Stormrise: Special Edition (The Storm Chronicles Book 1)
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Life isn't easy for Detective Raven Storm. Her best friend was recently killed and dismembered, her latest case ended with her partner in intensive care, and her mother, the vampiric Mistress of the City is playing matchmaker... again. The last thing she wants is another bizarre murder case with a partner she doesn't know. But that is exactly what she gets when she is handed the enigmatic case of Nathan King, who was found in his car with a gaping hole where his stomach should be.
Soon Raven is unraveling a mystery that leads her deep into the city's preternatural underworld, and into the arms of a sexy vampire she barely knows, but whose heart she seeks in the darkness...
unmistakable pall of death. Part of the large room had been cleaned; the floor was covered in a large piece of red felt surrounded by the remains of black candles and several tarnished bronze braziers, likely the source of the incense smell. In the middle of the cleared area lay the remains of Victoria Laveau, her body covered by a bloodstained shroud, her sunken eyes wide and staring. Raven and Levac approached cautiously, searching the far corners of the room for any sign of the Ford driver.
small counters provided for their use, all with their heads bowed, filling out forms. “Levac?” Raven asked, sipping her tea. “What do you make of the van across the street?” Levac turned away from the clerk and looked out the window. “Van? What van?” “The black one outside the bank.” Raven set down her tea and walked toward the door. “Where are you going? It’s just a delivery van!” “Bad guys doing bad things,” Raven said. “Women’s intuition.” Raven hurried across the street and entered the
not to walk back around to the front entrance. She instead kicked the back door as hard as she could, shattering the lock and pulling the hinges from the reinforced frame. As the door sagged inward, Pandora called from the darkness, “Just like your father…subtle.” Raven ignored her sister’s sarcasm and stepped over the ruined door and into a short hallway. The dull thud of the club’s sound system echoed in the dimly lit corridor, drowning out the noise of her entrance. Aside from the debris from
described as a monster of the sort Dr. Frankenstein employed as his assistant. The face was crisscrossed with scars, the eyes were uneven and the emaciated scalp was nearly burned bald and covered in scabs. The creature leered at the nude woman, his yellowed teeth standing out like tombstones against lips like grave worms. “Ah, still sleeping, little pretty?” he rasped. “The machines say it is so, but my instincts are not so sure.” The monstrous man again ran his fingers over Raven’s bare body,
like he was so much smoke. “Your bullets cannot harm me, detective!” Strohm said in a calm voice. “But I can certainly harm you!” Levac stared in surprise at Strohm and had little chance to defend himself when the large vampire reached out and grabbed him around the throat. “Surrender, Fürstin,” he said. “Or I make a meal of Detective Levac and turn him into my personal lap dog. What will that be? The third new partner in a row?” “Fourth,” Raven replied, rolling onto one knee and aiming at