For nearly two decades, world-weary cop Susan Archer has been haunted by the murder of her twin brother. When she loses her unborn child in the line of duty, she feels as if she has lost her will to live, as well. Fearing a breakdown, Susan flees her safe boyfriend and boring life to find salvation in the arms of “Deathwalker” Devin McCree —the very creature who killed her brother.
On the run from a crazed Nazi vampire-hunter named Kasper, she and Devin must find a way to endure the dreary urban landscape of a dying metropolis and escape Kasper’s wrath.
Darklands is a sexy and violent tale of survival, bloodlust and two people grasping to the edge of immortality while trying to hang on to their humanity.
Excerpt
November 1.
Someone banged on the door.
Susan Archer woke and blinked hard, shielding her eyes with her open hand against the sun that intruded the flat. Pain gripped her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet and when she tried to raise her head her eyes flooded with tears, blurring her vision. Sobbing softly, she rolled onto her side. Something sticky and cold covered most of her naked body and she looked down at herself. Blood, so dark it was almost black had congealed all over her skin, the floor, the walls, the bed. A scream bubbled behind her trembling lips and she pushed her fist against her mouth to stifle it.
What was left of the apartment’s only window was a jagged grin of glass that allowed in the autumn chill like an unwelcome guest. The crimson velvet curtain billowed out like a malicious tongue wagging over Chalmers Street.
Across the room lay Peter, dead in a heap with a splintered baseball bat protruding from the top of his skull. Her precious brother was gone.
The fortunate inherit riches, prestige, positive notoriety. Those not so lucky bear legacies filled with poverty, infamy or, worse yet, the unhinged insanity and murderous urges of their ancestors.
