Blood
Assassin
The Sentinels # 2
The Sentinels # 2
By: Alexandra Ivy
Releasing December 30th, 2014
Zebra
Blurb:
They
are the outcasts of humanity. Blessed with power. Cursed by fate. Driven by
passion. The Sentinels have returned…
OUT
OF THE SHADOWS
At
six-foot-three and two-hundred-fifty pounds, Fane is a natural born guardian. A
flawless mix of muscled perfection and steely precision, he has devoted years
of his life to protecting a beautiful necromancer. But after she found love in
the arms of another, Fane has been a warrior adrift. He swears allegiance only
to the Sentinels. And no woman will ever rule his heart again…
INTO
THE FIRE
Not
only a powerful psychic, Serra is that rare telepath who can connect to minds
through objects. When the daughter of a high-blood businessman is kidnapped,
Serra agrees to help. But when she stumbles onto a conspiracy involving secrets
sects and ancient relics, her life is in mortal danger—and Fane is her only
hope. Is the warrior willing to risk his body, his soul, and his heart, for
Serra? Or will one last betrayal destroy them both?
Serra entered the private hotel suite with a sense of
boiling frustration.
Who could blame her?
The clock was ticking toward her death, and Bas had
her running in circles chasing after whores and a drug gang with nothing to
show for her efforts but a headache.
But deep inside, she knew her frustration was caused
as much by the silent man trailing behind her as the stress of potential death.
What the hell had he been thinking to confront six
armed drug runners by himself?
Okay, she logically knew that he could have destroyed
the humans. She’d even tried to pretend she was concerned they might end up
bloody corpses. But inside she’d been a seething mass of terror that Fane would
be injured.
Which for some reason pissed her off.
Was this why he’d always been so insistent that he
couldn’t make her a permanent part of his life? Had he known she would be
tormenting herself every time he stepped into danger?
After all, it was one thing to be at Valhalla knowing
he might be at risk, and another to be watching as he deliberately placed
himself in the line of fire.
She’d been so angry for so long at his stubborn
refusal to believe she was capable of accepting his commitment to his duties.
She assumed he thought she was too pampered, too sheltered to be the partner of
a warrior.
Now she was forced to accept that he might have had a
point.
Watching him . . . shit. She’d been a breath from
stepping out of the car and blasting them with enough psychic force to knock
them out for a week. Only the knowledge that Fane would put himself in even
greater danger if she’d attracted the attention of the thugs had kept her in
the car.
Not that the nerve-wracking afternoon had changed her
feelings for the aggravating beast. She wasn’t sure there was anything that
could destroy her love. But it forced her to admit that her resentment toward
Fane hadn’t been entirely fair. And to acknowledge that being the lover of a
Sentinel might involve more than she’d originally anticipated.
She hated being in the wrong.
“Well that was a waste of a day,” she muttered, pacing
the sitting room.
Bas had dropped them off in front of the hotel,
warning he was returning at eight. Of course he refused to say where they would
be going, only insisting that she was to wear the formal gown.
The bastard.
Moving without a sound, Fane was standing directly in
her path, his hands lightly gripping her shoulders.
“It’s not too late, Serra.”
Her heart skidded to a halt at his touch, her mouth
going dry. She’d spent the entire day trying to ignore her acute awareness of
this man. Now she was too damned tired to deny the thrill of excitement that
raced through her.
“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice husky.
His expression remained grim, but his grip eased,
allowing his fingers to lightly trace the line of her shoulders.
“I can contact the Mave.”
“No.”
He scowled. “Serra—”
She lifted her hand to press her fingers to his lips,
halting his protest. “Not yet.”
Without warning he nipped the tip of her finger, his
eyes darkening with a blast of arousal he made no effort to hide.
“I knew you were going to be trouble the minute I saw
you,” he murmured, his low voice brushing over her skin like a caress.
She frowned, glaring into his hard, starkly beautiful
face. Hell. He was supposed to be the aloof, untouchable Sentinel. The distant
warrior she’d sworn had rejected her for the last time.
