Born to hunt and destroy…until the light of one soul reawakens his own.
Adrian knows he once possessed a soul, but it abandoned him the day he was murdered. The day he was reborn as a Rogue, shunned by humans and hunted by his own kind. By night he feeds the darkness inside him by finding and snuffing out corrupt souls, perfectly content to live as an outcast—until a random act of violence unites him with a woman who makes him feel.
Angelica Paxton believes everyone deserves a second chance. Even her rescuer, a mysterious stranger with hypnotic powers, an unsettling ability to invade her dreams, and a shocking secret. Much as her body wants to succumb to Adrian’s seductive charms, she can’t. Not without breaking his newly awakened heart.
Adrian swears to protect Angie from his kind, even if staying by her side means volunteering at the center where she works to reform the very souls he has vowed to crush. Even if it means abandoning the shadows for the light. Even if that light exposes the darkest threat he’s ever faced. One from which he is powerless to save her…
Warning: This book contains flying subway cars, a woman in jeopardy, a relentless villain who’ll stop at nothing to get what he wants, and a dark, sexy hero who could very well haunt your dreams and steal your heart.
~ Bewitching BT
The one man she wants is the one man destined to destroy her.
Sooner or later we all end up dead. Jace Cutler doesn’t have the luxury of staying that way. After receiving a fatal stab wound, he awakens in a hospital room in Portland, Oregon, with no memory and a big hole where his soul used to be. Worst of all is the glow. Everyone is surrounded by a strange white aura he hungers to possess, none more compelling than the one enveloping Dr. Lia Benson.
Lia has always been ruled by reason, refusing to put stock in such nebulous things as destiny. Until Jace dies in her arms, then miraculously comes back to life. Whenever he’s near, her soul responds and her body burns. And she’s consumed by odd dreams she’s convinced are Jace’s lost memories.
When Lia is kidnapped, Jace tracks her and discovers a shocking explanation for who—and what—he is. Something no longer human, a dark legacy that until now has lain dormant within him. Something that could destroy the one woman he’d sacrifice everything to protect.
Warning: Contains bone-melting sexual tension, scary battle scenes, heartrending emotion guaranteed to keep you turning the pages well into the night, and a positively divine hero who may just steal your soul.
~ Bewitching BT
Save her life…or save mankind. His choice could cost him his soul.
For nearly two centuries, Marcus has been the Watchers’ most faithful soldier. Sworn to protect humanity, driven by an unrelenting compulsion to atone for past sins, he has rarely found a compelling reason to question his mission, let alone defy his leader.
His partner, Regan, is his exact opposite, an enigma he longs to solve. A free spirit and reckless to a fault, Regan acts first and thinks later. Her smart mouth and tender heart have fascinated Marcus for decades, but the Watchers’ strict vow of celibacy has forced him to ignore the sizzling attraction between them. Until now.
When Regan goes rogue to protect a very special little boy, Marcus is forced to make an impossible choice—commit an act of treason or watch the woman he secretly loves die.
Hunted by enemies and allies alike, Regan and Marcus run for their lives, fighting to thwart an age-old prophecy and guard a boy whose destiny may very well be to destroy the world…or save it.
Warning: Contains violent battle scenes, angels with twisted agendas, nail-biting suspense, intense emotion, burning-hot sexual tension, and a sexy, stubborn hero who would rather face death than admit what’s in his heart.
~ Bewitching BT
A man she’d die for, a world she was born to defend… Only one can survive.
For twenty-five years, Adrian has mourned the loss of his soul mate, Angie. He’s content to live as an outcast…until a series of abductions forces him out of seclusion and into the arms of the very woman he loved and lost. Angie’s reincarnation, Emma.
Emma is on the run, hunted by soulless creatures whose one goal is to possess her soul. They have taken everything: her home, her identity, her mother. Left with no other choice, she must trust her fate to Adrian, the enigmatic stranger who comes to her rescue. An immortal being whose illicit touch makes her blood burn and awakens an inexplicable desire in her heart.
Emma follows Adrian to his isolated community in Arizona, where she is assailed by visions of a past life. As passion ignites and her enemies close in, Emma is drawn into a world where nothing is what it seems and where love could prove the greatest weakness of all.
Warning: Contains a dark, tortured hero, a hunted woman who can’t remember loving him, a nasty villain hell-bent on destroying the world, and a timeless love story you won’t soon forget.
~ Bewitching BT
Guest Post: A Romance for Thriller Fans?
