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Dear Reader,
In the realm of the Dark-Hunters there is a code of honor that even immortal bad
boys must follow: Harm no human. Drink no blood. Never fall in love.
But every now and again a Dark-Hunter thinks himself above the Code. He
mistakenly believes that he has the power of life and death over humans.
That's when I'm summoned. Who am I? I'm the one thing the fearless fear. Step
over the line and it's my wrath you will face. Nothing can touch me. Nothing can
sway me. I am relentless and unfeeling.
Or so I thought until I met a female Dark-Hunter who goes by the name of
Danger--it's not just her name, it's how she lives her life. She doesn't trust
me at all. And who could blame her? She alone knows that I'm here to be judge,
jury and most likely executioner of her friends. Yet she is my key to saving
some of them. Without her, they all will die.
Dangereuse St. Richard is a deadly distraction. Something about her is
reawkening a heart I thought was long dead. With every day, I am learning to
care about the people I might have to kill.
Most of all, I'm learning to care for her. How can I be attracted to her when
the oldest force on earth is out to see us all dead? It's a race against evil,
and the only hope mankind has is that I do my duty. But how can I do my
duty when it means that I will have to sacrifice the only woman I've ever loved?
~Alexion
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Sins of the Night spent
a combined total of 39 weeks on the
bestseller lists. It is also the first
one that broke the top ten of the New
York Times and top five of Publisher's
Weekly.
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Several readers have
asked what's the difference between
Thanatos and Alexion. Besides the
obvious one that Artemis is in
control of Thanatos and Acheron is
in control of Alexion, there's the
matter that Thanatos is called out
after a Dark-Hunter is judged rogue
(or whenever Artemis wants a
particular one dead). Alexion is
called in when there is a group of
Dark-Hunters about to rebel. The
judges are for individuals. Alexion
is riot control for the masses. |
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Factoid: Sins of the Night is set in
Northern Mississippi where Sherri used to
live. She even taught classes at Mississippi
University for Women which is where the
opening scene of the book takes place.
Kyros's house is an old Victorian mansion in
Aberdeen that Sherri toured several times
during the parade of homes. She even has
pictures of her children playing in the yard
there.
The original title for Sins of the Night was
Sins of Innocence.
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Excerpt
Chapter
3
Danger’s reaction to her “guest” was swift and
automatic, and it happened without any premeditation on her
part. She pulled out her dagger and threw it straight into
the man’s heart. He burst apart into a golden dust just like
any good Daimon would.
“Mère d'un dieu,” she breathed. Kyros had been right. The
man was...
Entering the room from the doorway on her right!
Her jaw dropped as he sauntered into the room with an
arrogant swagger and a less than amused smirk. He pinned her
with a droll stare as he moved to stand in front of her. Her
dagger shot from the floor where it had fallen after he
exploded into dust, into his hand.
He held it out to her, hilt first. It was painfully obvious
he wasn’t the least bit afraid she’d use it on him again.
“Could you please refrain from the theatrics. I really hate
doing that. It seriously pisses me off and it ruins a
perfectly good shirt.”
Danger continued to gape as she stared at the hole in his
black turtleneck where the dagger had gone in. There was no
blood. No wound. Nothing. Not even a red mark.
“What are you?” she breathed.
“Well, had you listened before you stabbed me, you would
have heard the ‘I’m Acheron’s Squire’ part. Apparently that
somehow escaped your hearing and you mistook me for a pin
cushion.”
He was certainly a snotty bastard.
“He has some really sweet talents, Danger,” Keller said from
the couch. “He made all the Daimons explode without touching
them, but he won’t tell me how he did it.”
Danger took her dagger from Alexion’s hand, then, without
thought, touched the ragged tear in his shirt. He felt solid
underneath. Real. There was cold skin beneath the silk and
wool fabric and it was hard and masculine. Yet human beings
didn’t shatter like Daimons and no Daimon reappeared after
death...
In that moment, she was terrified of him and terror wasn’t
something Danger St. Richard felt. Ever.
Alexion ground his teeth at the sensation of her soft
fingers on his flesh. His body roared to life as he watched
her examine him like a scientist with a lab experiment that
had gone tragically wrong. She was very short for a
Dark-Hunter which meant Artemis must have taken an unusual
liking for the woman. The goddess preferred to create
Dark-Hunters who were equal in height to the Daimons they
fought.
No more than five two or three, Dangereuse was petite and
athletic. He’d seen her many times lately in the sfora as he
kept watch on what the Mississippi Dark-Hunters were up to.
