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Today I’m on the ‘Hunted’ blogtour, organized by Love Books Tour.
To promote this book I have an excerpt, but before I let you read it first some ‘basic’ information.
About the Author(s) :
USA Today Bestselling Authors Sarah Biglow and Molly Zenk are the authors of the Captivity series and the Celestial Academy series. Independently, they write across multi genres including: YA, urban fantasy, historical, and cozy mystery. Sarah lives in Boston with her husband and son. Molly lives in Denver with her husband and three daughters.
On the hundredth anniversary of being turned into a vampire, Edith Dorset joins her adopted daughters and their friends at the Heartsong Clan’s annual Live Action Role Play recruitment event where she meets an eager young man named Dan Paxton. His older brother and Hunter, Darren, thinks Dan’s merely chaperoning a trip to a nerd convention, but has no idea he’s partnered with vampires for the weekend.
When Darren discovers Dan missing, he follows the only lead he has to the Heartsong Clan’s residence on Tombstone Row. Edith and Darren’s first meeting is uneasy because he lies his way into the Clan’s house, claiming to be there to play on the side of humans. He’s determined to keep his Hunter instincts in check, rescue his brother, and get it out of there.
An impromptu late-night encounter leads Darren and Edith to come clean with each other about who and what they are. Edith longs to keep Darren and his brother close, although it goes against Clan rules, and Darren is finding it harder than he thought to snuff out Edith and her family. Darren and Edith grow closer as they seek out the truth from her Sire, Mr. Heartsong.
While Darren uses all his Hunter skills to free his brother and be the hero, Mr. Heartsong banishes Edith from the Clan for her behavior towards Darren. No longer having Clan protection, Edith is faced with a terrible choice. Just as Darren returns with Hunter reinforcements, Heartsong and his Clan have vanished, along with Edith and her family. All that remains is a note from Edith, begging Darren to find them. And so, the hunt begins.
I shouldn’t have let Danny talk me into coming to this damn convention. Crowds don’t bother me, but here, with everyone dressed up and covered in face paint, it’s a hunter’s nightmare. Th e slight pallor that warns you’re dealing with a vampire is impossible to pick out and that much body heat obscures their less-than 98.6-degree body temperature.
But, I loved my baby brother and he’d been begging me to come to this since he turned fi ft een. He was about to turn eighteen and life would get harder for him. Mom and Dad would have indulged him so I’d said he could come as long as I chaperoned. He’d mentioned something about meeting up with friends. I hated to admit it, but I’d focused on my training lately and didn’t know the first thing about his friends. The fact we’d come so late in the day didn’t thrill me either. It meant a higher chance that vampires could be out in force.
Danny had sweet-talked his way to the front of the line, leaving me behind. The moment I’d lost eyes on him, panic coursed through my veins. Hunter Academy intel said the Heartsong clan planned to recruit at this convention. My reason for saying ‘yes’ to Danny’s yapping about the con were twofold: indulge him, and get a lead on the vampire clan we’d been trying to take down since the hunters founded the Academy. Heartsong was crafty. I’m sure every member of his so called “family” were the same. As I inched closer to the front doors, I pulled my phone from my pocket and fired off a text.
DANNY, WHERE ARE YOU?
No response. Cel reception in such a massive space could be iffy in places but we had Academy-issued devices that boosted the signal when it dropped below two bars. He’d gotten the message.
That meant he was ignoring it or unable to answer. Neither option was great in my book. The pair of girls in front of me—maybe only fourteen—glanced back at me through their made-up eyes.
“What are you supposed to be?” one of them asked, a lisp elongating the ‘s’.
I glanced down at my all black outfit and trench coat. Another stipulation Danny had insisted upon was I dress up. Not one to abandon form, I’d made sure every item of clothing could conceal my gear. I’d made sure nothing would tip off the authorities or any vampires who might use the convention for their hunting grounds.
“Secret agent,” I answered. It was true for the most part. “I’m undercover.”
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