By Anne Hope
I’ve always thought of myself as a romance author. Every story I’ve written revolves around the protagonists’ emotional journey and usually ends with a happily-ever-after. Although there’s a lot happening around my hero and heroine, the love story remains a pivotal element in each of my books. So, it makes perfect sense that I should consider myself a romance author.
But recently, I’ve noticed something interesting. Fans and reviewers sometimes make my books sound like, well, thrillers. As much as they enjoy the love stories, it’s the worldbuilding, the suspense, the intricate plots that often capture their attention.
The more I thought about it, the more it dawned on me. Maybe I am writing thrillers. Romantic thrillers, but thrillers nonetheless.
In my Dark Souls series, the plot is as integral to the story as the emotional journey of the characters. The action and suspense serve to heighten the attraction between the hero and the heroine by raising the stakes at every twist and turn. I’ve enjoyed writing the action scenes as much as I’ve enjoyed writing those tender moments between the hero and the heroine. The two complement each other, like day complements night.
My main goal as an author is to thrill my readers, be it through the romance, the worlds I imagine or a pulse-pounding battle scene. As you can see, I like to blur the lines between genres in the hopes of creating something fresh, new and exciting. For me, writing in a single genre is like eating only one flavor of ice cream. Boring. I like to mix and match, to experiment, to test the limits whenever I can.
So if, like me, you can appreciate the latest thriller as much as you can a book penned by your favorite romance author, if you crave a little more romance in your thriller, a little more thrills in your romance, then I invite you to check out my Dark Souls series. Go ahead, take a chance and enjoy a romance written for the thriller fan!
To whet your appetite, here’s a deleted action scene from Soul Deep. In the book, Adrian’s father, Marcus, unexpectedly shows up on his son’s doorstep after years of estrangement. He needs help hiding a very special young boy, Ben, from the Watchers. Unfortunately, things don’t turn out as planned, and the Watchers track them down. This scene takes place right after Ben mysteriously goes missing and Marcus is injured in a fight against his own people.
ADRIAN’S BATTLE WITH THOMAS:
” Something was wrong. Adrian felt it. An unsettling sensation traveled through him as he crept along pathways he could negotiate with his eyes closed. Using the houses as cover, he scanned his surroundings for a sign of the Watchers. He could still feel their dark energy permeating the air, threatening to tear down the peaceful community he’d built.
His truce with Cal was tenuous at best. A showdown with the Watchers could obliterate it altogether. But he couldn’t turn his back on Marcus. He’d given the man his word and, truth be told, he didn’t want to see his father put down like a rabid dog.
It felt strange to think of Marcus in this way. Adrian had never really had a father. He took care of himself, always had. The past few days he’d spent in Marcus’s company had brought upon him an awkward revelation. They’d made him realize that he and Marcus were more alike than he’d thought. Had circumstances been different, they could’ve been friends.
He turned the corner and advanced with his back against the brick wall of yet another abandoned townhouse. He’d managed to evacuate most of his recruits, but some hadn’t been as lucky. Several homes had been raided, the Watchers leaving a string of broken bodies behind.
Adrian entered another one of the houses, bracing himself for what he’d find. One of his men lay by the door, his eyes blank, his face a mask of shock, even in death. Adrian lowered the man’s lids, then closed his own eyes in defeat. He’d failed. Failed to protect his people.
When the Watchers looked upon the men and women in this development, all they saw was a group of soul-thirsty Rogues. They didn’t understand what Adrian had created in this hidden corner of society—a community, a family. Even the damned needed a place to call home.
Now that home had been compromised, and Adrian was faced with the incredible task of rebuilding what the Watchers had mindlessly destroyed. And rebuild he would. He’d pick up the pieces, find a new location, make sure to keep it a secret this time. If there was one thing he’d learned over the years, it was that Cal couldn’t be trusted.
But first, he had a promise to keep.
This place had once bustled with activity. Now, the silence was so shrill it pierced his eardrums. He tunneled his vision, searching for the intruders who’d turned his home into a ghost town. He saw two of them circling the perimeter, three others rummaging through empty houses, another one scoping the surrounding woods.
There was no sign of Regan or Marcus.
A few yards from his unit, Adrian froze. The window of a neighboring house had been smashed, and broken glass littered the ground. He approached the debris, noting the blood-red droplets staining the shards. Marcus’s lingering aura clung to the area like a cloud, a churning mass of energy that slammed into Adrian. His father’s pain echoed through him, bringing with it a flash of understanding. Some of these bloodied shards had embedded themselves in Marcus’s flesh, had driven him to the ground in a state of red-hot agony.
“Must be my lucky day.” The voice startled Adrian, and he spun around to face its source. He’d been so consumed with unraveling the mystery of what had transpired here, he’d dropped his guard and revealed his presence to the enemy.
