Thursday, June 22, 2017

Dark Love Rising and #AuthorLove for @Danita_Minnis #Romance #Ebook


Danita Minnis:


Born and raised in the heart of New York City, Danita is a singer, writer and lover of romance. Her fourth novel, Dark Love Rising is her first vampire romance. She is the author of the ghostly love story Adderley’s Bride and the Cardiff novels, Falcon’s Angel and Love Entwined.
Mystery, mayhem, the fantastic and the fey are as intriguing as Siberian Huskies - shout out to the Khan Man. One more hour with her laptop and Danita is living the dream.



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Dark Love Rising
By
Danita Minnis

Blurb:

Former MI6 agent Xavier Quinn would say that you're daft if you think he will stop killing for a living. But that is exactly what is about to happen. Very soon now, Quinn will start killing to stay alive. On the run after taking out the wrong man, Quinn would die a happy man if he could just live long enough to ruin the Parliament member who set him up.

Layla, a 2,000 year old vampire with a moral code, has other plans for the contract killer. When she awakens to the sound of a dark rising, she enlists Quinn to join her on a mission to save humanity from her twin sister Tamara.

But Quinn is just the kind of man that a cold-blooded killer like Tamara needs in her world. A man like Quinn, who never believed in humanity, has only one belief; self-preservation. Being a vampire sounds much better than staying human in the game of kill or be killed. Will he stay alive long enough to find out how Layla's love can change the equation?


Excerpt:

Quinn tucked the gun into his belt and stepped over Al-Sharif’s body.
He had spared the woman. There was no reason to kill her; she was a harmless streetwalker who had just chosen the wrong date tonight. He’d told her to go, and at first she had protested, demanding payment from Al-Sharif. When she saw the gun, she ran.

Quinn started up the riverbank towards the hotel strip, and stopped. A body fell to the ground in the distance. It was too far to tell whether it was a man or woman, but he suspected the blonde hadn’t run far enough.

There was no one else on the Nile banks this time of night. The blonde had plenty of time to disappear, and now he had no time to sweet-talk her. If she was thinking of blackmail, he’d get it over with quickly. With one hand resting lightly on the gun, he made the trek down the strip, brilliant lights on the left, a darkened Nile on the right.

He stopped before the fallen woman, who was curled into a fetal position, naked and not blonde. The blackest hair he’d ever seen covered most of her, but the shivering limbs he glimpsed seemed luminous. There was no moon tonight, and yet her skin glowed, like the alabaster figurines the locals sold at the bazaars on Sharia al-Lokanda.

Quinn knelt to help the woman up. “Are you hurt?”

He took her by the shoulders as she held her head and wavered unsteadily on her feet. Not rail-thin like the drugged starlets who haunted the casinos. Her skin was porcelain covered in gauze and cold as ice, but her curves were hotter than Hades. Her hips were lush and her breasts would fill his hands. Her sickly pallor made her seem too far-gone to be saved from death. He knew death; it was his business.

She was a beautiful cadaver. This young woman was sick.

He let her go when she was able to stand on her own. She pushed glossy sheets of midnight hair out of her eyes and it fell to either side of her, covering her breasts like a silken shroud. He was watching that hair shimmer against her hips in a lover’s embrace when he felt her hands clamp around his neck.

He grabbed her wrists, but couldn’t break the frosted beauty’s grip on his throat.  For one unbelievable moment, he could have sworn her feet didn’t touch the ground. Her head was level with his.

She had seemed almost catatonic before, but now, even as he struggled, this petite goddess pulled him down.

Her eyelids fluttered and he thought she would pass out, but the grip on his neck was cutting off his air supply.

Just as his own eyelids began to close, she looked him directly in the eye.

“Aurelius.” Eyes, the shape and color of almonds, widened in recognition and she loosened the chokehold on his throat.

  
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Thanks for sharing,

Tina


1 comment:

Danita Minnis said...

Tina, thanks for featuring Dark Love Rising today! Quinn and Layare about to embark on a kill or be killed adventure.