Hey guys! Thought I’d post a new excerpt for Wicked Road to Hell! The launch of my new series, League of Guardians is almost upon us and I’m getting uber excited! WRONG SIDE OF HELL releases March 6th (I’m running a contest for this book HERE) but Declan and Ana’s book comes out April 24th! I can’t wait for you guys to read their story!

Chapter Three

Ana DeLacrux was a pro at masking her true emotions. In the three hundred years she’d been alive, or rather, undead, she’d picked up a thing or two. Among them, never show surprise or emotion.

Sometimes it was the only thing that kept you alive.

Sometimes it was the only thing that kept you sane.

Declan O’Hara was a problem she’d not seen coming and though her façade was one of cool indifference, anger even, inside she was a mess.

She felt her barriers sliding away and the fear that accompanied such a loss of control was nearly paralyzing.

She couldn’t go there. Not again. Feelings were something she’d never been good at navigating, especially when it came to the Irishman.

“Who are you?”

He was pissed and yet his voice was still the same, a bit of rasp, a touch of lilt and a timbre that tore at her heart strings.

In the space of a few seconds her mind whirled into what felt like a thousand different directions.

The fact that Declan O’Hara was here in New Orleans, with his ass parked in front of her home was not good. It meant that he’d been sent by The Seraphim. She stared at Declan, her face stone cold.

They were actively hunting Kaden.

Why the hell hadn’t she been warned? Jesus fuck. She gritted her teeth as she stared at the tall Irishman. She was so gonna kick Bill’s ass the next time she saw him. Roly Poly wasn’t going to know what the hell hit him. He should have told her O’Hara was after the boy.

He should have told her the chance of a face to face was pretty damn imminent.

She’d warned Bill after that last time. Seeing Declan the year before, in the arms of some strumpet, and not being able to reveal herself to him had nearly killed her. Again.

Ana hissed and closed her mind to anything other than her job—protecting Kaden. If it meant hurting the man in front of her, so be it. It’s not like she had much choice. No one could be trusted and with the stakes this high…

At his refusal to leave her fangs slid out and she rushed forward, her body moving at a preternatural speed that most wouldn’t be able to evade.

Except Declan O’Hara wasn’t like most others. He was fast and she felt the heat of his power slide by, barely missing her left shoulder.

“Motherfu…” she yelped as another flew past, this time searing her flesh.

A grimace slid over her face. Things were going to get ugly.

She flipped in the air and landed just behind him, whirling around, and her hand jerked out as she shot a quick jab at his lower back. When in doubt aim for a kidney.

Declan swore as she made contact and stumbled forward, but then recovered and kicked out to the side, his booted foot colliding with her midsection and sending her flying backward.

She heard him curse a string of foulness and rolled to the side as she went down, barely avoiding another energy blast.

She was up in an instant and stared at Declan, chest heaving, feeling strangely exhilarated at this dance. Her tongue ran along the edges of her fangs and she arched a brow. “What happened to never hitting a lady?”

“I don’t see a lady anywhere. Only a vampire ramped up on crazy.”

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