SUSPENSE/HORROR SEMI-FINALIST IN The Kindle Book Review’s 2013 Best Indie Book Awards!
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"For readers who like to lose themselves in a darker, more complex world than the one we live in, Vigilante of Shadows is a Paranormal Thriller dream come true!" --Trish Marie Dawson, Author of 'The Station' Series, 5 Stars
"I was forcefully grabbed from the get-go, and shoved into a story so fast, I could have gotten whiplash." --Tara S. Wood, Author of Redemption in Blood, 5 Stars
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Aodhan clutched uselessly at his head, groaning. He knew it was useless, because the voice was not inside his head. It followed him, skimming across buildings and land. It had followed him since he was sixteen, and it still followed him today, like a memory too horrific to be forgotten…
Aodhan is a shadow-demon, hardened and cold after years of being alone, after his love, his Entwined, was cruelly taken away from him. He has closed his heart to the world, and now spends his life ridding the world of men like those who took his beloved away, an immortal hit-man…
Arianwen Harris is a young DCI, working for York City Police. When a known criminal is found viciously killed, she finds herself trailing a hit-man who has seemed to escape clutches again and again…but she begins to find herself drawn to his dark charms and roguish good looks…
As their two worlds collide, Aodhan and Arianwen find themselves coming together to escape a far greater enemy, one that threatens to create a world far worse than the one they live in. As they battle to hold back the oncoming forces, fate has another plan; one to draw them together and heal their broken pasts together…
*Please note, this book contains swearing, some violence, and sex scenes.
Demonic.
The word had so many meanings.
It made people think of terrible beings, capable of every travesty and atrocity known to man.
A being so terrible, they were called evil.
A being so hated, the very word made people shiver.
A word that also described himself.
Aodhan sighed heavily, locking his fingers around the brandy in front of him. He could feel the cold wind from the open bar door behind, even though he had the collar of his black, leather biker-style jacket pulled up. His cool green eyes swept around the bar, surveying all around him.
The bar was nearly empty, which wasn’t unusual for a Wednesday night, but it was still a little unnerving for him. Indie rock music sounded from the speakers placed around the room, loud enough to hear, but not loud enough to drown out the quiet murmurs and ripples around him. There was one barmaid working, leaning over to talk to some young blonde male, who was grinning like a little boy at Christmas back at her cleavage. Aodhan looked down at his drink again, at the bar made of highly-polished dark wood substitute.
Flitting his gaze up again, his eyes settled on a young twenty-something brunette that was seated by herself, sipping wine at the other end of the counter. Aodhan could remember a time when he would have perhaps tried it on with her, even talked to her, at least. But not now. Too much had separated him from the world. Women never held the same lust for him, not after…her.
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Already translated.
Translated by Patrícia Alexandra Rocheta de Almeida Alves
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Author review: Absolutely wonderful translation. I was all the more impressed that Patrícia was able to accurately translate all the 'Scottish slang' one of the characters had, and to keep the flavour of the story while making it available to more readers. I would wholeheartedly recommend Patrícia to anyone who wants a Portuguese translation for their book. |
