Hudson wrapped Kit up and just… just breathed. Kit was there
and he was fine. Maybe if he repeated that a few million times his brain would
get the massage.
A few seconds later Connie plowed into them. They both held on
desperately to Kit, and their hearts beat in rhythm, something Hudson had never
noticed before now. It was glorious, and steadying, and for the briefest of
moments, they were one.
“Are you okay?” Connie murmured into Kit’s hair.
Kit started to make a joke about dragons and their wealth when
he noticed Beckett staring at the rearview mirror, frowning. “Okay, what?”
“Huh?” Beckett glanced quickly at Kit.
“Don’t give me that look. And how can you be as old as you are
and manage to look so innocent?” Kit waved his hand like he was shooing away
the question. “Anyway, you’re frowning. Is something going on?”
“Just keeping an eye on traffic.”
Kit huffed. They were not going to do this. “Beckett.”
Kit disconnected the call and slipped his phone back into his pants pocket. This wasn’t the first time Austin had done a book signing at his store, and it probably wouldn’t be the last, but hopefully this one wouldn’t turn into the nightmare the other one had.
Of course, there had been some good that came out of Nox attacking Kit and then mimicking him—Kit had met his mates, so he did have Nox to thank for that.
Unfortunately, Nox’s brother was now stalking him thanks to something that had happened in the past between him and Kit’s papa, Michail.
Since Of Love and Shadows, book #3 in the Daemons of San DeLain, is coming soon, let's have a refresher course!!
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Kage means: the one who is filled with shades and shadows.
Dargan is a name with shadowy connotations that would make for a great choice if you are expecting a dark-haired or raven-haired baby boy. This Irish moniker carries with it the meaning of “dark-haired.”
Born: Greece
City: present day Chania-is a city on the northwest coast of the Greek island of Crete. It’s known for its 14th-century Venetian harbor, narrow streets and waterfront restaurants.
Base in the US now:
Where: USA- San DeLain, California (made up but loosely modeled after LA)
Kage owns/lives in a highrise in downtown San DeLain. Called Grand at the Dominion (locals call it the Dominion): The 32-story contains residences which are mostly rented to paranormals. Unit sizes begin around 600 square feet and span up to 1,800 square feet.
Features include:
elevators, a doorman and/or security guard, concierge (Mr. Newson-night shift and Mrs. Covington-day shift) a lobby, fitness center, business center, meeting rooms, game room, and even guest suites. There is an on-site restaurant, retail shops for tenets, and a grocery store.
Since its downtown, there are plenty of restaurants, clubs, theaters, and so on within walking distance. The apartment on the higher floors have gorgeous, scenic views, larger outdoor space, and less street noise.
Top floor is the only penthouse (belongs to Kage and is actually two stories); has its own private pool.
What:
Species: Daemon (pronounced day-mon)-paranormal
Nickname: shadow demon – only 100 worldwide
Daemon are supernatural beings who can shift into a humanoid form—meaning they are biped.
Skin color: gray, to dark gray, to black. Some have wings. Others don’t. Some have tails. Others don’t. Some have fangs. Others don’t. They are NOT demons.
~Indefinitely long lifespan but can be killed
~They don’t get sick; can’t get or give anything
~They are always beautiful (power depends on age)
His group of daemons are called a clan. Kage’s title is Elder. Second in command are called lieutenants. His clan has 10 daemons and other prn-there are 50 members in all and they all live there in the building.
Daemon Abilities:
AGE AFFECTS ABILITY
*ODLER THE DAEMON, THE STRONGER THEIR ABILITY*
*Get 2nd pair of horns when they hit their prime, which around 500 yrs old
Main ability: Where the nickname comes from-humans and other paranormals are terrified of daemon because they can manipulate any shadow around them. Doesn’t matter if it’s a bright sunny day or the dead of night—if there is a shadow nearby, they can step into it and disappear.
They transported via shadows. Can reappear next door, or the next town, or on the other side of the world depending on age… as long as there is a shadow, that’s all they needed.
If that wasn’t frightening enough, they can manipulate any kind of shadow to do their bidding. The shadow of a tree can grab someone and disappear with them. Or it can be the shadow of a rock. Or a building. Or a flower. Even another person’s shadow could be manipulated.
