We aren't a we without all of us.
Chaos reigns in The Sleepless City and it’s really beginning to piss Detective Jonas Forge off.
He’s separated from his soulmate, Blair Turner. A separation he fears might be permanent. Nothing is going right. It’s as if the universe is conspiring against him. A long closed off door buried deep within his psyche cracks open when a turn of events flips his world upside down. There’s a monster behind that door and he’s not sure where the monster leaves off and he begins.
Hallucinations grip the town and demons lurk around every corner, causing havoc and threatening to tear the family in Boggs’s Castle to shreds. The only way forward is to bare all to each other. While Forge and Declan confront horrors from their shared past, they all learn a terrible truth about vampires—one not even imagined in their worst nightmare.
Can they control a monster in order to defeat a demon?
It's the last in a series and does consistently well in Kindle Unlimited.
As soon as they came to a bridge that ran over a small embankment and creek, the SUV sped up and pulled alongside them. Clearly the driver was going to attempt to force them off the road.
“Hang on.” Forge hit the gas and the car zoomed forward. Seconds before they reached the bridge, Forge yanked up on the emergency brake and spun the steering wheel. His car skidded sideways to a stop, and the SUV went right on by. He released the brake, pressing down on the gas pedal at the same time. The tires squealed, the smell of burned rubber permeated the air, and they fled back the way they’d come.
“That was so cool!” Blair punched the air and jerked around to look behind them. “You have to teach me to do that.”
“Shush.” Forge growled and spun the car around a corner when a pickup loomed in front of them, barreling down the middle of the road. “So not playing chicken with you.” The car bounced over some train tracks, Forge took another hard right, cutting too close to the sidewalk and plowing through a line of garbage cans. “Thank God we didn’t take the Mustang.”
Forge saw another street on the left he knew would take him back to where he wanted to be. Gunning the engine made the car fishtail, but they made the turn.
“Crap!” Blair shouted.
“Motherfu—” Forge slammed his foot on the brake. The car stopped just inches shy of bashing head-on into a cement construction barrier. He backed up and spun the wheel as he stomped on the gas. In the next instant, he slammed on the brakes again. The SUV, followed by the pickup, blocked the road ahead. There were buildings on each side, too close to the street for them to get through.
Each vehicle’s driver was already on the ground and coming at them.
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French
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Translation in progress.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Hannibal Sánchez
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