Sunday, June 28, 2009

Sundown International Collection by Cat Marsters

Sundown International (Collection)
by Cat Marsters

Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN: 978-1-60521-171-8
Genre(s): Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Collections
Theme(s): Interracial, Ménage, Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures
Series: Sundown, Inc.
Length: Collection


When Reaver finds a girl so shocked by demon possession she can't speak, he doesn't expect her to be the best demon fighter he's ever seen. But before he can give in to what he never knew he needed, he's got to figure out who she is... and why the hell he wants her so much.

Sofie's trying to solve a vampire murder. Problem. Her new partner's utterly irresistible, but he asks far too many questions. Finn can't help noticing for someone who doesn't believe in the paranormal, Sofie goes to extraordinary lengths to avoid full moons, silver, and any mention of lone wolves.

When Paige wakes up with the worst love-bite of her life, there's only one person she can turn to for help -- her old friend Jamie. Rafael's never been shy about taking what he wants, and right now, Rafael wants Paige -- and Jamie, too.

For Chloe, human interaction is an absolute disaster. It's tough to form a meaningful relationship when you have the dating skills of a praying mantis. Alexius is about to find out when a siren says you look good enough to eat, she's really not joking... Fortunately, Alexius has a few tricks of his own up his family tree.

Sundown Investigations -- where all our operatives give every case that extra personal touch.

This collection includes the previously released novellas Never Leave Me, Duty and the Beast, Unholy Trinity, and Maneater.


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The girl lay still on the ground, her face and hands bloody, her dress torn. Nearby sprawled the dead priest, his crucifix half an inch from the hole where his heart used to be.The demon was nowhere to be seen.Reaver knew they never inhabited dead bodies. Which was why it was often his job to kill the demon host. The priest was clearly dead, and therefore no danger -- but the girl… the girl could be a problem.No. Not a problem. A challenge.Light rain fell in the clearing as Reaver ripped the crucifix from the dead priest’s chest, nodding a silent apology to the man, and approached the girl.She was tiny, barely more than a teenager by his guess. Her body was slim, the fabric of her pretty summer dress damp and clinging to toned curves. Her feet were bare. Her hair was long, dark, and tangled over her face, mixing with the blood, obscuring her features.She was very, very still.If she was dead, he was safe. Well, safe from the demon, anyway. The local authorities probably wouldn’t be too keen on finding him here like this with two bloody bodies.But if she was alive, then the demon could still be in her. The clearing reeked with the rotten stench of sulfur, and the crackle of demon energy prickled against his skin. The familiar nausea washed over him. Bloody demons.Reaver stood over her, looked down at the pale, exposed flesh of her throat, and held the crucifix ready to press against her skin. The holy symbol of a holy man, invested with belief, ought to burn the flesh of a demonic host.He brought the cross down.So quickly he couldn’t even see the movement, her hand grabbed his wrist and her eyes slammed open, staring right at him through her tangle of hair.“Hey, chica,” Reaver said, his voice loud in the silence. “I ain’t gonna hurt you.”She stared at him, her dark eyes frightened and fierce all at the same time. Her breath came in shallow gasps.He repeated his words in Spanish. Then in French, for good measure. Still she stared at him, her gaze darting left to right, between his eyes. He made ready to let the crucifix drop onto her skin. One hand tightened on his gun.A sudden flash of reflection was the only warning he had before she brought a knife up -- where the fuck had she hidden that? -- and aimed it at his gun hand.For a long second he stared at her, eyeball to eyeball. She didn’t blink.He let the cross drop.Her knife dug into his hand, but her skin didn’t sizzle, and when he didn’t move to shoot her, she relented. A little.“You’re not a demon,” Reaver said.She stared at him.“So I’m not gonna kill you.”She said nothing.“So would you mind taking that knife the fuck away from me?”Slowly, very slowly, she lowered the knife. Apparently she understood him. Or maybe it was just a coincidence. Either way, Reaver holstered his gun and held his hand out to pull her to her feet. She took it, hesitantly, her eyes huge and terrified. But there was something behind the terror. A quiet sort of strength. Strange and intriguing.She was beautiful.She clung to his hand as she stood, her grip strong. Her skin was pale, the dark streaks of blood making her whiter still. Her features were fine, delicate, big eyes and high cheekbones. She had a pouty, down-turned mouth with a very full lower lip that did interesting things to Reaver’s libido. Her eyes darted about, hardly settling on anything, but he knew when she saw the dead priest. Her grip tightened to the point of pain.“Easy, chica,” Reaver murmured. “I’ll take care of you.”

She turned those big, silent eyes on him, and he had the feeling she’d understood and taken to heart each word he’d just said.

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