There had been something about her that caught his interest.
An innocence that still seemed to be inside her. Most
Dark-Hunters were jaded by their human betrayals and deaths,
and by their duties. But this one... She appeared to have
avoided the cynicism that eternal life often brought.
Of course, she was young by Dark-Hunter years.
Her dark, chestnut colored hair was worn in a long braid,
down her back, but pieces of it had escaped to curl
becomingly around her face. Her features were angelic and
delicate. If not for her carriage and self-assuredness, she
would have appeared fragile.
And yet there was nothing fragile about her. Dangereuse
could more than take care of herself and he knew that well.
As one of the newer Dark-Hunters, she was only a couple of
hundred years old and had died while trying to save the
noble half of her family from the guillotine in France
during their revolution. It had been a monumental task she
had set for herself and if not for being betrayed, she would
have succeeded.
Not to mention the woman had the most kissable mouth he’d
ever seen. Full and lush, her lips were the kind that a man
dreamed of tasting at night. That mouth beckoned him now
with temptation and the promise of pure unadulterated
heaven.
She also smelled of sweet magnolias and woman. It had been
over two hundred years since he’d last had the pleasure of a
woman’s body. And it was all he could do not to bend his
head down and bury his face against her soft, tender neck
and inhale the scent of her. Feel the softness of her skin
against his hungry lips as he tasted the supple flesh there.
Oh, to have her lithe body pressed up against his,
preferably naked...
But then given her first reaction to his presence, he didn’t
think she’d react much better to being mauled by him.
Pity.
Danger swallowed in sudden trepidation as she looked at the
man before her. He was just as Stryker had foretold... right
down to the white cashmere coat.
It’s all true. All of it.
He was Acheron’s personal destroyer who had come to kill
them for questioning Acheron’s authority. She felt the
sudden need to cross herself, but caught herself just in
time. The last thing she needed to do was to let him know
she feared him.
Her extremely superstitious and Catholic mother had always
told her as a child that the devil wore the face of an
angel. In this case, it was most certainly true. The man
before her was without a doubt one of the choicest examples
of his gender. His dark blond hair held golden highlights
and brushed the top of his collar. He wore it in a casual
style that swept back from a perfectly masculine face. His
well sculpted cheeks were covered with two-day’s growth of
whiskers that added a savage, fierce look to him.
Like hers, his eyes were the midnight black of a Dark-Hunter
and yet she sensed that he wasn’t one of them. For one
thing, he didn’t drain her Dark-Hunter abilities.
There was an aura of extreme power and lethal danger from
him. It rippled and sizzled in the air around them and made
the hair on the back of her neck rise.
“What are you doing here?” she asked, forcing herself not to
betray anything other than nonchalance. Although, the
earlier dagger throw had most likely tipped him that she
wasn’t exactly ambivalent to his presence.
His smile was wicked and disturbing. “You invited me.”
Was that a play on Ash being a Daimon? No Daimon could enter
someone’s home without an invitation. Or was he just making
an idle comment?
“I invited Ash here. Not you. I don’t even know who you
are.”
He didn’t hesitate with his answer. “Alexion.” His voice was
deep and well-cultured. There was only the faintest trace of
some foreign accent in it, but she didn’t know what
nationality it came from.
“Alexion..?” she prompted wondering what his surname was.
“Just Alexion.”
Keller joined them. “Ash sent him here for a couple of weeks
to check into what you were saying about a Rogue
Dark-Hunter.”
She arched a brow at Keller. “Is that what Alexion told
you?”
“Well, yeah, but then I called Ash myself and he
corroborated it.”
Good boy that he didn’t accept the man’s word. “Did Ash say
anything else?”
“Just to trust Alexion.”
Yeah, right. Like she’d trust a cobra at her feet.
Danger sheathed her dagger before she addressed Alexion
again. “Well, it appears I spoke too soon. I was checking
into the Rogue thing myself tonight and everything’s fine so
you can feel free to return to Ash now.”
Alexion narrowed his dark eyes on her. “Why are you lying to
me?”
“I’m not lying.”
He dipped his head down so that he could speak in a low tone
for just her hearing. His nearness was disturbing and
intense. It actually raised chills over her body as his
breath fell against her skin. “For the record, Dangereuse, I
can smell a lie from nine miles off.”
She looked up to see the deep curiosity in those... She
frowned. No longer black, his eyes had turned to a peculiar
hazel green that practically glowed.
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