She couldn’t possibly fight her aching need when he
wasn’t playing by the rules.
“You don’t even remember our first meeting,” she
accused, her treacherous fingers lingering on his surprisingly sensuous lips.
His hands smoothed down her back, his caress
heartstoppingly tender.
It was something that had always fascinated her.
How such a strong, lethally trained Sentinel could
possess a touch delicate enough to carve the exquisite wooden figurines that
filled the nursery at Valhalla or make a woman melt in desire.
She shivered as he cupped her ass with an intimacy
that made her breath tangle in her throat.
“I remember every second of our first meeting,” he
informed her, the movement of his lips beneath her fingers oddly erotic. “I’d
been away from Valhalla for almost fifty years and I was anxious to return to
my favorite fishing spot by the lake. But instead of the peace and quiet I was
expecting I discovered a dark-haired, green-eyed vixen who was wearing a
dangerously skimpy tank top and shortshorts.” His gaze drifted down to the low
cut of her neckline. “You looked like a wood sprite.”
His low words vividly conjured the magic of the day.
She’d escaped from her training so she could finish
her latest romance novel. It’d been a rare autumn day filled with sunshine and
just a hint of frost in the air. The sort of day that begged a young woman to
play hooky.
Knowing that Inhera, the leader of the psychics and
clairvoyants, would send someone in search of her, Serra had hidden among the
reeds that surrounded the lake, feeling deliciously rebellious.
And then . . . Fane had appeared.
“I glanced up from the book I was reading and I was
dazzled,” she told him, her fingers moving to stroke the exotic tattoo that
wrapped around his thick neck. “You were the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.”
He arched a brow. “Beautiful?”
“You are.” She smiled with rueful resignation. “But
then you grunted at me and before I could even say hi you were storming away in
a huff.”
“Because I felt like a perv,” he muttered, a shocking
heat staining his high cheekbones.
She blinked in confusion. “What?”
“You were so young.” He shook his head. “Too young.”
“I was over eighteen.”
“Barely.” His eyes lowered to the swell of her
breasts, his eyes dilating with a hunger he couldn’t disguise. “Christ, all I
could think about was laying you back on the grass and peeling away that teeny
tiny top.” His hands skimmed up her hips to slide beneath the edge of her
sweater.
She hissed in shock, but he held his searching gaze
even as she shuddered at the feel of his hands on her bare skin.
They scalded. Tormented.
Aroused.
“Then you spent the next fifteen years pretending I
didn’t exist,” she muttered.
He gave a short, humorless laugh, his hands moving up
to cup the heavy weight of her breasts.
“That pretense is well and truly over.”
Serra swallowed a groan, her senses sizzling with
electric anticipation beneath his bold seduction. His fingers found the
straining tips of her nipples, teasing them with a blissful skill.
Oh . . . God.
This was her fantasy. Her deepest dream made real.
But even as her back arched with blatant invitation,
an annoying voice whispered in the back of her mind that at this precise moment
he would be in Tibet if she hadn’t been in danger.
“Shattered by the sword of Damocles that hangs over my
head?” she rasped.
“Shattered by fate.” He lowered his head to brush a
light kiss on her mouth, his thumbs stroking her nipples with increasing
urgency. White-hot excitement curled through the pit of her stomach. “A fate
I’m tired of fighting.”
“I’m not sure what that means,” she breathed, her
hands grabbing his shoulders. To push him away? Or yank him closer?
She hadn’t decided.
He teased her with another brush of his mouth,
lingering just long enough to make her ache for a deeper kiss.
“Neither do I,” he admitted in rough tones. “I suppose
we’ll find out together.”
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Author Info:
ALEXANDRA IVY graduated from Truman University with a degree
in theatre before deciding she preferred to bring her characters to life on
paper rather than stage. She currently lives in Missouri with her
extraordinarily patient husband and teenage sons. To stay updated on
Alexandra’s Guardian series or to chat with other readers, please visit her
website at www.alexandraivy.com.
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