Solomon’s
Sieve, Book 7
(Knights of Black Swan)
Named
Best Paranormal Romance Series of 2013 by REVIEWERS’ CHOICE AWARDS
(Paranormal Romance Guild).
Nominated
for Best Paranormal Romance Series of 2014 IRC READERS CHOICE AWARDS
– Voting in September. Victoria Danann is also up for Author of the
Year.
When
Sovereign Solomon Nemamiah lay dying on a beach under an overturned
vehicle with his fiancé helplessly sobbing next to him, he made a
vow to himself that he would refuse to stay in some arbitrary
afterlife. He silently promised to return and finish what he
started with The Order of the Black Swan and the
love of his life. When the new Sovereign of Jefferson Unit
begins saying and doing things that remind people of
Sol, it raises suspicion in the minds of people who were
closest to him.
The
mutated and more aggressive strain of vampire virus surges back
to the forefront of The Order’s priorities forcing retirees to be
recalled and trainees to be inducted earlier than ever before.
Meanwhile,
The Order sends Z Team with its newest member, Glendennon
Catch, to escort new recruit, Dr. Mercedes Renaux,
to Bulgaria. Her mission is to shut down and
investigate an archeological site that may contain irrefutable
evidence that vampire exist. Their mission is to protect her.
OFFICIAL
RELEASE DATE: May 27
PUBLISHER:
7th
House (Imprint of Andromeda LLC)
90,000
words
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Excerpt:
Kay
gave Storm an amused look. “In some ways this feels more familiar
than watching TV with my wife. ”
They were
separating from Ram and Rev, going opposite ways in an alley. Storm
looked back over his shoulder at Ram and Rev walking away. On a
whim he called out, “Sol!” Without hesitation, Rev turned and
said, “Yeah?”
The
four of them stood frozen, Storm and Rev staring at each other, Kay
and Ram looking back and forth between the two. Let it never be said
that Ram didn’t know how to handle a situation delicately. “What
the fuck, Stormy?”
“You
know, that’s a good question, Ram. And well put.” Storm didn’t
take his eyes off Rev.
“Something
you want to tell us.”
Rev
pursed his lips before growling. “No.”
“You
sure?”
“You
gone hard of hearing?”
Storm’s
gaze was a concentrated challenge, pinning Rev in place, but he
moved in close enough for quiet conversation.
“How
about clueing us in, brother,” Kay was as calm as the eye of a
hurricane as he nudged Storm. “What’s going on here?”
“Has
it seemed to you that there are things about the new Sovereign that
seem familiar? Eerily so?”
“Like
what?” Ram asked as he eyed Rev from top to bottom.
“Oh,
like the fact that he smokes the same brand of Turkish cigars that
Sol used to smoke. And lights them with an old school fluid lighter.
Then he puts the lighter down in front of him and turns it around and
around the same way Sol used to.” Kay turned his attention
toward Rev and began regarding him with increased interest. “How
about the way he screws up his mouth when he’s aggravated or the
way he steeples his fingers when he’s making a decision?”
Rev lifted
his chin in defiance and narrowed his eyes at Storm. “And let’s
not forget the fact that he took a bead on Farnsworth about thirty
seconds after arriving Jefferson Unit. Doesn’t it strike you as a
little strange that he handles Sol’s job like he knows what he’s
doing? No. Not like he knows what he’s doing. Like he’s done it
before!”
Ram
eased around in front of Rev so that the three veteran members of B
Team appeared united as the inquisitors they had just become.
They stood in a dimly lit alley with accusation hanging in the air,
waiting for Rev to answer.
“Your
imagination’s just got the better of you, Sir Storm.”
“There!
Right there. I never met another knight who called me Sir
Storm. But Sol did.” Storm glanced at Kay. “All the time. Called
me Mr. Storm when I was a kid. Switched to Sir Storm when I was
inducted.” He stepped closer to Rev. “When I called Sol’s name,
you turned around like you’d been answering to that name your whole
life.”
Ram
and Kay were giving Rev looks that said the questions weren’t
going to go away just by staring Storm down. Finally Rev
replied with the cool of an iceberg.
“So
what are you saying? Exactly? That I’m a body snatcher?”
“What
I’m doing right now is asking questions.”
“I
don’t have answers for you.”
“NO!”
Rev’s answer was a little too forceful and a little too quick.
“Start
talking.” Rev blew out a breath and looked around at the
alley.
”Let’s
go sit down somewhere private.” He ran a hand through his hair.
“I’ll buy a round of drinks and tell you a story. Not about me
mind you. A story about a guy I heard of.”
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