Dark
Flight
The
Shadow Slayers, Book 3
Cassi
Carver
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: May 21,2013
ISBN: 978-1-61921-550-4
ASIN: B00B99RJPK
Number of pages: 263 pages
Word Count: 83,000
Cover Artist: Angela Waters
Book
Description:
In
a world of shadows, a pure heart can be the most dangerous weapon of all.
Kara has been training for months
to help take down Brakken—the merciless black-wing who is making life hell for
the Demiáre. But when Julian discovers a scout has been tracking Kara, he wants
her out of the fight—even if it means breaking her heart in the process.
Gavin isn’t much better. He’s
already lost so much to Brakken and has no intention of allowing the woman he
loves to be the next sacrifice. He and Julian have their hands full trying to
fight Brakken’s army and keep Kara safe, especially after her recent visit to
the mythical white-wings. Since her return, she’s been acting
decidedly…strange.
With a terrible battle looming,
Kara doesn’t have time to think about her conflicted feelings for Gavin and
Julian—or the fact that she’s developed an unnatural taste for Gavin’s blood.
But if she thought it was complicated evading mysterious scouts and fending off
vicious black-wings, she’s learning that’s nothing compared to loving two
strong-willed men.
Product
Warnings:
This
book contains angels that aren’t what they seem, a heroine with mad midwifery
skills, and a metamorphosis that will change life as we knew it.
Shadow
Rising
The
Shadow Slayers, Book 2
Cassi
Carver
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication:
September 25, 2012-digital
August 6, 2013-print
ISBN-10: 1619213648
ISBN-13: 978-1619213647
ASIN: B00B99RJPK
Number of pages: 272 pages, print
Word Count: 82,000
Cover Artist: Angela Waters
Book Description:
Her
lover is back from the dead…but now there’s hell to pay.
When Kara Reed learns her
bondmate, Julian, is truly dead, and that Gavin has seemingly skipped town, she
figures things have hit rock bottom. But soon, a string of bizarre accidents
has her doubting those closest to her. And to make matters worse, the
demon-king’s brand carved into her best friend Abbey’s stomach is deteriorating
by the day.
Then a powerful coven of witches
issues Kara an ultimatum. Bring them the blood of a true fallen angel—the only
thing that will heal Abbey—or die. Kara would do anything to help her friend.
Problem is, the only fallen angel she’s seen lately is the disoriented
black-wing who attacked her scouts. One who looks suspiciously like Julian.
Getting his blood might be easier if he was more interested in kissing her than
killing her.
Caught between a coven of
vengeful witches and a murderous dead lover, Kara must deliver the blood, heal
the slow poison of Abbey’s brand, and save Julian from being consumed by the
Abyss. But to do this, she may need the help of the one man she swore never to
trust again…Gavin.
Product
Warnings:
This
book contains an angry demon returning from the dead, a clan lord hiding a
terrible secret, and a hunted heroine cracking open a can of whoop-ass. Watch
out for creepy kitties, exploding bad guys, and some very sudsy shower sex.
Slayer's Kiss
The Shadow Slayers,
Book 1
Cassi Carver
Genre: Erotic Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Date of Publication: Feb 14, 2012-digital, Feb 5, 2013-print
ISBN-10: 1609288947
ISBN-13: 978-1609288945
ASIN: B0061SNX8G
Number of pages: 272
Word Count: 86,000
Cover Artist: Angela Waters
Book
Description:
When the past flies in your face, clip its wings.
Slayer's Kiss , The Shadow Slayers, Book 1
Kara Reed is a supernatural failure. But where her magic falls
short, her fists get the job done. The criminal element doesn’t stand a chance
once she hits San Diego’s dark streets.
When two smoking-hot tenants move in next door, she thinks her
love life might finally be heating up. Just being near Gavin and Julian is
enough to make her want to offer her body on a platter.
Gavin and Julian know it’s only a matter of time before the
truth comes out. They’re fallen angels sent to watch over the king’s daughter,
one of the last females of her kind. Trouble is, she doesn’t seem to think she
needs watching—unless they’re watching her shimmy out of her clothes.
No matter how tempting her guardians, Kara’s not about to let
anything stop her from tracking down a sadistic killer who carves into his
victims and leaves them for dead. Even when she realizes her target may be the
very scourge of heaven from which her angels swore to protect her…
Product Warnings:
Contains a kick-ass
heroine with a foul mouth, a kind heart and a raging libido, and two fallen
angel warriors who wouldn’t have her any other way. Watch out for sex in the
clouds, a magical island of hedonism and a love triangle that gives new meaning
to the term “hot-wings”.
