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.
Book Links:
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01MZFICFR/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1485912379&sr=1-1
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/dark-love-rising-danita-minnis/1125606509?ean=9781542798402
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Thanks for sharing,
Tina
1 comment:
Tina, thanks for featuring Dark Love Rising today! Quinn and Layare about to embark on a kill or be killed adventure.
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