"...leaves you WANTING MORE ..."
"...the COMPLEX characters FEEL so REAL..."
"...I'm HOOKED..!"
"... FUNNY, SMART and WELL WRITTEN ..."
Synopsis:
Narah Adrienne is a bounty enforcer in the near future.
She runs the seedy side of her game, capturing criminals too dangerous for the local law enforcement. Using unorthodox methods, she finds herself in the crosshairs of the Magistrate for too many allowable kills for the quarter.
And her head hurts like hell.
Aeslin is part of an elite vampire squad of Turners. A rare sect of vampire scouts who possess the ability to find women with enough undead blood to be turned into full vampire.
Now that Narah understands her bounty target is really a Hunter assigned to commit a part of her to death, she must make the best choice among terrible options. Only one man can save her and technically, he's not human.
Matthews discovers the truth of Hunter leadership, and with an uncertain end goal he determines to follow his heart, though that decision might cost him his life.
Aeslin has exposed his race by removing Narah in plain sight.
Opposing forces and their hidden agendas continue to move Narah like a chess piece toward an inevitable stale mate. Can Narah return to her old life? Will she be hunted for an escape that was beyond her control—or will her tie to Aeslin and Matthews help her regain all that's she's lost—and more than she ever dreamed possible?
Punished is 300+ pages/67,000 word novel in the ALPHA CLAIM world serial.
This series sells well and is promoted frequently. The genre bridges the gap of action/adventure and PNR nicely. As with my other works, Punished is a multi-genre work and will be well-liked by fantasy readers.
My legs are kicked up on the desk, the toes of my left combat boot stacked on the heel of my right. I lean my feet a couple of inches to the left and look at my boss.
Kinda wish I hadn't.
The tongue-lashing was going to be brutal, and not the fun kind. I just barely hold back a snort of self-serving comedy.
“Narah,” Casper leans into the desk, edging a butt cheek on the only part not covered by my assortment of shit. My eyebrow cocks. Perturbed doesn't cover it. If I wanted a butt on my desk, I'd ask.
“What?” I bark with anticipation.
A vein in Casper's forehead throbs and I dial it back some. No need to bring the guy to heart failure.
“What?” I repeat more good-naturedly, though both of us know I'm nothing of the sort.
He sighs, scrubbing a palm over his face. Hair almost as white as swan feathers glows under the LED lighting in my tiny office, and his glacial eyes tighten, fighting for a view of my face over the top of my boot.
I jack my feet down and stuff them underneath my desk. My fingers itch to go to my smart phone. Anything to not commit to this conversation.
“You know we appreciate your skill set.”
Blah, blah, stinking-blah.
“But we can't have you pulling firearms on all your bounties.”
My bottom lip pops out in a pout. “It was a very small gun, Casper.” I put my index and thumb almost touching.
“Using manstopper ammunition?”
He might have a small point.
“Outlawed in 1898,” Casper adds.
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Portuguese
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Unavailable for translation.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Vanesa Gómez Paniza
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Author review: Prompt submittal. Knows formatting. Didn't translate front/back matter; attention to detail is not 100%. Might have been too liberal with use of Google Translate. |