A Watcher stood about ten feet away, looking more like a full-grown cupid than a hardened soldier. A wild cap of golden curls crowned his head, and his face had the innocent quality of youth. But the hungry gleam in the man’s eyes warned Adrian not to be fooled. Boyish features aside, this guy was a predator. Adrian had known enough of them to recognize the signs.
“Six Rogues down, one to go.” The Watcher approached him, bloody blade in hand, his mouth taut with anticipation. “Should’ve known Marcus and Regan would’ve holed up in a place crawling with vermin.”
Adrian held his ground, watching the other man for a sign of attack. “Where are they?”
The false impression of innocence vanished, replaced by a brutal scowl. “You don’t get to ask the questions. I do.” The Watcher waved his dagger at Adrian in blatant warning. “Where’s the boy?”
“If I knew, I wouldn’t tell you.” In his previous life, Adrian had made a career of besting both the Watchers and the Kleptopsychs. He’d escaped their clutches countless times, had outmaneuvered and outsmarted them at every turn. There was no way he’d allow this pathetic excuse of a soldier to threaten him.
The Watcher smiled, but the nervous twitch in his jaw revealed his displeasure. “I wouldn’t be so cocky if I were you.” He indicated his blade as though its mere existence should frighten Adrian into submission.
But Adrian wasn’t that easily intimidated. There were things that carved wounds far deeper, wounds that never quite healed. This creature’s bloody dagger wasn’t one of them.
All amusement vanished from the Watcher’s face. “Listen, buddy, I’ve had a tough day. Tell me where you stashed the boy.”
“I’m not your buddy.” Adrian raised his hand, and the Watcher went catapulting backward, slamming into the brick wall behind him.
Shaken, the guy clambered back onto his feet, then lurched toward Adrian with a growl. Adrian moved aside, deflecting his opponent’s blow without even touching him. The Watcher flew past him, stopping mere inches from the deadly glass.
“Where’s Marcus?” Adrian asked again. “What did you do with him?”
His enemy pivoted on his heels, violent satisfaction twisting his features. “You really want to know what happened to your precious Marcus? I’ll show you.” He stretched out his arms, and the glass tinkled, rising behind the Watcher like a waterfall. When he slapped his hands together, the bloodied shards speared through the air toward Adrian.
Instinctively, Adrian crossed his arms in front of his face, and the glass stopped midflight. With a hard mental shove, he pushed against the protective wall he’d erected around himself, and the deadly fragments changed course. Like a swarm of enraged bees, the shards whizzed toward his attacker. The Watcher moved out of the way in the nick of time.
Howling with rage, he aimed his blade at Adrian and lunged. Adrian avoided the killing blow, skillfully disarming his enemy and using his dagger against him. Blood gurgled from the Watcher’s throat as he fell onto the cobblestone walkway.
Adrian approached the assassin, staring down into a pair of lifeless slate-colored eyes. A high-pitched sound shattered the stillness, the mournful toll of a death knell.
No, not a death knell. A cell phone.
In the distance he heard a door open and close, followed by footsteps striking the ground. The others were coming. There was nothing Adrian could do for Marcus now. He didn’t even know if his father still lived.
From the north side of the townhouse, someone called out a name. “Thomas?”
Adrian dove into the shadows, slipped quietly between the houses, heading for the concealing cloak of the woods. Someone saw him, ordered him to stop. Ignoring the command, Adrian sprinted into the forest, where shaggy rows of trees faithfully rose to enshroud him.
With any luck, the Watcher who pursued him didn’t possess the ability to tunnel his vision. Not everyone did. Without the gift of sight, his pursuer would quickly lose him in this elaborate maze of trees. Leaves fluttered overhead, and thick trunks served to camouflage Adrian as he weaved his way between them.
Still, for the first time in a quarter of a century, he felt hunted. Old, familiar resentment reared within him, and he swallowed a bitter chuckle.
That was the problem with peace. The damn thing never lasted. ”
About the Author & Links:
Anne Hope is the author of emotionally intense romances with a twist—a twist of humor, a twist of suspense, a twist of magic. All her stories, however, have a common thread. Whether they make you laugh or cry or push you to the edge of your seat, they all feature the redeeming power of love and the heart’s incredible ability to heal.
Anne’s passion for writing began at the age of eight. After penning countless stories about enchanted houses, alien girls with supernatural powers, and children constantly getting lost in the woods, she decided to try her hand at romance.
She lives in Montreal, Canada, with her husband, her two inexhaustible kids, a lazy cat and a rambunctious Australian Kelpie.