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on October 10, 2016
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Anna Frost had a bad feeling when her twin sister, Liz, told her she’d run off with a member of the notorious Otherworld biker gang, the Blood Ravagers. And her unease skyrockets when her sister subsequently vanishes. The police have no authority and little interest, so Anna decides to take matters into her own hands by infiltrating the group to discover for herself what happened to Liz, where she meets….
Dante, half demon, half human. A mix of two worlds, accepted by neither, he’s had no choice but to learn the hard way how to play whatever side of the fence kept him alive during his nearly 500 years of existence. Now, as second-in-command of the Blood Ravagers biker gang, his survival depends on keeping his humanity a secret. Dante’s ultimate goal is to fulfill the vows he made over two centuries ago to create a world where half-breeds can live in safety and equality.
But when sheltered schoolteacher Anna finds unexpected, white-hot passion in the arms of Dante, will her quest for the truth cost him more than he ever bargained for? Or will they find a way to save Liz – and their love – together?
Blood Ravagers #1
“You take care of that problem?” Basher snarled as they rode side-by-side down the highway, taking up both lanes. “We can’t afford some other nosy human bitch poking around.”
“Yes, I took care of it,” Dante shouted over the roar of the wind. Part of him wished he could take care of Anna Frost even more, but his guilt and what was left of his conscience would not let him.
Not yet anyway.
Not until she knew exactly who she was.
Exactly what she was and what would be expected of her.
By then it would be too late. For both of them.
Basher puffed on the cigarette dangling from his lips then leaned forward as he gained speed. The engine on his custom Harley squealed under the strain and the harsh sunlight carved out all the craggy lines of his face. With the physical appeal of a feral rat, Basher looked like he had walked straight out of some B-rate biker movie and straight into a cheese grater. He was all stark sinew and ragged bone. Dante stayed with the Blood Ravagers, not because he enjoyed pandering to a bigoted, misogynistic asshole of a bully, but for self-preservation. If Basher knew what Dante really was, what he had planned, he would drown him in acid, skin him alive.
Not necessarily in that order.
The gang leader’s voice croaked out with the gruff resonance of a two-pack-a-day smoker. “She remind you of anybody?”
Yes. “No.” Dante lied. “Why?”
Basher gave him a side glare. “She’s the same as that other bitch you took care of a few weeks ago, yeah?”
Dante remained silent, staring down the road ahead. It had not been smart of him to play dumb. Dumb did not survive long around Basher. The guy was a blunt instrument, a full-blooded wrath demon with a sadistic streak as wide and deep as the Grand Canyon. He tortured first and asked questions later, if his victims survived. Usually they did not. And he always, always looked out for number one.
Which was what had brought them out here, to the foothills of the Big Horn Mountains. Basher had seen an opportunity to increase his wealth, a demand in the Otherworld that had yet to be met. A need for human psychics—as chattel, as a means to his end. The gang had spent years abducting them, testing them, keeping the good ones and eliminating the frauds. Over the past decade alone Basher had captured and sold untold numbers, always on the lookout for the special ones.
The ones who might fulfill the prophecy.
A being so powerful they would bind a gang together and render them nearly invincible to attack. Basher hoped to take control of The Oracle and twist their psychic powers to do his bidding, if he found them first.
Dante had done what was necessary to prevent that from happening.
Now, he just prayed it would be enough.