About
the Author:
Cassi Carver lives in sunny
Southern California with two dogs, four kids, five chickens, and one hubby who
gives great massages. She gets to San Diego’s Gaslamp Quarter for research
(okay, happy hour) as often as possible. She’s never saved the world, but she
keeps sexy boots on hand just in case the opportunity arises.
When Cassi isn’t busy plotting or
writing, she enjoys reading, spending time with family and friends, caring for
pets, getting outdoors, and watching sappy movies that deliver reliably happy
endings.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/CassiCarver
Facebook: www.facebook.com/CassiCarverAuthor
Website: cassicarver.com
Dark
Flight Excerpt
Copyright
© 2012 Cassi Carver
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Kara dropped into a crouch
behind the leaves of a giant bird of paradise as her claws silently pushed
through the tips of her fingers. Her thigh muscles burned from the continued
strain, but they could catch fire for all she cared. He wasn’t going to get
her. Not this time.
When the sound of furtive
footsteps approached, crunching softly through the thick, tropical undergrowth,
Kara grabbed onto a low-lying branch and swung herself up, then quickly scaled
the side of the tree. Her heart beat full-throttle, hammering so hard she hoped
he couldn’t hear it. But if his hearing was that good, even the shallow breaths
she took might give her away.
The buckskin-clad shape came
closer. Head to toe, he wore a suit made of animal skin with a leaf pattern
hand-drawn on the material. It was a hunting suit. But Kara didn’t feel like
being hunted tonight.
She waited until he was
directly under the tree where she hid. His chest and back were strapped with
weapons that slowed him just enough to put him at a disadvantage. With a
silent, decisive breath, Kara leapt.
Claws extended, she pounced on
his back from above, flattening him to the ground under her, crushing a mass of
fern fronds under his thick chest. She pulled a knife from his back strap and
held it to his throat.
Smiling, she leaned down to
whisper above his hooded ear, “Give up, big guy?” If it came out a little
throaty and seductive, she couldn’t help it. Victory was a major turn-on. But
then again, when it came to Gavin Cross, just breathing the same air was enough
to get her hot and bothered.
He shifted under her, and his
hulking body had no problem moving her with him. With her knees straddling his
hips, she lifted up to allow him to roll onto his back.
“Lady Kara…” the man began,
“you have need of me?”
Kara dropped the knife and
jumped off, falling to one knee and clobbering a sprig of wild orchids in the
clumsy maneuver. “Who the hell are you?”
“Patrick. You don’t remember
me?” The warrior sat up and searched her eyes for a moment, but then his
confusion cleared, as though he’d finally caught on to what was afoot. “Ah, you
really don’t remember me, do you? You simply have need of a man. I don’t mind,
my lady. I would be honored to service you.”
It still bothered Kara that his
offer lit fuses all up and down her body. If she hadn’t grown up as a regular
gal, she probably would have taken him up on his offer. Right here. Right now.
Already, his substantial interest was growing.
She stood and brushed the
debris from her black jeans. “I’m so sorry, Patrick. I really didn’t intend
to…jump you. Lord Gavin and I are doing training exercises out here, and I
thought you were him. You may want to hunt somewhere else until we’re
finished.” When his brows rose, she added, “Finished training.”
Patrick stood, assessing her
with a wry smile, then he retrieved his knife and returned it to its sheath.
“Lord Gavin, you say? But he was the one who ordered the hunt.”
“He did what?” But just as she
said it, something slammed into her from behind, carrying her blindingly fast
through the maze of trees and vines until the blurred image of a clearing
appeared.
In the next instant, she
crashed into the tall grass face first and rolled onto her back—or was flipped,
more like it. The hulking form above her blocked out the light of the moon with
his massive silver wings. Her back pushed into the soggy soil, the moisture
soaking through her shirt, and a root of some sort pressed against her ribs.
She glared up at Gavin, but
with only an inch separating them, his hazel eyes were huge, eclipsing
everything else in her vision, and his grin seemed to stretch as wide as his
wings. “Gotcha.”
“What was that?” she demanded,
but it was hard to yell at him with his lips so close to hers.
He brought a hand to her neck
and ran his finger slowly across her throat. “If I had a knife, you’d be dead.
I win again.”
