her very appealing. He flirted, he teased, he asked, he seduced. It didn't take much though; Declan was a seduction--with thick, wavy, blond hair that grew a little too long over his collar, seductive green eyes, a clever mouth, hands with wide palms, and long narrow fingers.
But Tori refused to give in.
She was tempted. Thinking of his hands, his mouth, the way he smelled, damnation, was she tempted.
But there was a flaw.
Only one that she could think of, but it was a doozy.
He was a cop.
No way, no how was she getting involved with a cop. No matter how mouth watering he was.
And she didn't believe in vampires.
But the petite little blonde in front of her obviously did. Her eyes were wide and frightened, and from time to time, got that oddly unfocused look of true fear. As a private investigator, Tori had learned to smell bullshit a mile away. And this girl truly believed somebody was stalking her, trying to turn her into a vampire.
Some sick fuck had done a real number on her. No telling what the back-story was, because the girl was getting more incoherent by the second. Jeez, what was she--all of nineteen?
Twenty-eight-year-old Tori suddenly felt very old.
And it wasn't getting any better as she sat up and took a closer look at the mark on the girl's neck--revealed as her head fell forward--her pixie-like hair falling away from the ragged gash.
Gash? Or teeth marks? Shit, now she was losing her mind.
But they really did look like teeth marks.
Tori knew she couldn't turn this poor kid out onto the streets--and young Dani Mitchell was too scared to go home. "He can get me there," she whispered, over and over again, when Tori had offered to take her.
So, reluctantly, knowing she had no other choice, she made up the little sofa bed in the small room beyond her office. God knew she had spent enough nights here after a late night stake out.
And she doubted the little thing in front of her was a danger. Dani looked about as dangerous as a wet kitten. It took a lot of soothing and hand holding before the girl would stretch out on the bed, but finally she fell asleep.
Tori collapsed into her chair with a sigh and rubbed her eyes with her fingertips. She yearned for a tall, cold margarita, her bed, and some aspirin.
Instead she sat up, reached for the phone, and started making calls.
The last one on her list should have been her first.
But Declan Reilly was somebody she tried to avoid whenever possible.
He made her itchy.
In the worst possible way. Hearing his voice was enough to harden her nipples, dampen her panties and have her verging on the edge of orgasm. He was sex incarnate--sexy as a god, smart as a whip, and just the tiniest bit arrogant. He had wide shoulders, rounded with muscle, a powerful chest that tapered down to a flat, carved belly and narrow hips, strong legs that he covered with denim which encased them so well, showing him to perfection--especially that ass...Tori shook her head, forcing herself to concentrate.
But when Declan was in her thoughts, it was difficult.
A sexy Irish accent remained from the years he had spent growing up in Dublin, and looking into his misty green eyes was almost enough to make Tori believe in leprechauns and faeries.
Almost, but not quite.
He had gone out of his way to make it clear that he found her very appealing. He flirted, he teased, he asked, he seduced. It didn't take much though; Declan was a seduction--with thick, wavy, blond hair that grew a little too long over his collar, seductive green eyes, a clever mouth, hands with wide palms, and long narrow fingers.
But Tori refused to give in.
She was tempted. Thinking of his hands, his mouth, the way he smelled, damnation, was she tempted.
But there was a flaw.
Only one that she could think of, but it was a doozy.
He was a cop.
No way, no how was she getting involved with a cop. No matter how mouth watering he was.
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- PublisherHydra Publications
- Publication date2013
- ISBN 10 0615827691
- ISBN 13 9780615827698
- BindingPaperback
- Number of pages214
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