A blood-pumping vampire urban fantasy, a steam punk futuristic science fiction, a sensual time-travel and
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EXCERPT
...Tala didn't stop to watch him retreat to stand next to the other pair. She grabbed Ryan's arm and began
dragging him away from the middle of the room, toward a narrow door marked Private. He kept his mouth shut
until she shoved the door open and hauled him through, but when it slammed behind them, leaving them in
pitch black again without the sunshine spell to guide the way, he dug his heels in.
"Do you know where you're going?" he said. He felt a little ridiculous talking to the dark, but the
curling of her fingers around his arm helped dispel some of his hesitancy.
"You mean you showed up to what you thought was a clan meeting without learning the layout of the place
they were using?"
Her voice dripped with disdain; she might as well have screamed, "Amateur!", and been done with it. It was
enough to put Ryan on the defensive. Tala might still be the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, but he
wasn't some Hoosier straight off the farm.
"Considering I just found out about it yesterday, flew all night from Phoenix to land this morning at
LaGuardia, and spent half my day arming up, I don't think I did too badly just being here in the first
place," he snapped.
"Except now you're a hostage."
"So are you. And what good would knowing the blueprints of this place have done you if you didn't have me
to help you get the power back up?"
She fell silent at that, and Ryan regretted not being able to see her features. The fact that she didn't
automatically have a comeback surely meant he'd scored a point in whatever contest of wills she was
waging, but without visual confirmation, he had no way of being sure.
"Let's go," she said after a few seconds. Her grip tightened as she began to lead him slowly down the
hall. "We don't have time to waste here."
Ryan put his other hand to the wall to feel his way along. She was right. There was a job to be done, even
if it wasn't the one he'd set out that night to do. And, he got the distinct impression that Tala Mamola had
just decided he wasn't as green as she'd originally estimated.
That was an impression Ryan wanted to foster. After all, she was the entire reason he was even a vampire
hunter in the first place.
