UNREDEEMABLE,
Immortal Redeemers, Book 2, COMING January 24th
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Blurb:
Hell is freezing over, and there will
be no redemption.
Everyday loneliness and darkness
threatened to consume Brooke. Scenting a male with the ability to control her
beast was a godsend. After discovering he released his mantle to another and
sought peace in death, Brooke vowed it would be a cold day in hell before he
touched her again.
Chance’s last good act was to sacrifice
immortality by bestowing his mantle of trust on a Redeemer capable of saving
immortals from their own demise. Carrying a secret that could change things
forever, he seeks his own destruction while leaving pain and death in his wake
until he finds Brooke, an Immortal Redeemer who despises him for giving up hope
in humankind. Chance won’t rest until he captures Brooke, and steals her heart.
The drunkard dared Chance to kill him
and if the jackass wanted to play this game, he was up for it. Nothing else to
do. “I won’t mind killing you.” Chance eyed the bastard in front of him. “Question
is, how would you feel about it?” Had he not taken a circuitous route to the
apartment used when visiting the city, distraught whimpers would have gone
unnoticed.
“You ain’t killing nobody here.” The stench
of alcohol punctuated every word. “Crazy bitch won’t listen, but she’s mine.”
“What’s her name?”
“Shit, I call her lazy ass.”
The fool never saw Chance’s arm move,
but eyes bulged from their sockets when claw-like fingers gripped his throat.
“Give me her name.” The stranger’s mouth worked, lips opened, closed. Chance
loosened his grip. “Her name.”
“Shasta,” the piece of shit croaked.
Releasing the man’s neck, he shoved him
down into a pile of garbage beside an industrial trash container where his head
bumped the brick wall. “Don’t move.” He lifted the puppy and removed the heavy choker.
Christ. The animal had markings of a
Doberman and she’d grow to be a beautiful dog. No more than two or three months
old, she weighed all of twenty pounds and the bastard had kicked her around the
alley as though she were a two hundred pound fighter. Settling the animal back
on the pavement, Chance backed up a couple steps and told her, “Sit.” The puppy
sat immediately. “Come, Shasta.” She stood and rushed over to him where she
rubbed against his leg. After lifting the small creature, he buffed her head with
his knuckles. He eyed the loser huddled in the trash pile. “Seems to listen
fine, what’s your problem?”
“She won’t piss and I’m tired of
waiting.”
“Kicking and choking her with this damn
chain is unacceptable.” He hurled the heavy stainless steel links and popped
the cretin over his eye, opening a quarter inch gash. Chance nuzzled the puppy
before placing it back on the pavement. He waited patiently, and in a few
minutes she scampered over, squatted by the dumpster, and peed. “Caring for
young, whether human or animal, takes time and patience. You are void of either.”
He was tired of this bullshit, and nothing
ever changed. Always some asshole in the world thought they had a right to harm
another living creature. He needed to escape the dank alleyway. Chance turned, scooped
up the puppy, and walked toward the main street. Must be at least one no-kill
shelter in the area he lavished with donations or fully funded to give him
control of the organization.
“Hey, bitch, give me my dog!”
This motherfucker had a death wish and
he pushed Chance to grant it. He sat the pup down, patted its head. “Stay.” He
flexed his hands as he made way to the dumpster. The man stood, feet spread
wide, holding a broken bottle. Before reaching him, Chance came to a dead halt
and sniffed. Wings whirred not far above.
Unfuckingbelievable!
The shrill call as it climbed back into
the sky beckoned his creature to reveal itself, and, damn, he wanted to.
The hawk retreating overhead was female
-- and an Immortal Redeemer.
“I’m gonna cut you.” The man came at a
dead run.
Training his attention on the situation
at hand, Chance sidestepped in a flash and the guy slammed headfirst into a
trash can, dropping his makeshift weapon. Chance kicked the bottle away and
gave him an opportunity to gather his senses before snatching him up and
punching the bastard in the face. “I will come back here and kill your stupid
ass if you ever attempt to have another living thing in your care.” He shook
the jerk until his head lolled. “Do. You. Understand?”
“Please, mister, yes, I won’t.”
“Won’t what?”
“No more dogs.”
“You don’t get it yet.” He slammed a
fist into the culprit’s stomach. “Nothing living, not even issue from your
loins. Monsters like you can’t be trusted with a child.” He reached between the
man’s legs and gave a hard twist to his nuts. “You understand me now?”
“I hear you. God, please let me go.”
“You sick son-of-a-bitches always call
God when you’re in trouble.” Picking the man up, he carried him down the alley
and threw him into the dumpster. Closing the lid, he latched it. Chance heard mumbling
and sent a hard kick to the metal container’s side. “God’s busy, he sent me.”
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt!
Growl and roar-it’s okay to let the beast out.-J. Hali Steele
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