August 2, 2017 by Valerie Ullmer
Excerpt Continuation from My Newest Release Xander (A Dark Assassins Novel Book Three) #MFRWAuthor #MFRWHooks
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
He glanced down and met her gaze, his eyebrow lifted in a question.
“Well, snow leopards aren’t native to Colorado, but since you’re a shifter, it doesn’t really matter. Hell, I didn’t know that vampires existed outside the teen romance vampire books. Which I’m not admitting that I read. But I did.” She winked at him.
He smiled and held her close. “There are several vampires and shifters around.”
“And they all live in Snowfall?”
“Most of us do.”
“But why Snowfall? Oh, are all of you in the same profession? Please don’t say forest rangers.”
Xander laughed. “No, we’re government assassins.”
Frost had gone quiet and when he glanced down, her brows were lowered in thought for long minutes before she spoke. “That’s how you were able to take care of those men so easily. I’m glad I ran into you.”
As the house came into view, Frost glanced up and her eyes widened as she surveyed the massive structure. She darted a glance behind his shoulder and cringed. “Sorry I brought them so close to your house.”
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t know. I take it you didn’t volunteer to lead them?”
Frost scoffed. “No. My boss, that asshole, told the mercenaries that I was the best tracker they had. I mean, come on, mercenaries? Another group I had no idea really existed until three days ago. When I found out what he hired them for, I figured the only way to save humans and animals from being slaughtered was to lead the expedition, but away from anyone they could harm. I tried to steer them farther up the mountain, but they became impatient after two days of spotting nothing and started their own way. If you hadn’t come across us when you did, I was afraid that they would’ve started killing randomly. I wonder why my boss wanted to kill you and your friends?”
“Your boss is probably the middleman. Dark Company is very lucrative and it’s only because we’re trained and very successful at what we do. Anytime there’s money or power involved, someone will try to make a grab for it. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last.”
“When the leader, the one who shot me, doesn’t call to check in, they’ll send another group to the last known GPS location. He makes the call at ten every night.”
They reached Xander’s front door and he grabbed the spare key in a hiding spot beside the door, all while glancing at her face for any signs of pain. Making sure not to jostle her, he pushed it open. He turned toward the living room. His plan was to lay her on the couch, but as he leaned down, she balked.
“I would prefer to sit somewhere the blood won’t stain your furniture.”
“It’s comfortable and I can always get another couch.”
“No, don’t worry about my comfort. I’ve had worse. The bathroom is fine.”
Frost blushed and looked down. “Early on in my career, I was attacked by a mountain lion. I had been tracking a bear cub who had broken his leg and I wasn’t paying close attention to my surroundings or the direction I headed. The mountain lion pounced and caught me on the side with his claw, before something scared him away. That hurt worse than getting shot.”
She had spoken easily about a wound that might have killed her, and he had been so stunned by the matter-of-fact delivery, that he moved toward the bathroom before he could process what he was doing. He gently lowered her onto the bench in the shower, grateful that it was large enough to cradle her body.
Frost’s face pinched in pain and he silently called for Liv to hurry. To distract both of them, he kept asking her questions as he removed her outerwear and sweater carefully, leaving her in a long-sleeved shirt and jeans.
“Why did your parents name you Frost?”
She laughed and something inside him bloomed at the light and infectious sound.
“My mother loves everything about winter. But I was the opposite of what she expected. They both have light, almost white hair, like yours. They have pale skin and light-blue eyes. And of course when I was born, I had a full head of black hair, and while I do have pale skin, my eyes are green. My mother loves that I’m different. I’m twenty-seven, with no prospects to even think about getting married and I work with animals. She worries about me, but she’s given up on thinking I’ll do anything normal.”
He smoothed his hand down her black hair and she leaned into his hand. He smiled knowing that she trusted him.