The
Damned
Author: October Weeks
Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: March 12, 2015
Word Count: 69,000
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Book Description:
Eight years ago, slayer Tuck Houston lost two of her closest friends to a Damned vampire named Josef Dragos—a beast who traded the sun for darkness and blood. She’s been hunting him since the day she walked into the carnage he created. But Josef has hidden himself well in the underground, from both slayers and other vampires.
Author: October Weeks
Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Date of Publication: March 12, 2015
Word Count: 69,000
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Book Description:
Eight years ago, slayer Tuck Houston lost two of her closest friends to a Damned vampire named Josef Dragos—a beast who traded the sun for darkness and blood. She’s been hunting him since the day she walked into the carnage he created. But Josef has hidden himself well in the underground, from both slayers and other vampires.
When slayers
around the globe start disappearing in a familiar pattern—Josef’s pattern—she’s
put on the hunt. And despite the painful memories and very real threat to her
future that come with tracking him down, Tuck is certain of one thing: she is
going to make Josef Dragos wish he’d
never been born.
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Excerpt
Tuck
Houston casually strolled through the front doors of the ritzy hotel with a
warm smile on her face, her hoodie and jeans soaked through from the rain.
“Wasn’t expecting the downpour,” she said as she neared the front desk,
cringing a bit inside as her boots left a bit of mud on the carpet.
The
clerk chuckled as he regarded her. “I don’t think anyone was—forecast didn’t
say anything about rain.”
“Damn
weathermen can’t be trusted.” She laughed as she made her way to the elevator
and clicked the button.
“Apparently
not!”
When
the elevator doors opened a few moments later, she said, “Have a good night.”
“You
as well.”
When
the doors opened again, she made her way to her quarry’s room, letting herself
in with the key she’d obtained the day before. Digital keys were much harder to
obtain than the old metal keys smaller hotels or motels used. She’d charmed the
male clerk into giving her a key so she could surprise her “lover.”
The
room was empty, of course. As he’d done the night before, her target was having
a “drink” at the bar before retiring to his room, courtesy of some idiot human.
Even the Damned couldn’t kill everyone they fed from—got suspicious after a
while, to humans and slayers.
Walking across the high-end hardwood floors
spread over the entire room, Tuck sat herself down on a chair, kicking her wet
boots up on the edge of the bed and placing her pure silver knives on her
thighs, which had been sheathed at her waist under her hooded sweatshirt. They
weren’t her favorite weapons, but they were best for close contact.
She’d
been tracking Samuel Bellows for a little over six weeks, from Boston to San
Francisco—the city she was now in. He was responsible for the killing of seven
little girls, drinking them dry of blood then abandoning their bodies in the
woods. She could practically taste his death on her tongue.
But
those girls were not the reason she was after him. His power had lingered at
the scenes of several missing slayers—she planned on having a nice, bloody chat
with him about that.
Footsteps
jarred the quiet about twenty minutes later. Samuel’s footsteps. No human would
have heard his steps, but she was more than human—slayers had a predators’ hearing,
and she clearly heard the delight in his gait. He had a new target, he had
human blood on his tongue, and—she smiled to herself—he had no idea what was in
his room.
The
key card slid in the lock, the door clicked, and into the darkness of the room came
Samuel Bellows—five-foot-ten, a bit heavyset, and reeking of glee.
He
was a dead man.
She
held her position patiently as he turned on the lights. The look of surprise in
his gray eyes when he saw her was so comical that she actually laughed. “Good
evening, Samuel. The name’s Tuck Houston. But you can call me Ripper, if you’d
like.”
About
the Author: October Weeks is a dark fantasy/horror writer and a reader with too many books and not enough shelves!
She lives in Vermont. Autumn is her favorite season—October and November are her favorite months.
Loves: reading, writing, movies (horror, sci-fi, and fantasy especially), taking walks, fishing, and family.
Obsessions: Lindt dark chocolate and the SyFy Channel (Haven!).
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