Prey
by Katy
Mann
Christa,
a shy college student, is interning at a Chicago law firm. One morning, she
spots a mysterious stranger across the street from her office. This seemingly
casual incident tears Christa from her world and sends her into a terrifying
struggle with the remorseless immortal, Mack.
Mack
comes from another time and place, not so long ago in years, but very far from
Christa’s urban world. Mack came of age in the era of bootlegging, where the
strong took what they needed to survive, and he has become interested in
Christa.
On
a trip to Europe, Christa comes across evidence of the supernatural, which she
tries hard to ignore, but on her return she ends up being trapped in a
clandestine network where human blood is farmed to satisfy vampire thirst.
Soon
she becomes caught in a power struggle between two covens, a fight that
threatens her mortal existence and forces her to make choices leading her into
a deeper understanding of humanity and her own soul.
This
is not a love story.
From Chapter 16, “End of Quarantine”
As we walked down the green concrete hallway, I saw a
familiar figure. A tall man with brown hair to his shoulders leaned against the
wall. He wasn’t wearing a coat or hat, but I was sure it was the man from
Chicago. He had the same confident stance—back against the wall, one knee up,
arms folded across his chest.
The stranger must have said something too low for me to hear
because Duane hissed and shoved me behind his back, crouching low in front of
me, arms stretched out on either side.
“Duane,” the man from Chicago said in a warning tone.
The stranger quickly moved his own body to imitate Duane’s
position, and they circled one another until, in an action too fast for my
eyes, Duane was left lying on his back on the floor, howling with an inhuman
sound, staring at what remained of his left arm.
His forearm, hand still attached, lay on the floor in front
of him.
I was stunned to see that no blood came from his arm, only a
white substance that frothed a little as it dripped off the end of his stump.
No blood? Where was the blood?
I staggered back, feeling for the wall behind me. My legs
were unable to support my weight. I slid down, gasping for breath, overcome
with terror.
Instantly, the stranger was standing over me, looking down
with a stony expression. As I looked up, I saw that his eyes were bright red.
There’s the blood, I thought before everything went black.
~ARC FOR HONEST REVIEW~
Not what I was expecting when I started reading this book. But the more I read the more I wanted to know. It's on the dark side some and not your normal romance. But it was good enough to keep turning the pages.
Katy Mann
grew up in the Midwest where she attended the University of Chicago. She moved
to California with her tabby cat, Gus, in 1995. A life-long reader, she divides
her time between the real world, when necessary, and the worlds created in books
and her imagination, when possible.
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