Alabaster Nights
The Josie Hawk Chronicles # 0.5
By- Elle J Rossi
Genre- Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
A Vampire with a soul. A Huntress with a knife. In Nashville, Blood equals Power.
Will one taste of Josie Hawk cost Keller everything?
Midnight Masque
The Josie Hawk Chronicles #0.6
By- Elle J Rossi
Genre- Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
Nashville is the newest breeding ground for the darkest creatures of the occult. Huntress Josie Hawk will protect her streets—whatever it takes.
Bar owner and paranormal ass-kicker, Josie Hawk, is dealing with the stress of how to introduce her vampire lover to her vampire-hunting father. Meanwhile, the streets are buzzing with excitement over the announcement of a masquerade themed celebration with the up-and-coming stars of country music.
Josie and Keller are forced to abandon their trip into the secret world of hunters when a mysterious crew of cloaked beings emerge from the shadows and threaten to crash the biggest party of the year.
With the supernatural activity escalating to code red, Josie must find a way to stop the insidious evil hidden behind the array of masks. If she doesn’t, the masquerade party could turn into a mass funeral.
Indigo Dawn
The Josie Hawk Chronicles # 1
By- Elle J Rossi
Genre- Urban Fantasy/ Paranormal Romance
Vampire Lust and Pixie Dust.
Josie Hawk is a Huntress. A killer devoted to protecting the humans of Nashville from the shadows that lurk in the night. But the shadows are gaining ground.
When an infamous pixie tricks Josie into a drug-induced nightmare, Josie envisions the death of her vampire lover, Keller O'Leary. Was the vision a threat ... maybe even a promise? But from whom?
Desperate to track down the source of the toxic psychedelic pixie dust, Josie kicks and punches her way toward the truth. But her efforts backfire, provoking a deadly attack at Wolfie’s—the bar Josie co-owns with her sister-in-arms, Sage.
Tag. You’re it.
Haunted by the threat to Keller, Josie scrambles to outwit her elusive opponent before the deadly game escalates and claims more lives. But in saving Nashville, will Josie lose those she loves?
Or will she be too late to stop the deadly game of tag?
About The Author
Elle J Rossi is a writer of Dark Paranormal and Fantasy Romance. Overly fond of the happily ever after, Elle lets her characters take control as they lead her down dark and twisted paths on their haunting journey toward love.
When not writing, you'll more than likely catch her hanging with her husband, two kids and a cat who truly does rule the roost, or stealing the mic from her friends as the duel over country karaoke.
Links
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Keller leans against
the storefront and nails me with his own stare—a sexy vampire-god stare. I’m
not budging, though a teeny tiny part of me heats up. My other eyebrow rises
and I cross my arms over my chest in an immature fashion. I know he’s irritated
that I still call Nashville mine.
Excerpt
As we pass by one of several
souvenir shops on the strip, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the store
window. Holy fried catfish and grits.
“I look like…”
I can’t even think of a description
bad enough for the catastrophe staring back at me. I have black smears of murk
blood all over my face and arms. My hair, which is plastered against my cheeks
and forehead, is a matted mess that looks like evicted flames from hell, flames
that lost their heat and sizzle and were downgraded to faulty sparks after
someone threw dirty water on them. My shirt is ripped and my skirt is at least
two inches shorter than it was an hour ago. If I’m not careful, my other cheeks will be saying a great big hey y’all to the world.
Keller touches my hand. His touch
elicits a shiver that scurries over my body in electric waves. I blink away
from my blurry image and turn to him.
“You look tired,” he says, and
offers a half smile.
I snort at his attempt to be kind.
He wipes something from my cheek and I imagine a combination of blood and guts,
maybe even demon scale debris, sticking to his fingers. I look over my shoulder
and see we’ve left a trail of exactly that. “Shit,” I say, already feeling the
weight of the task sagging my shoulders. “We have to clean up.” Humans excuse a
lot of things, dismiss them as this or that with a wave of their hand, but
evidence of a killing spree is not one of them.
“I’ve got someone on it.” He tilts
his head. “Let’s go back to your place and get cleaned up.”
“Who?”
Keller tugs a strand of my hair,
pulling me closer, a sinful gleam in his jet-black eyes. “You and me. Who
else?”
I almost let myself get sucked in.
Almost. I shake my head and bite down a stab of resentment. I have a feeling I
know the direction of this conversation, and it’s not a good one. In fact, it’s
pretty much the bane of our fragile relationship. One of them anyway. His
unwavering need to possess me runs a very close second. “Who’s cleaning up?” I
ask, keeping my voice even, if not my pulse.
His gaze flits to my neck before he
quickly looks over the top of my head. Now he’s the one staring at the window.
I wonder if he notices the tic in his jaw. I sure as hell do.
“Out with it, Irish. Who is
cleaning my streets tonight?” I’m aware of the slight change in the sky, navy
blue lightening just a fraction of a shade at the horizon. Keller rubs the back
of his neck, and lets his arm drop. He feels what I see. Dawn is coming, but
I’m not moving until he gives me the details. All of them. Even if that means
someone is going to get singed.
“Your streets?” He swipes a hand
through his dark hair, fatigue settling deep and forming lines around his
mouth. “Can we talk about this later, Josie?” he asks as he strategically moves
under the awning.
I pivot and arch one eyebrow,
giving him a serious stare down.
*** Giveaway ***
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