Title: Edge of Oblivion
Author: J.T.
Geissinger
Series: Night
Prowler #2
Publisher: Montlake
Romance
Published: October
2nd 2012
Book
Description
Morgan Montgomery
is waiting to die. Branded a traitor by her tribe, the Ikati shape-shifter has no hope for mercy—until Jenna, the Ikati’s newly crowned queen and Morgan’s
former ally, offers one last chance for redemption. Morgan must infiltrate the
Rome headquarters of the Expurgari,
the Ikati’s ancient enemy, to destroy
them once and for all. The beautiful renegade has just a fortnight to complete
her mission or forfeit her life. Because she does not travel alone…
Xander Luna is a
trained assassin and the Ikati’s most
feared enforcer, famed for his swift brutality and stony heart. Fiercely loyal,
he is prepared to hate the traitor under his watch—until they come face to
face. For Morgan Montgomery arouses something unexpected inside of him,
something that threatens everything he believes in and the fate of the tribe
itself: a love as powerful and passionate as it is forbidden.
Sensual, thrilling, and action-packed, Edge of
Oblivion will enthrall readers with nail-biting suspense and heart-pounding
passion.
Here is a sneak
peek into Edge of Oblivion. Enjoy……
Excerpt
“Come,”
barked Leander from behind the closed door. Matthew pushed it open. Not
satisfied to merely enter the room with her trailing behind, he turned, grasped
her by the arm, dragged her over the threshold, then released her abruptly, as
if he’d been burned by touching her.
So
of course she fell. Of course she did.
Caught
on one of the heels of her shoes, the hem of her dress tangled beneath her
feet. The delicate fabric gave way with a soft ripping noise and she pitched
forward, unable to throw her arms out for balance because they were cuffed
tight behind her back. She fell to her knees on the cold marble floor with a
bone-crunching jolt that startled a pained gasp from her lips, but just before
she fell flat on her face, something stopped her.
A
pair of hands. Strong and warm at her shoulders.
She
was caught and steadied, pushed gently back to her knees where she rocked,
finding her balance. Then she lifted her head and looked up—
—into
a pair of eyes, brilliant amber rimmed in kohl, that stared out from a
sun-darkened face of such cold, savage beauty it sent a thrill of pure fear
humming along every nerve. Adrenaline lashed through her body, primitive and
chemical, and abruptly awoke the animal inside that bristled and hissed and
screamed danger! at the top of its
lungs.
He
was huge—tall and thickly muscled,
far larger than any of her lithe, sinewy kin—and had shoulders so wide she
crouched in a pool of thrown shadows at his feet. His black hair, tipped on his
wide forehead to a widow’s peak, was cropped close to his head. His clothes
were black as well, simple and form-fitting, made for ease of movement. On his
back was a pair of crossed swords, sheathed in leather scabbards. On his belt
and boots were more weapons, gleaming wicked in the light.
But
all this paled in comparison to the more imminent threat of his eerie, amber
eyes.
They
fixed on hers, unblinking, unfeeling, and she realized with another jolt that
this man staring back at her in absolute stillness with that beautiful face and
those scorching, fire-lit eyes wasn’t anything she’d ever seen before. He was
alive, his body was alive, but behind
that mask of perfection, there wasn’t a shred of humanity or mercy or kindness
or feeling. There was nothing. He was dead.
Soul
dead.
He
was the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen.
“Xander,”
said a voice from her right. Leander’s, she supposed, aware on a molecular
level of her thundering heart, her frozen muscles, the stranger’s gaze that had
dropped to the pulse beating wildly in the hollow of her neck. His nostrils
flared with an inhalation, and for one wild, horrified moment, she thought he
might lean down and tear out her throat with his teeth.
But
he didn’t. He only lifted that piercing gaze back to hers and, in a motion of
fluid, predatory grace, drew her to her feet. He released her and stepped back,
never blinking, his attention never wavering, those piercing dead eyes never
leaving her face.
“Xander,”
Leander said again. “This is Morgan. Your flight for Rome leaves at one
o’clock.”
About the Author
More than a
year and two unsold novels later, it was time to take stock again.
But her
determination matched her initial procrastination, and she kept on writing and
learning and trying to improve, trusting that if it was meant to be, it would
be.
Then, during a
trip to Italy in honor of their 10th wedding anniversary and the
honeymoon she and her husband never took, she received an email that would
change her life. It was from a literary agent, and it contained the three words
every aspiring author longs to hear: “I loved it.”
The manuscript
was sold to Montlake Romance who published it six months later. Hitting the
Amazon bestseller lists in both the US and the UK within weeks of publication,
Shadow’s Edge was book one of the Night Prowler Novels. Book two, Edge of
Oblivion published October 2nd, and book three will follow in the
spring of 2013. Three additional installations in the Night Prowler series are
planned for the future.
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