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![Haunted Blade (Colbana Files Book 6) by [Daniels, J.C.]](https://images-na.ssl-images-amazon.com/images/I/51nHeiWz7LL.jpg)
Haunted, Hunted…Harassed.
Never
let it be said that Kit Colbana had ever been given the easy road. Or
even the semi-paved road. Only weeks after dealing with the
mysterious—and murderous—being called Puck, she’s got another killer on
her hands. Perhaps even two.
Some
of the bodies turning up bring up haunting memories of a past she longs
to forget, but as always, that past is chasing her at her heels, like a
hated shadow.
As
the body count racks up, there’s an imbalance of power, particularly
among the vampire population, and Kit must yet again deal with ugly
memories as one of the monsters who tried to break her is set free to
deal with the imbalance of power. Yet while a power struggle rages in
East Orlando, there’s another, more subtle battle taking place and Kit
feels like the center of it all.
Arrogant?
Maybe. But the dead bodies don’t bear the mark of her grandmother’s pet
killer by sheer coincidence…and she doubts her nemesis being released
is either.
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Excerpt :
“You’re
trying to distract me.” I tugged my shirt down only to realize at some
point, he’d already gotten my bra unfastened. Swearing, I adjusted that
and moved so that the table now separated us. “Not funny, Damon.”
“I wasn’t trying to be funny.” He tugged at his jeans and went to stretch out on the couch, watching me with heavy lidded eyes.
So he was hiding something—and it was a wasted effort because I knew what it was.
“I
already know you met with Malcolm. And apparently, you’re
distracted—that makes me think you’re worried about something,” I said,
pacing closer to him. “Or you’d figure out how I know.”
His nostrils flared and his body tensed.
He
didn’t move from that lazy, slumped position, but his lids lifted and
the dark pupils of his eyes flared, darkening his deep gray eyes to near
black. “You’ve talked to him…and Marie. Both in one day. I didn’t
know you even knew them. Ambitious, kitten. You investigating me
again?”
I curled my lip at him. “Funny.”
“I’m
not laughing.” He reached up and caught the front of my jeans, tugging
hard enough that he pulled me off balance and I ended up falling onto
his lap.
He wrapped both arms around me, holding me tight even when I tried to wiggle into a less-awkward position.
“Damn
it, you’re a caveman, sometimes,” I said, jabbing him into the gut and
twisting around until I was somewhat comfortable. He relented and
loosened his grip, letting me sit straddling his lap. “For the record, I am not laughing either.”
Jabbing
him in the chest, I added, “No, I’m not investigating you, you dumb
ass. He’s telling me that he wants me to do a job—says there’s a blade
he wants me to find.”
Damon
blinked, the action so slow it was almost comical. He did it a second
time, this just simply closed his eyes and shook his head.
“You’re not taking the job,” he said after almost a full minute of silence.
I gave him a withering look. “You’d do better to reword that, pal, because if I even thought you
were trying to dictate how I could work and who I could work for, the
two of us would be having the fight to end all fights, right before I
kicked your ass out of my apartment, for like…forever.”
But if I expected those words to bring about any apology, clearly, I was mistaken.
Slowly,
in a move that somehow conveyed all the power in his big body, Damon
rose to his feet. His hands hung loose at his sides as he studied me,
head cocked. “If Marie was here talking to you, and if you’ve been
talking to Malcolm, I’m assuming you’ve already figured out a crucial
detail.”
“Just what detail is that, big guy?” I asked, chin going up.
“The prick is dangerous.”
“Newsflash—I knew that quite some time ago. I didn’t need to talk to Marie, or him, to figure that out. I steer clear of him anyway.”
Stalking
close, Damon reached out and hooked his hand around my neck, drawing me
to my toes as he hipped his head. “Then why are we having a problem
here?”
I bit his lower lip, using that as a distraction. It almost worked.
The knee I tried to drive up between his knees worked better.
Still,
between the two, I was able to twist away from him and evade his grasp
as I moved farther away. As he turned toward me, blood welling on his
lip, I held up a staying hand. “We’re about to have even bigger
problems if you don’t calm the hell down,” I warned him.
He
held his position, watching me with glittering eyes as he swiped the
back of his hand over his mouth. The small smear of blood that remained,
he cleared with a flick of his tongue. “We’re going to have a
reckoning about this soon enough, you got that?”
“I’m
scared.” I curled my lip at him, mostly to piss him off—I was plenty
pissed myself. “Do you honestly think I’m stupid enough to work for
him? He’s either fae or an ancient—or both—and you think I’m that crazy, even after what went down with Puck?”
Damon’s brows shot up, then slowly, his face relaxed. “You know what he is.”
“Please.”
Smoothing my shirt down, I tried to settle myself, but the anger
buzzing off him was taking on an erotic edge and that was affecting me
in very, very unsettling ways.
“Give me some credit. I realize I haven’t been around the block as many
times as you have, old man, but I’m not exactly an idiot.”
He
rocked back on his heels, still eying me narrowly. “Since you know
what he is and you’ve already said you don’t plan to work for him…what’s
the problem?”
“You!” Huffing out a breath, I crossed my arms over my chest. “You big ass, you don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do! You’re not my alpha! You’re not my sugar daddy, my boss or my master. I love you, Damon, but you don’t get to control me—I don’t obey your orders but you think you can growl and snarl at me and I’ll meekly obey, after all this time?”
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About the Author:
J.C.
Daniels is the alter ego of author Shiloh Walker and was created
basically because Shiloh writes like a hyperactive bunny and an
intervention was necessary. J.C. is the intervention. The name… J.C.
Daniels is a play off of the three people who pretty much run Shiloh’s
life.
J.C./Shiloh
Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She fell in love with
vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the
more…ah…serious works of fiction. She loves reading and writing just
about every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but
now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest. She
writes urban fantasy, romantic suspense and paranormal romance, among
other things.
About Me…seriously
They
always say to tell a little about yourself! I was born in Kentucky and
have been reading avidly since I was six. Writing became more my focus
in middle school-I had a very boring teacher and voices in my head.
There was also a book that didn’t end the way I wanted it to end-don’t
ask me the book, because I don’t remember. I just remember I started
writing. I never stopped.
About
me now… hmm… I’ve been married since I was 19 to my high school
sweetheart and we live in the mid-west. I started writing full time in
2004, which lets me write during the day and still devote more time to
my family- three adorable children who are growing way too fast and my
husband who doesn’t see enough of me.
I like to read. There’s a shocker!
This
list will vary, a lot, but personal faves include Nora Roberts, Stacia
Kane, Ilona Andrews, Kresley Cole, Julie James, but my all time favorite
is SL Viehl. She writes sci fi and romance, but my favorite of hers is
the sci fi series Star Doc. If you haven’t read them, I think you’re
missing out.
Review to follow. This is another great addition to the series!
