Alabaster Nights
The Josie Hawk Chronicles # 0.5
By- Elle J Rossi
Genre- Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
A Vampire with a soul. A Huntress with a knife. In Nashville, Blood equals Power.
Will one taste of Josie Hawk cost Keller everything?
Midnight Masque
The Josie Hawk Chronicles #0.6
By- Elle J Rossi
Genre- Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
Nashville is the newest breeding ground for the darkest creatures of the occult. Huntress Josie Hawk will protect her streets—whatever it takes.
Bar owner and paranormal ass-kicker, Josie Hawk, is dealing with the stress of how to introduce her vampire lover to her vampire-hunting father. Meanwhile, the streets are buzzing with excitement over the announcement of a masquerade themed celebration with the up-and-coming stars of country music.
Josie and Keller are forced to abandon their trip into the secret world of hunters when a mysterious crew of cloaked beings emerge from the shadows and threaten to crash the biggest party of the year.
With the supernatural activity escalating to code red, Josie must find a way to stop the insidious evil hidden behind the array of masks. If she doesn’t, the masquerade party could turn into a mass funeral.
Indigo Dawn
The Josie Hawk Chronicles # 1
By- Elle J Rossi
Genre- Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
Vampire Lust and Pixie Dust.
Josie Hawk is a Huntress. A killer devoted to protecting the humans of Nashville from the shadows that lurk in the night. But the shadows are gaining ground.
When an infamous pixie tricks Josie into a drug-induced nightmare, Josie envisions the death of her vampire lover, Keller O'Leary. Was the vision a threat ... maybe even a promise? But from whom?
Desperate to track down the source of the toxic psychedelic pixie dust, Josie kicks and punches her way toward the truth. But her efforts backfire, provoking a deadly attack at Wolfie’s—the bar Josie co-owns with her sister-in-arms, Sage.
Tag. You’re it.
Haunted by the threat to Keller, Josie scrambles to outwit her elusive opponent before the deadly game escalates and claims more lives. But in saving Nashville, will Josie lose those she loves?
Or will she be too late to stop the deadly game of tag?
And here is an excerpt from Crimson Beat -
I’m exhausted, sweaty, and bloody. So many kills tonight. I never predicted Ostara would be this bad. Stalking shifters, destructive trolls, witches, warlocks, a phoenix hell-bent on arson, shadowed creatures I’ve never seen before… Why don’t we add confusion into the pot and call it one hell of a clusterfuck, shall we? Hitting the shower is first on my to-do list. I turn to Keller. “You’ve got some explaining to do,” I say quietly, not wanting to interrupt the blissful moment his friends are having. I haven’t forgotten about the dead man in the alley, but I have come to the conclusion that Keller and his friends are innocent of the murder. If those demons hadn’t popped up when they had, I may have temporarily lost my mind and ashed five blameless vampires. I shudder. “I assume you’re not leaving town today?” Assumptions do not equal hope. Not even close. I’m glad I settled that with myself.
Keller shoves his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. His t-shirt stretches tight against his flat stomach. I drag my gaze to his when he chuckles. “Aye. I’ll be in town for a bit,” he says without committing or admitting to anything. That irks me more than it should. He turns to the members of Crimson Beat and tells them he’ll catch up with them later. When he turns back to me, his eyes are liquid pools of simmering emotion. “I’ll walk you home.”
I shake my head. “No, thanks. I’m good.”
“Stop being stubborn.”
“You and your sister need to trash that word, okay?” I don’t wait for an answer, just barrel on. Keller, once again, is the source of my anger and frustration. “I’m not being stubborn. This is me. Take it or leave it.”
He smiles and I realize my error. I back up. Keller follows, stalking me like this is a game of cat and mouse. It’s not a game. But my heart rattles around in my chest. Damn it, I’m excited. A good hunt always spins my adrenaline out of control. That I’m the hunted this time makes no difference. In fact, it only exacerbates the situation.
I turn and sprint, my boots pounding the pavement as I gain speed and the buildings pass by in a blur. Two blocks down, I glance over my shoulder, but Keller isn’t there. This chase is over before it even starts. Relief and disappointment battle for first place in the emotion challenge. Neither is the victor. There is no winner in this war I’ve waged against Keller. Only losers. Two of them.
I slow as my apartment building comes in sight and hide my smile by biting the inside of my cheek. Hard. Keller didn’t disappear after all. He’s sporting a sexy half-grin and I know he knows I’m happy to see him. Not all of me. Just a few parts of me. I don’t think he cares.
I completely ignore him and walk up the stairs. I turn the key in the lock, shove my door open and leave it that way. I will have that shower. What Keller does is up to him. Like I said, I’m weak where he’s concerned. My body craves his kiss so badly I’m shaking. I fumble with the shower knobs. A strong hand covers mine and turns the hot water on. I silently remove all the blades from my body, set them aside and then step into the shower, boots and all. I’m a total vamp junkie and I know it. Thankfully, my addiction is exclusive.
Husky laughter mixes with steam, enveloping me in heat. The hot water eases the strain of my sore muscles. I lay my cheek against the cool tile, enjoying the contrast of temperature. My eyes are closed, but I know he’s about to join me and I can’t stop my breath from hitching. I hear the slide of his zipper, the pull of jeans over skin. I smell his strength—it’s everywhere—and I shiver. Strong and familiar arms slide around my waist and Keller pulls me to him. I lean against him and don’t move. He kisses the top of my head and something about the tenderness of the moment has tears sliding down my cheeks.
Keller turns me around and lifts me off my feet. I can’t look at him. He doesn’t demand that I do. I feel cool lips on mine, and I sigh. That is enough for him. He kisses me now, slow, sensual. Panic stirs in my soul, but Keller shushes me with his consuming embrace. Setting me back on my feet, he slowly undresses me, exposing more than the flesh of my body. Still, my eyes are closed. This only adds to the sensations, allowing me to focus on the way his hands feel against my skin.
I’m naked now.
I’m freezing.
I’m on fire.
I’m so confused. I want what can never be. What I won’t allow. If I’m with Keller, I have to be who he wants me to be, not who I truly am. But I can take this moment in time. And this time will be the last. It has to be. Finally I open my eyes and lift my face. Keller stares down at me. He rocks my core. I reach up and trace the hard lines of his face. He doesn’t move, just waits for me to finish my exploration. His body is so hard, so perfect, so addicting, so dangerous. I grab his neck and yank him down for a kiss. This moment will have to last me for eternity. I’m going to make the most of it. I’m going to show him how un-weak I am.
About The Author-
Elle J Rossi is a writer of Dark Paranormal and Fantasy Romance. Overly fond of the happily ever after, Elle lets her characters take control as they lead her down dark and twisted paths on their haunting journey toward love.
When not writing, you'll more than likely catch her hanging with her husband, two kids and a cat who truly does rule the roost, or stealing the mic from her friends as the duel over country karaoke.
Links-
No comments:
Post a Comment