Walking After Midnight [The Shield & The Darkness, Book II]
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by T. D. McKinney
Category: Dark Fantasy/Romance
Description: The sequel to Dancing In The Dark, a Dream Realm Award Finalist for "Best Horror"...
One man had immortality in his grasp, but does the beautiful vampire who offered it still want him?
FBI profiler Jack Niemczyk had everything. Money, influence, the freedom he'd always craved, and mind-exploding sex like he'd never imagined. Everything, all wrapped up in the lush body of his vampire lover, Baby Roxton, Queen of New Orleans. The life of which he never dared to dream...his.
Until she walked away.
Now, Jack still has the money and the freedom, but without Baby, without the blood and the sex that go with being the Queen's Pet, his life is empty. And now a killer stalks the Chosen, those mortals like Jack, the beloved humans of the Pride. And the slaughter will continue unless Jack outs his dream world and watches it crumble under humanity's paranoia.
Will the killer's flaming crosses take what little Jack has left? Or will the deadly addiction to Baby's blood end it all first?
Genres: Dark Fantasy / Vampire / Suspense / Thriller
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: April 2010
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [460 KB]
Reading time: 291-407 min.
"4 Nymphs!...There is quite a bit of history given by T. D. McKinney, in regards to New Orleans, and I loved every moment of reading about the sights and sounds of this dynamic city. I am very impressed with all of the characters in this story and their connection to each other...[I] hope that there will be another book forthcoming."--Goddess Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
Jack nodded and wiped the beaded sweat from his upper lip. Tiny rivulets trickled from his hairline down to his collar. "I know. I've known since the minute I saw a claim mark on the victim's throat. But I still don't understand what you're saying, Remy." The air smelled of oyster shell dust and gravel from the moon-pale path, chalky with a hint of brine.
The policeman avoided looking directly at Jack with a care that would have been amusing if the night weren't so hot and the setting less unsettling. "Regardless of what the Times-Picayune prints, there's gonna be some serious internal heat associated with this. The chief of police and the mayor aren't comfortable with helping the prince go on a vengeance spree. They understand his need to keep control and protect his people, but they ain't real overjoyed at the way he's gonna do it." He sighed and began walking again. "The NOPD isn't going to refuse to investigate Ms. Williams' murder, but I've been told that we aren't going to any extraordinary lengths to find her killer either." He scuffed his shoe on the gravel and shells, the sound too loud in the quiet cemetery. The statuary watched with vacant eyes. "You need to back off, too."
"That's why you haven't sent me an official request for help with the investigation, isn't it?" The rage flaring deep in Jack's stomach made his words terse and biting. "Well, I've already promised Jean I'd help any way I can. This maniac is killing people just because they've taken vampire lovers. I want him off the streets."
"Of course you do! So do I." Remy's exclamation was full of wounded sensibility. "But you got to be rational about it. Being too close to the Family could be bad for you politically."
"I don't give a shit about politics! People like me are dying." Jack jerked at his tie, loosening it with angry fingers before opening his collar. "Can you see this? Is there moonlight enough for you to see this?" He pointed to the scar on his neck, demanding Remy stop avoiding the reality of what Jack was. "You don't get much closer to the Family than this. That girl died because she had one of these."