“Kill Bill” meets “Blade” in this action-packed urban fantasy revenge thriller.
A missing child. An unlikely alliance. A thirst for blood and vengeance that spans the Earth.
Raven’s quest to kill the 13 Vampire Lords is thrown into an undead, unholy mess when her greatest enemy appears and proposes a truce.
Deserted and desperate, Fernanda begs Raven to help her find her daughter who’s been kidnapped. While Raven would rather shove a stake through Fernanda’s cold, undead heart, she can’t pass up an important lead that could bring down the Vampire Lords for good.
Together with a ragtag band of misfits—a mischievous witch, a mysterious vampire princess, an anchor-swinging siren, and the traitorous ex-friend who ruined her life—Raven must set aside her personal vendetta long enough to traverse the globe, find the missing daughter, and slay the rest of the Vampire Lords…before it’s too late.
From the Book…
I awoke with a loud gasp. I don’t know how long I’d been out or where I was. All I recalled was a long period of darkness and the feeling of bobbing and swaying around.
I lay in a simple cotton bed nestled in the corner of a gloomy cabin. The room was lit with flickering lanterns. A salty smell wafted in from outside. As I sat up, a burning, agonizing pain flared in my chest. I clutched it and grimaced.
Then his face reappeared in my mind, and it all came flooding back.
Donovan.
Last thing I remembered was him stabbing me and tossing me off the cliff.
“Donovan Brand,” I hissed, clenching a fist. “Even if it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to fucking kill you.”
As my rage abated, I checked my surroundings again. How did I survive? Or maybe this was my personal hell, or some sort of purgatory?
No, I was alive. The throbbing agony that covered me from head to toe was proof of that. But how?
I examined myself. I’d been stripped and dressed in a nightgown. Bandages coiled around my wounds. I fought against pin-pricks of pain and hoisted myself out of bed. The floor rocked underneath my feet. Waves tossed around outside.
A ship?
I needed to find out. I limped to the door, then gave a shout when it cracked open. Stepping into the glowing lantern light was my savior: a tan-skinned woman with curly, dirty-blond locks. She was dressed in a long, old-fashioned black coat and leather boots. A frilly white blouse popped out from underneath her jacket. A pirate hat with a long brim sat atop her head, and an eyepatch covered her right eye. Her athletic body moved with both elegance and authority.
“Hola, wéona,” she said with a beaming smile. “How are you feeling?”
That voice. That Spanish accent. And that beautiful, ocean-blue eye. No way.
“Sirena?”
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