August 23, 2017 by Valerie Ullmer
Chapter Two Excerpt of Xander (A Dark Assassins Novel Book Three) #MFRWHooks
Xander (A Dark Assassins Novel Book Three)
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance
Xander has secretly yearned for a mate for most of his immortal existence, and yet after three of his friends found exactly what he’s always wanted, he’d come to believe that he’d missed his chance at happiness.
Until he heard her voice.
Frost is a wildlife biologist and tracker and she has been assigned, despite her adamant protests, to lead mercenaries into the mountains of Snowfall, Colorado for the sole purpose of killing immortal shifters. In order to protect those who have no idea the kind of danger they are in, she agrees. As she leads the armed men on a wild chase around the snow-covered pines, she could sense that she was running out of time.
Until she heard his voice.
Xander understands exactly who Frost is the moment he hears her thoughts. With the help of Kane and Gunnar, they eliminate those in her group as they try to keep her safe. But during the fight, she is hurt and all of his protective instincts flare to life. As Xander learns more about her, he realizes that Frost might be the key to the creation of the immortals, both vampire and shifter.
But when she becomes a target from those who want to destroy the Dark Company and Xander’s family, how far will he go to save her?
© 2017 Valerie Ullmer
Consciousness sucked. The intense fire that scorched her from the inside out spread slowly through her body. The worst of the burning, and what had woken her, was the scorching sensation on the soles of her feet and it had continued upward. It was now at her thighs, licking up to her hips, and she wondered whether she were truly on fire. She rolled her eyes under her closed lids at her dumbass thought. She had been unable to pry them open no matter how hard she’d tried.
Panic sounded like a solid plan, but whenever she tensed her body, her throat would clog and the fire would only intensify, so she cursed her reflexes as she unlocked her muscles, one area at a time. When she was able to breathe normally, or as normal as her situation allowed her to, she had a chance to take stock of the situation.
She concentrated on the pain first. Her wounded shoulder, the surge of pain that she remembered before she blacked out into nothingness, was there, but the throb was minor compared to the burning sensations that were getting closer to her navel. In addition to the burning, there was an underlying ache that encompassed her entire being. It compared to the flu, but only by a little. This time, the pain brought tears to her eyes.
Her high tolerance for pain deserted her at this moment, and she sought relief in any form she could get it. She couldn’t open her eyes, so she tried swallowing to check whether her throat worked, but she couldn’t move to even do that. She tried to groan or shout, any vocalization that she could think of, to beg for any pain medication that would get rid of this torture she was going through, but no sound escaped.
Once she thought of the beautiful, muscular man with bright-white hair and penetrating blue eyes, she forced herself to take slow, deep breaths, relaxing her muscles to at least unclench her jaw. It did nothing but add more pain to her already strained body, and she didn’t know whether she was grateful or mad at herself as she let the blackness overwhelm her.