'Garth's Chronicle'
The final book in the Immortal Angst trilogy.
When Garth is attacked by
his ex lover, his life is saved by a stranger who then vanishes. When they meet
again, Garth learns the name of his savior. François. What Garth doesn’t know
is that François is a vampire. One who distrusts all but a few humans to the
point of hatred. Despite that, they find they are attracted to each other—an
attraction that François fights with all that is in him. When Garth finally
learns what François is, the question becomes can they overcome their
differences or are they fated never to discover that love conquers all?
Excerpt:
"Well, well, well, look who I found."
I spun around and froze in fear. Yeah, I'd been
careless. After more than two months in the city, I'd let my guard down and
taken a shortcut from my local bar back to my apartment. With only one beer in
me, I was sober, so I couldn't put it down to being two sheets to the wind. It
was just stupidity. After a long day's work, I'd decided to stop for a drink
before I headed home. The shortcut was one I often used during the day since it
was a quick way to get to the trolley, when I decided to take it instead of
biking, like I had today. At night, I avoided it since it ran behind businesses
which were closed by six p.m., and it was poorly lit.
Conner smiled tightly from his position at one end of
the alley. His hand swung loosely by his side, and despite the darkness I
thought I saw the shape of a weapon in it. I turned to flee the other way only
to see a second man at the far end of the alley.
"You shouldn't have pried into my affairs,
Garth," Conner said coldly, walking toward me. "We had a good thing
going until you got nosy."
"If you consider the fact I was hooked up with a
member of a drug cartel a 'good thing', I suppose we did."
I stood my ground while I looked around for something
to use to defend myself, other than my fists.
"You should have kept your mouth shut instead of
passing the information on," he growled softly. "Passing it on, then
lying to me when the cops showed up."
"I told you, wasn't me," I replied
defiantly.
"You're a lousy liar."
By then, he was only a few feet away, and I could see
the heavy iron pipe he held in one hand. I took a fast glance in the other
direction and saw his partner, or whatever he was, had also closed in. He held
a gun pointed at me.
Conner shook his head. "Let me get my licks in
first before you kill him," he said to the man.
I pressed back against the alley wall, thinking I
could use it for leverage to get in a few well-placed kicks. Just to make
myself feel like I'd tried before he turned me into hamburger, or I got shot.
Stupid probably, but it was all I could think of at the time.
"Two on one? Hardly sporting."
The voice seemed to come from the deepest shadows of
the alley, and then a man stepped into view. He was of average height and
dark-haired from what I could tell at the moment, considering it was dark and I
had other things on my mind.
Conner half turned to look at him. "Too bad you
decided to stick your nose into this," he spat out. Then he stepped in and
swung the iron pipe at the man's midsection.
The man moved swiftly to avoid the hit, and at the same time, grabbed Conner's other arm.
Seconds later, Conner slammed against the wall across from me. A shot rang out,
and my rescuer grimaced when a bullet creased his side. It didn't seem to faze
him, however. He must have been in hellish good shape because almost before
Conner's partner knew what had happened, he too had hit the wall. His gun
skittered across the alley pavement to land at my feet. I bent to pick it up,
then held it in shaking hands, pointing it at them.
The dark-haired man stepped up to Conner and…
Great excerpt. This sounds awesome
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