TWO MEN. ONE APOCALYPSE.
Poppy Dennison
Rise of the Revenants
Vampyres are on the loose in Detroit, and novice hunter Taz
Cohen is on the job. The mission seems simple: stop the vamps. But Taz knows
nothing about the mythical creatures, so he’s in for the fight of his life.
Then he meets insanely attractive construction worker Darren Foster, who jumps
into the battle with both feet. Sparks and bullets fly as they struggle against
the vampyre horde and their attraction to each other. Avoiding gruesome death
from the undead might be easier than shielding their hearts from each other.
Legacy of Blood and Death
For Javi Navarro, Detroit will become another
blood-splattered city in his rearview mirror after he puts its dead back into
the ground. Expecting an easy hunting job, Javi instead finds a kiss of ancient
vampyres on the hunt for a descendent of their long-dead creator.
Reclusive Ciarnan Mac Gerailt abandoned his family legacy of
blood and death magic after it nearly destroyed him. Unfortunately for Ciarnan,
the Motor City can only be saved if he resumes his dark arts and joins forces
with Javi Navarro, the hunter who brought the vampyre apocalypse—and hope for
the future—straight to Ciarnan’s front door.
And here's an excerpt for you!
Taz really didn’t have time to argue, no matter how big the
guy’s package appeared to be in his fit-just-right jeans. He wanted to know why
the guy was at this house, maybe get his number for when he got the vampyre
problem taken care of so he could work in a little stress relief, and then he
needed to get into that house and make sure it was as deserted as it appeared.
And he really didn’t want a face full of that damn spray. He’d have to tread
lightly to get his answers.
That wasn’t going to happen. Over hottie’s shoulder, movement of the unnatural variety. He’d not actually seen one of the creatures at the construction site, but he’d definitely seen what they were capable of. He needed to get this guy out of here, and fast.
That wasn’t going to happen. Over hottie’s shoulder, movement of the unnatural variety. He’d not actually seen one of the creatures at the construction site, but he’d definitely seen what they were capable of. He needed to get this guy out of here, and fast.
“So, my name’s Taz. What’s yours?
The guy arched a brow but answered, “Darren.”
The guy arched a brow but answered, “Darren.”
“Okay, Darren. I’m going to reach into my pocket for a
second. Don’t want you freaking out on me and giving me a face full of that
pepper spray.”
Taz paused for a second for his words to sink in, then
reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys.
“Now, I’m going to toss you my car keys. I want you to go
get in my car. It’s the black one just behind me. You be ready to get the hell
out of here, okay?"
“What?” Darren stepped back, but Taz tossed the keys anyway.
Darren caught them one-handed.
“Darren, go!”
The vampyre had gotten closer. Taz couldn’t see much of it,
but he didn’t need to. The stench of death filled the night air. Fuck, that
thing reeked.
Darren caught the scent at that moment and spun around in a
move that would impress an NFL running back. He ended up behind Taz.
About the Authors
Poppy Dennison
A sassy southern lady, Poppy Dennison developed an obsession
with things that go bump in the night in her early years after a barn door flew
off its hinges and nearly squashed her. Convinced it was a ghost trying to get
her attention, she started looking for other strange and mysterious happenings
around her. Not satisfied with what she found, Poppy has traveled to Greece,
Malaysia and England to find inspiration for the burly bears and silver foxes
that melt her butter. Her love of paranormal continues to flourish nearly
thirty years later, and she writes steamy love stories about the very things
that used to keep her up all night. If her childhood ghost is lucky, maybe one
day she’ll give him his own happily ever after.
Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off
to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and
a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very
nice place but seriously needs more rain.
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats, a black Pomeranian puffball, a bonsai wolfhound, and a ginger cairn terrorist.
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats, a black Pomeranian puffball, a bonsai wolfhound, and a ginger cairn terrorist.
Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird,
a Toshiba laptop, and a red Hamilton Beach coffee maker.
But mostly to the coffee maker.
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