Alexis Moonlight is back and still kickin’ ass!
Happy release day for Antares, the 2nd book in the Cross Knight Chronicles!
Years ago, humanity was forced into a Blood War with vampires and shifters. Humans were brought to near extinction. To ensure their survival, the humans who evaded the massacre erected barriers. Within those walls, they created a defense that combats the dark threat looming over the world called the Cross Knight Federation.
Alexis Moonlight kills vampires as a soldier in the Cross Knight Military. And she’s damn good at it! She knows her profession is necessary to protect human life, but she wants to feel alive again. The way she felt before hell’s rejects climbed up from their graves and forced mankind to hide behind walls.
Amid all the blood and war, a man she thought was dead drifts back into her life. Only, he’s not the same man she remembers.
Tristan Marino is no longer the gorgeous Italian guy who knew his way around her body. Her once sensuous lover and best friend is now a deadly vampire. To make matters worse, he had become a general in the White Dragon Legion—a military organization led by vampires.
The man she once loved is now her sworn enemy.
Tristan may have left droves of bodies in his wake pursuing Alexis, but what she doesn’t know is that the real threat resides in the organization she serves. His mission to expose the dark truth within the Federation depends on her help.
How can he convince her to join forces with him when she sees him as nothing more than a monster?
“No,” Alexis whimpered on a trembling gasp. “What have you done?”
Death permeated the air! The bodies of military soldiers littered the massive hall, some mutilated and others drained. Pools of blood flowed out over the marble flooring, matching the crimson splashes along the walls.
Tristan stood there, surrounded by the dead, his lips stained red. Specks of crimson dotted his face and shimmering silver hair. The scarlet glow from his eyes rested on her.
At his feet, the councilmember lay, no longer struggling to breathe. The little life he had left had been snatched away by the creature who stood above him.
Why did he bring me here? Why would he force me to witness this?
“Tristan…” She repeatedly muttered his name, hoping he would tell her to wake up. That this was all just a bad dream. “No, Tristan.” But he didn’t. Why would he, when he was the creator of this nightmare?
As he stood there, posing as the centerpiece of death, not one sign of remorse resided on his beautiful face. In fact, a spark of savage determination flashed in his demonic eyes.
The bloodshed wasn’t over, which meant more people would die by his hand.
A shudder of rage rushed down her spine. Her heart thundered rapidly, her breathing escalated. She clutched the sword in her grip, squeezing it so tight, the leather-wrapped hilt bit into her palm.
“Lexi.” He licked the blood from his lips. “I told you if you knew, you would hate me…”
If I could hate him, I wouldn’t be in this fucked up predicament.
“…That’s why I wanted you to stay in the room.”
No matter how much I love him, I have to stop him. I have to…
Leveling the blade, she scrambled back. She tried to gather her thoughts enough to speak, but the words wouldn’t come to her. Why? She knew he was a vampire. Hell, if he was like the other nightwalkers—mindless, blood-thirsty demons—she could deal with that. But no, he was so much worse than just a vampire. He was a calculated and level-headed, a cold-blooded killer.
He’s a monster!
The scarlet faded from his gaze, giving way to his hypnotic, greyish-blue irises. “You’re right, I AM a monster.” His voice filtered through her mind, increasing her panic. “Fortunately for you, I’m YOUR monster, so what I do next is entirely up to you.”
“Damn you, Tristan.” Tears burned her eyes as she crouched low in a battle stance, sword cocked for the kill.
His lips tilted in a smirk. “Do you find satisfaction in trying to damn a creature that’s already damned?” Unbridled power flowed off of him in smoky waves.
The difference in their strength was ever so clear. Tristan was stronger than her, in a league all of his own. She didn’t have to clash blades with him to know that. Surely the meal he got from the councilman, and anyone else he sucked dry, increased his vampy force. Still, she had to at least try to release him from this dark life.
Frowning, he shook his head. “Don’t do it.”
But I have to. He would slaughter more people if she didn’t.
A burst of fiery resolve stormed through her body, fueling her intent. With a leap forward, she sprinted toward him. Air rushed across her face as her feet barely touched the ground. Like before, when she was tussling with the cat-girl, she moved way faster than she should’ve been able to.
Unstirred, Tristan remained the centerpiece of the kill zone. Then suddenly, he disappeared.