Kara’s hands found his waist of
their own volition. “No you don’t. You cheated. You sent a horny hunter into
our training ground. I thought he was you!”
His breath was sweet and spicy,
and the corners of his eyes crinkled with soft lines as he smiled. “Cheating is
irrelevant when it comes to life and death, princess. Don’t expect integrity
from those who want you dead.”
Her hands raked over the bare
skin covering his ribs, until she curled her fingers into her palms to keep
from touching him again. “Okay, that one doesn’t count.”
Gavin laughed and pulled her to
her feet. “It counts. That’s three hundred sixteen for me and seven for you.”
“Shit,” she ground out. “Let’s
try again.”
He reached out and adjusted her
damp black T-shirt so that it lay smoothly against her chest. “You’re not
ready, Kara.”
She batted his hand away. “So I
can’t flash like a silver-wing. That doesn’t mean I’m defenseless.” She’d
killed his brother, who was incredibly strong for a silver-winged fallen
angel—but she didn’t think there would ever be a right moment to throw that in
Gavin’s face. Besides, he’d just tell her that his brother hadn’t been an
almost invincible black-wing like the beast they were planning to bring down
now.
“We’ve done enough for one
night. Let me take you home. It must be almost three pm in San Diego, and you
said you had to work tonight.”
Now that Kara was officially
part of the Mercury Clan—a band of more than three hundred fallen angel
hybrids—Gavin had finally confided that Mercury Island was located in the
Seychelles chain of islands. Albeit, with all the wards and defenses, there
wasn’t a good chance of a fisherman or passing cruise ship catching on to that
fact.
Being halfway around the world
from San Diego, it was almost twelve hours off from where she called home.
Three pm in San Diego meant she’d kept Gavin up all night here on Mercury
Island.
“Yeah, I do have to work. And
you need to get some rest.”
He wrapped his arms around her,
preparing to flash. “Have you thought about my offer?” As he asked, they began
to dissolve. He carried her through the inky tar, and a moment later, they were
standing on the balcony off her living room overlooking downtown San Diego’s
Gaslamp Quarter.
She let the nausea and the
boneless feeling pass before she answered. “I can’t.”
He growled and released her.
“No lady of the Mercury Clan needs to work. I have enough resources to keep you
comfortable from now until the Armageddon. Did I ever mention that Teras’s
daughter working at a bar for minimum wage and paltry tips is just plain absurd?”
“Only about a dozen times.
Don’t you ever get tired of this subject, Daddy Warbucks? I know I do.”
“Your father was my king, Kara.
How can I hold my head high when I’m not caring for his only daughter?”
Kara reached up—way up, given Gavin’s six-foot-seven-inch
frame—and patted his cheek. The dark blond stubble along his jaw was just starting
to poke through and it tickled her palm. “You’re so cute when you go all
protect-and-provide on me, but I gotta get ready for work now. Bye.” When she
wiggled her fingers in farewell and turned to enter the apartment, Gavin
slapped her on the rump. She yelped and dashed into the living room.
“Brat!” he called after her,
and then he flashed.
And with the sting his hand
left on her ass, he was lucky he did.
She growled and swallowed down
her body’s reaction to her golden-haired protector. Since her lover, Julian,
had called things off three weeks ago, bringing Kara’s sex life to a screeching
halt, her starving body couldn’t handle even grappling or sparring with Gavin
without her wanting to unstrap his weapons belt to unsheathe his broadsword.
She sat hard on the edge of the
sofa and ran a hand over the side of her throbbing backside. What if she did
quit her job? What if she took her place on the island as a lady of the clan?
What would it be like to trade her boots and jeans for island wear and an ever-present
supply of men eager to do her bidding?
As it was, she wondered how
long could she pine for Julian, hoping he’d reconsider—and not just for the
sake of her broken, humiliated heart, but also for how effective his attention
was at helping her control her raging libido.
Truth was, females of Kara’s
kind didn’t do well with abstinence once they’d reached her age. Hell, they
didn’t even attempt it. And now more than ever Kara could see why.
She began to pull off her
boots, but her face was angled toward the balcony window, pointing towards
Mercury Island however many thousands of miles away. “Celibacy sucks!” she
shouted.
But unfortunately, rolling
around with Gavin Cross in a totally different exercise couldn’t happen until
they’d accomplished their primary objective—sending that black-wing bastard
Brakken to the Abyss before he got hold of Gavin’s only child.
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