Enhanced Healing: heal really quick, but can still be killed (beheading, stabbed in heart, set on fire, bullet to brain) The older they are, the quicker they heal
Enhanced Strength: Daemon have super-human strength that allows them to lift or throw things far beyond human ability. They can send people flying across a room with a single punch. This super-human strength is an advantage over a human in a fight, and is part of what makes them such formidable foes.
Enhanced night vision: see very well at night. Age does not affect this.
This is an excerpt from Frost's Bite, #3 in the Mystic Bay series.
Now this was just ridiculous. He’d never had such a reaction
to another being.
Glancing around the area, he rearranged his cock as discreetly
as possible. The hair on the back of his neck rose almost immediately, and like
a moth drawn to a flame, he made eye contact with Nicholas.
Cool air circulated around them as Nicholas slightly raised
his chin, his nostrils’ flaring slightly. Jonas blinked in confusion. That
gesture almost looked like what a wolf or a vampire did when scenting.
Nicholas prowled across the blood-soaked ground, coming
straight at Jonas. Jonas, a damn strong Guardian in his own right, stood rooted
to the spot, staring like a deer caught in headlights. There was something
predatory in that gaze, something voracious. Nicholas didn’t stop until he was
seriously intruding in Jonas’s personal space.
With less than a foot between them, Jonas could clearly see
Nicholas’s feature. His breath caught at the cold beauty in front of him. The
long white hair and toned body that wasn’t heavily muscled were striking.
But the delicate facial features, slight dent in the chin, stubs
around the lips and eyebrow didn’t scream threat. Until one felt his power.
Until one looked into Nicholas’s eyes.
Then you just knew you’d met your match. Death loitered there,
waiting to strike. Those icy eyes were striking at the best the times, but when
he used his power, eerie swirls of blues flitted in Nicholas’s eyes.
“I smell your desire. It overpowers all else.”
“Okay. I’m going to get on the road since it takes the better
part of an hour to get home. Later!” Mick tossed over his shoulder as he left.
Mick should be glad Nicholas hadn’t traveled further. Narathon
was indeed an hour away from Mystic Bay, which was nothing for someone who came
all the way from Russia to take care of business. Nicholas finally heard the
distant roar of Mick’s truck starting and shook his head. For someone who
didn’t like attention, Mick certainly drove a loud vehicle.
Speaking of things demanding attention, he once more tugged his
cell out, unlocked it, and pulled up the calendar. No wonder Mick’s reactions
drew his attention… and that insidious need Nicholas despised. It had been six
months since the last time.
Nicholas swallowed heavily. He’d hoped for a bit more time
before he was forced to take care of the problem, but it didn’t look like time
was on his side. His hand tightened, and he purposely relaxed his hold. No
point crushing his cell, even if he was annoyed. Better to feed that need now
than wait for to it became uncontrollable.
Chapter One – Nicholas
WHEN ALONE in the snow-covered mountains, peace prevailed. Outside noise fled, and silence was a constant companion. It wrapped its cold arms around all it touched, offering the feeling of being the only person to have ever walked the path before you.
To Nicholas, it was paradise.
He smirked. Funny how those feelings reversed in an abandoned building. There was something sinister about a structure that was obviously erected at great expense, then simply left unused. And in the dark of night? Well, the mind played tricks, asking what monster skulked through the corridors just waiting to sink its greedy claws into unprotected flesh.
Nicholas was that monster.
Satisfied he heard only one beating heart, he crept forward. After dodging barbed-wire fencing, he pushed his way through thick foliage, moving soundlessly toward the towering, decrepit warehouse. Finding an unlocked side entrance, he slipped into the building.
It had been allowed to fall into disrepair and suffered from vandalism. Trash littered the floor, and every window he passed had been shattered. Broken beams of moonlight fought the darkness as Nicholas walked the maze of twisting corridors toward the open, main floor.
As he drew closer, he expanded his senses. Good. All he heard was the one beating heart in all the silence, along with the stench of cigarettes now. Good gods, such a nasty habit. But it did have its uses—like disguising scent. He lifted his hand, and a rather strong blast of Arctic air flooded the immediate area.
“Fucking hell! Dammit, Frost.”
