Book Blurb & Info
RECKONING
The Fallen Siren Series, Book 2
by S. J. Harper
She’s sacrificed. He’s suffered. They’ve both been betrayed.
Now it’s time for a reckoning.
Special Agent Emma Monroe has a secret. She’s a Fallen Siren, cursed by the gods and banished to Earth for her failure to prevent the kidnapping of Persephone. As an FBI agent she saves the lives of others believing redemption could be one rescue away.
Her partner Zack is a werewolf and former Black Ops sniper who once carried out a string of questionable assignments. Now he’s determined to atone for his past. Ironically, there’s a portion of his past Zack doesn’t remember—an affair with Emma. Giving into their attraction for one another almost led to their undoing. Now it’s back to business as usual.
While trying to unravel the mystery behind a series of kidnappings in Southern California, Emma and Zack become entangled with political tensions in the vampire and Were worlds. Not to mention the struggles they face in their relationship with one another. With so much uncertainty, they come to realize the only thing they can really count on is one another…or can they?
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Book Excerpt
It’s midafternoon so we have no
trouble getting a nice spot by the window. A tall, willowy redhead appears out
of nowhere.
“I’m Candy.” She drops napkins,
silverware, and straws on the table.
“I know. You wait on us all the
time.” “Right, you and your . . . boyfriend?” I shake my head.
“Husband?”
“Partner,” I inform her. “Strictly
business.”
Her already high-wattage smile goes
up another notch. I place our orders—double bacon cheeseburger, rare, for
Zack; cheeseburger, medium, for me. A large basket of fries. Two Cokes.
When Zack makes his entrance, Candy’s
isn’t the only head to turn. He’s the best-looking man in the place and
completely oblivious.
“A smile?” He slips into the seat
opposite me. “Hav- en’t seen you wearing one of those in a while. What’s the
occasion?”
“You amuse me.”
“Glad to be of service.”
“You have no idea, do you?”
“About?”
I lean forward. “The effect you have
on women. The blonde at the beach yesterday? Candy?” Me?
“Who’s Candy?”
Right on cue, she arrives with our
fries and drinks.
“Your burgers will be coming right
up.”
“She would be the young lady who just
slipped you her number.” “Huh?”
I tap the edge of the napkin his
drink is on. “And you call yourself a special agent.”
Zack reaches for the ketchup. “Candy
evidently thinks I’m special.”
I beat him to it. “Better let me do
that. You’re wearing a white shirt again.”
“Very funny.”
I squeeze a pool into the basket and
we begin dipping the hot, crispy fries into it. Suddenly I’m starving. “I just
realized I got distracted and missed breakfast this morn- ing,” I volunteer,
licking the salt from my fingertips.
Zack holds up his hands. “Please,
spare me the details of your sex life with the King of Darkness. My burger
should be coming any minute. I want to enjoy it.”
“I missed breakfast because Kal and I
were talking. As in having a conversation.”
“How progressive of him.”
I lean forward. “Why do you dislike
him so?”
Zack shakes his head. “It’s none of
my business.” “Yet you can’t seem to leave it alone. Out with it.” Zack snaps
his fingers. “Here’s Candy.” He holds out his hand and takes his
plate. In a minute, he’s bitten off a mouthful of burger.
I stare at him. The chance to get him
to say any more is gone. I settle for raising my own burger to my lips. For the
next five minutes Zack is preoccupied with the mon- strosity that’s
his lunch, me with the lack of progress on our case.
When we’ve finished and the
plates are cleared away, Zack and I sit back, nursing our drinks.
“Is any of this coming together for
you?” I ask him.
He takes one last slurp. “Not really.
Things don’t quite fit. I think by now we can say with certainty
these are not kidnappings for ransom. Abductions, yes. But what’s the
motive?”
“Well, we have a definite type.
Blond, blue-eyed, pretty. The school connects them all. Scholarships. Han- nah
and Sylvia are cheerleaders. The school trip.” I pause. “Did Julie go on that
trip, I wonder?”
“Probably not,” Zack grunts. “She’s
older than Han- nah and Sylvia and a senior.”
I nod. “And her parents didn’t
mention it.”
“No. They were too busy going off on
Rain.” He pauses. “The other connecting factor is the money. They were getting
payments from someone.” He pulls his cell from his pocket. “I’m going to put in
a call to the Ocean Beach PD and see if they know anything about the miss- ing
computer. I’d like to know if they tried to track it and why it wasn’t in the
report.”
He’s got all the local police
departments in his cell’s contact list and as he’s scrolling for the right one,
I glance toward the window. A dark-haired, tree trunk of a man stands outside
on the sidewalk across the street. He’s built like a wrestler—square, heavy
chest, thick thighs. At first, I think the guy is just checking out
the restau- rant.
But as he crosses to approach the
door, Zack’s head suddenly snaps up. A low growl escapes his throat as he slaps
his cell on the table. “Un-fucking-believable.”
His eyes flash. It’s
obvious who has him so suddenly riled.
“You know him?”
Zack doesn’t answer. His eyes are
glued to man as he walks past the window we’re seated in front of and into the
restaurant. After weaving his way through the line, he swaggers toward us,
exuding badass power. Zack reposi- tions his chair away from the table, back to
the window. He doesn’t want the table between him—and anything.
I’m instantly on alert. I recognize
the man for what he is, a werewolf. A pissed-off werewolf. Zack’s hand edges
toward the butt of his gun. The instinctual tell is enough to set me even more
on edge. My heart races. My pulse quickens. I slowly draw my weapon. Gun hidden
under- neath the table, I track the wolf’s movements.
By the time he reaches us, Zack
appears once more composed and in control. His projected sense of calm does me
wonders.
That and knowing I have
enough firepower to blow a nice big hole in the Were’s stomach.
When Zack greets him, his expression
is neutral. “Asa.”
Asa? My thoughts spin back a few
months, to when Sarah first arrived. She was running away from her
pack master in South Carolina. A vicious predator. How did Zack describe
him? Asa Wade is the worst kind of wolf.
Author Info
Samantha Sommersby left what she used to call her “real- life” day job in the psychiatric !eld to pursue writing full- time in 2007. She is the author of more than ten novels and novellas including the critically acclaimed Forbidden series. She currently lives with her husband and terrier pup, Olive, in a century- old Southern California Craftsman. Sam happily spends her days immersed in a world where vampires, werewolves, and demons are real, myths, and legends are revered, magic is possible, and love still conquers all.
Jeanne Stein is the national bestselling author of The Anna Strong Vampire Chronicles. She also has numerous short story credits, including most recently the novella Blood Debt from the New York Times bestselling anthology Hexed. Her series has been picked up in three foreign countries and her short stories published in collections here in the U.S. and the U.K. She lives in Denver, Colorado, where she !nds gardening a challenge more daunting than navigating the world of mythical creatures.
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