Coming in 2010

from

The Wild Rose Press

The Order of the Lazarus Knights has the power to resurrect the dead and make them heroes who protect mankind. 

But the price of glory is high. Calli Hayward has lost her past, Mark Justin his future, Bone Randall his capacity to love. Only their dedication to duty sustains them as they destroy the evil that strides in the shadows behind the living. 

Then a creature like no other begins a conspiracy to replace humanity on earth, and repopulate the world with its own kind. Despite their uncanny gifts, the Knights seem to be always one step behind. 

Help comes from an unimaginable source: the disgraced and suffering Morning Star, Lucifer. Ironically betrayed by one he once loved above all others, Lucifer is unable to stop the coming destruction without the co-operation of the Knights.

 Lucifer also knows a secret about Calli that makes her the only Knight capable of defeating the conspiracy. If she succeeds, humanity will be saved.  If she fails, she may be sealed forever in the void between earth and hell. With Lucifer. 

When they all face the enemy in battle, Calli learns her own true identity, and that she and Lucifer share a violent past that changed heaven and earth.

Excerpt

She caught him staring at her a couple of times, and he almost lost the thread of conversation once or twice. She couldn’t blame him: talking to a dead woman wasn’t something a guy did every day, no matter how well the family vocation had prepared him for it. Still, Calli looked forward to working with someone who seemed so dedicated. Not bad to look at, either.

At last, Mark said he had a dinner engagement and would see her as soon as he received an assignment for them.

When he left, she felt less alone than before.

 

Striding away from her house, Mark felt slightly lightheaded.  Dear God, how could he make it through this? She seemed to be everything he ever wanted: funny, smart, interesting to talk with. Those blue eyes, black hair in a short, satiny curve under her chin, white skin, that shirt partially unbuttoned to show a hint of perfectly-shaped...oh, Jesus!

Just talking to her he’d felt himself stirring, and only by concentrating on business was he able to control it. He thought he even stammered at one point.

Why this instant flood of lust? He’d certainly never succumbed to anything like it before. For years he’d developed a strict rein on his emotions and kept his sexual relationships strictly non-binding.

All he could do was hope that she wasn’t as great as she seemed. After all, he barely knew the woman. If she turned out to be a first-class bitch, it would make it so much easier to keep this whole thing professional. At that moment, he wanted nothing so much as to go right back there, wrap himself around her, give her the most smoldering kiss possible, and open the rest of those buttons.

It was going to be a rough assignment.

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excerpt

She caught him staring at her a couple of times, and he almost lost the thread of conversation once or twice. She couldn’t blame him: talking to a dead woman wasn’t something a guy did every day, no matter how well the family vocation had prepared him for it. Still, Calli looked forward to working with someone who seemed so dedicated. Not bad to look at, either.

At last, Mark said he had a dinner engagement and would see her as soon as he received an assignment for them.

When he left, she felt less alone than before.

 

Striding away from her house, Mark felt slightly lightheaded.  Dear God, how could he make it through this? She seemed to be everything he ever wanted: funny, smart, interesting to talk with. Those blue eyes, black hair in a short, satiny curve under her chin, white skin, that shirt partially unbuttoned to show a hint of perfectly-shaped...oh, Jesus!

Just talking to her he’d felt himself stirring, and only by concentrating on business was he able to control it. He thought he even stammered at one point.

Why this instant flood of lust? He’d certainly never succumbed to anything like it before. For years he’d developed a strict rein on his emotions and kept his sexual relationships strictly non-binding.

All he could do was hope that she wasn’t as great as she seemed. After all, he barely knew the woman. If she turned out to be a first-class bitch, it would make it so much easier to keep this whole thing professional. At that moment, he wanted nothing so much as to go right back there, wrap himself around her, give her the most smoldering kiss possible, and open the rest of those buttons.

It was going to be a rough assignment.