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About the Book
(Night Hawk Series #2)
J.E. Taylor
Trade Paperback, 330 pages
JET-Fueled Fiction/Novel Concept Publishing, LLC
Paranormal Romance, Urban Fantasy
Goodreads Synopsis: Naomi's immortality is nullified, making her vulnerable to the ones who consider her their conquest. If she wasn't already walking over the hot coals of misfortune she would be obsessed with the next ambush. The shadow vaccine is hell in a syringe, the antidote turning Naomi’s blood into a lethal elixir, rendering her toxic to all vampires, including Damian.
Archangel Michael reveals a long buried secret of her heritage and cautions Naomi against personally triggering the apocalypse. If Lucifer discovers just how unique she is, death at his hands will become her most appealing escape.
Chapter One Excerpt
He stood on the snow-covered peak, his dark hair flowing in the breeze with his face tilted toward the moon. Damian Andreas was one fine-looking man and I sighed at his eternal beauty. His posture stiffened and his eyes snapped open, scanning the landscape until they landed on me. The slow smile that spread over his lips sent a shiver up my spine ending with a rush of heat that warmed me to my very soul.
We'd played in the mountains of Colorado for the last five years without threat of retribution, but both of us knew the hourglass was running out of sand. Our cabin near the south shore of Rainbow Lake made for the perfect hiding spot, blending into the woods and surrounding mountainside. From the outside, it looked like a simple hunting cabin built into the mountainside, but it was far more than just a three-sided hut. Using the natural slope of the mountain, he'd carved us a comfortable sanctuary with all the modern conveniences. Water piped in from the lake, heat and electricity courtesy of solar and geothermal heating, and even cell signals strong enough to connect to the Internet. It wasn't the haven we left, but it was enough to make a life together.
Damian dropped from the ledge, morphing into the form of a giant hawk; his wingspan blocked the moon as he circled, descending in a graceful arc until he was a few feet of the ground. He dropped the last few inches in his human form, his intense gaze locked on mine.
"I thought you were reading," he said when his hiking boots touched the snow.
"I was, but I thought the fresh air would do me some good."
He pulled me into his arms and his cool lips brushed mine. His kisses still stunned me as much as they did when we first met. My bones turned to soft clay, melting into him, into his kiss.
The moment our lips separated, the playfulness in his eyes faded and his gaze rose from mine to the trees behind me. His features tensed and he straightened, his eyes narrowing into a glare that bit at my nerves.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in a voice I hardly recognized and I turned, taking in the feral blonde standing at the edge of the woods.
She approached and my pulse jumped at her red eyes and the set of razor teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
"I know your hiding places, Damian," she said in a sensual purr that hung in the night air. "And does he."
Damian's grasp tightened and he did a quick scan of the area before bringing his gaze back to the woman.
"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, honey. I took care of his hunters a few days ago." Her eyes dropped to mine and she licked her lips. "She smells wonderful."
"The way my wife smells is of no interest to you," he said, releasing his hold around my waist, taking my hand and stepping in front of me in a protective stance.
"Wife. Wow." Her perfect brow arched as she renewed her study of me. "And you're not going to introduce me?"
"Naomi, this is Lilith," he said with a voice clipped with an underlying warning.
The name Lilith brought forth a wealth of religious information, but this couldn't possibly be the same as the reference in the Old Testament. The first woman. The first demon.
I stared at her and she cocked her head, her lips spreading in a sly smile that was meant to chill.
"The story is so much more sordid than those old monks scribed," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and igniting my curiosity. "Isn't that right, Damian?"
Damian squeezed my hand and sent a glance in my direction before sliding it back to Lilith. "What are you doing here?" he asked again, this time measuring each word, conveying his distaste.
"Lucy is back on the prowl and he is in one of the foulest moods this universe has ever seen."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means he's hunting and hell bent on finding the two of you."
Damian dropped from the ledge, morphing into the form of a giant hawk; his wingspan blocked the moon as he circled, descending in a graceful arc until he was a few feet of the ground. He dropped the last few inches in his human form, his intense gaze locked on mine.
"I thought you were reading," he said when his hiking boots touched the snow.
"I was, but I thought the fresh air would do me some good."
He pulled me into his arms and his cool lips brushed mine. His kisses still stunned me as much as they did when we first met. My bones turned to soft clay, melting into him, into his kiss.
The moment our lips separated, the playfulness in his eyes faded and his gaze rose from mine to the trees behind me. His features tensed and he straightened, his eyes narrowing into a glare that bit at my nerves.
"What are you doing here?" he asked in a voice I hardly recognized and I turned, taking in the feral blonde standing at the edge of the woods.
She approached and my pulse jumped at her red eyes and the set of razor teeth gleaming in the moonlight.
"I know your hiding places, Damian," she said in a sensual purr that hung in the night air. "And does he."
Damian's grasp tightened and he did a quick scan of the area before bringing his gaze back to the woman.
"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, honey. I took care of his hunters a few days ago." Her eyes dropped to mine and she licked her lips. "She smells wonderful."
"The way my wife smells is of no interest to you," he said, releasing his hold around my waist, taking my hand and stepping in front of me in a protective stance.
"Wife. Wow." Her perfect brow arched as she renewed her study of me. "And you're not going to introduce me?"
"Naomi, this is Lilith," he said with a voice clipped with an underlying warning.
The name Lilith brought forth a wealth of religious information, but this couldn't possibly be the same as the reference in the Old Testament. The first woman. The first demon.
I stared at her and she cocked her head, her lips spreading in a sly smile that was meant to chill.
"The story is so much more sordid than those old monks scribed," she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder and igniting my curiosity. "Isn't that right, Damian?"
Damian squeezed my hand and sent a glance in my direction before sliding it back to Lilith. "What are you doing here?" he asked again, this time measuring each word, conveying his distaste.
"Lucy is back on the prowl and he is in one of the foulest moods this universe has ever seen."
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"It means he's hunting and hell bent on finding the two of you."
J.E. Taylor
About the Author
J.E. Taylor is a writer, a publisher, an editor, a manuscript formatter, a mother, a wife, and a business analyst, not necessarily in that order. She first sat down to seriously write in February of 2007 after her daughter asked: "Mom, if you could do anything, what would you do?"
From that moment on, she hasn't looked back, and now her writing resume includes more than a dozen published novels along with several short stories on the virtual shelves, including a few within eXcessica anthologies.
In addition to being co-owner of Novel Concept Publishing, Ms. Taylor also moonlights as Senior Editor of Allegory, an online venue for Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Horror. She has been known to edit a book or two, and also offers her services judging contests for various RWA chapters.
She lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children, and during the summer months enjoys her weekends on the shore in southern Maine.
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