Night Prowler Novels, Book Two
J.T. Geissinger
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Montlake Romance
ISBN: 1612184197
ASIN: B007SX0246
Number of pages: 384
Word Count: 98,000
Morgan Montgomery is waiting to die.
Branded a traitor by her tribe, the Ikati
shape-shifter has no hope for mercy—until Jenna, the Ikati’s newly crowned queen and Morgan’s former ally, offers one
last chance for redemption. Morgan must infiltrate the Rome headquarters of the
Expurgari, the Ikati’s ancient enemy, to destroy them once and for all. The
beautiful renegade has just a fortnight to complete her mission or forfeit her
life. Because she does not travel alone…
Xander Luna is a trained assassin and the Ikati’s most feared enforcer, famed for
his swift brutality and stony heart. Fiercely loyal, he is prepared to hate the
traitor under his watch—until they come face to face. For Morgan Montgomery
arouses something unexpected inside of him, something that threatens everything
he believes in and the fate of the tribe itself: a love as powerful and
passionate as it is forbidden.
Sensual, thrilling, and action-packed, Edge of Oblivion
will enthrall readers with nail-biting suspense and heart-pounding passion.
About the Author:
A life-long lover of reading and a self-professed “book addict,” J.T. Geissinger didn’t realize her dream of writing a novel until a milestone birthday forced her to take stock of her goals in life. Always believing the right time to commit to putting pen to paper would magically announce itself, it took waking up one cold January morning with a shiny new zero as the second number in her age to kick start her determination.
More than a year and two unsold novels later, it was time to take stock again.
But her determination matched her initial procrastination, and she kept on writing and learning and trying to improve, trusting that if it was meant to be, it would be.
Then, during a trip to Italy in honor of their 10th wedding anniversary and the honeymoon she and her husband never took, she received an email that would change her life. It was from a literary agent, and it contained the three words every aspiring author longs to hear: “I loved it.”
The manuscript was sold to Montlake Romance who published it six months later. Hitting the Amazon bestseller lists in both the US and the UK within weeks of publication, Shadow’s Edge was book one of the Night Prowler Novels. Book two, Edge of Oblivion published October 2nd, and book three will follow in the spring of 2013. Three additional installations in the Night Prowler series are planned for the future.
Time for a short excerpt!
“Come,” barked Leander from behind the closed door. Matthew pushed it open. Not satisfied to merely enter the room with her trailing behind, he turned, grasped her by the arm, dragged her over the threshold, then released her abruptly, as if he’d been burned by touching her.
So of course she fell. Of course she did.
Caught on one of the heels of her shoes, the hem of her dress tangled beneath her feet. The delicate fabric gave way with a soft ripping noise and she pitched forward, unable to throw her arms out for balance because they were cuffed tight behind her back. She fell to her knees on the cold marble floor with a bone-crunching jolt that startled a pained gasp from her lips, but just before she fell flat on her face, something stopped her.
A pair of hands. Strong and warm at her shoulders.
She was caught and steadied, pushed gently back to her knees where she rocked, finding her balance. Then she lifted her head and looked up—
—into a pair of eyes, brilliant amber rimmed in kohl, that stared out from a sun-darkened face of such cold, savage beauty it sent a thrill of pure fear humming along every nerve. Adrenaline lashed through her body, primitive and chemical, and abruptly awoke the animal inside that bristled and hissed and screamed danger! at the top of its lungs.
He was huge—tall and thickly muscled, far larger than any of her lithe, sinewy kin—and had shoulders so wide she crouched in a pool of thrown shadows at his feet. His black hair, tipped on his wide forehead to a widow’s peak, was cropped close to his head. His clothes were black as well, simple and form-fitting, made for ease of movement. On his back was a pair of crossed swords, sheathed in leather scabbards. On his belt and boots were more weapons, gleaming wicked in the light.
But all this paled in comparison to the more imminent threat of his eerie, amber eyes.
They fixed on hers, unblinking, unfeeling, and she realized with another jolt that this man staring back at her in absolute stillness with that beautiful face and those scorching, fire-lit eyes wasn’t anything she’d ever seen before. He was alive, his body was alive, but behind that mask of perfection, there wasn’t a shred of humanity or mercy or kindness or feeling. There was nothing. He was dead.
Soul dead.
He was the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen.
“Xander,” said a voice from her right. Leander’s, she supposed, aware on a molecular level of her thundering heart, her frozen muscles, the stranger’s gaze that had dropped to the pulse beating wildly in the hollow of her neck. His nostrils flared with an inhalation, and for one wild, horrified moment, she thought he might lean down and tear out her throat with his teeth.
But he didn’t. He only lifted that piercing gaze back to hers and, in a motion of fluid, predatory grace, drew her to her feet. He released her and stepped back, never blinking, his attention never wavering, those piercing dead eyes never leaving her face.
“Xander,” Leander said again. “This is Morgan. Your flight for Rome leaves at one o’clock.”
So of course she fell. Of course she did.
Caught on one of the heels of her shoes, the hem of her dress tangled beneath her feet. The delicate fabric gave way with a soft ripping noise and she pitched forward, unable to throw her arms out for balance because they were cuffed tight behind her back. She fell to her knees on the cold marble floor with a bone-crunching jolt that startled a pained gasp from her lips, but just before she fell flat on her face, something stopped her.
A pair of hands. Strong and warm at her shoulders.
She was caught and steadied, pushed gently back to her knees where she rocked, finding her balance. Then she lifted her head and looked up—
—into a pair of eyes, brilliant amber rimmed in kohl, that stared out from a sun-darkened face of such cold, savage beauty it sent a thrill of pure fear humming along every nerve. Adrenaline lashed through her body, primitive and chemical, and abruptly awoke the animal inside that bristled and hissed and screamed danger! at the top of its lungs.
He was huge—tall and thickly muscled, far larger than any of her lithe, sinewy kin—and had shoulders so wide she crouched in a pool of thrown shadows at his feet. His black hair, tipped on his wide forehead to a widow’s peak, was cropped close to his head. His clothes were black as well, simple and form-fitting, made for ease of movement. On his back was a pair of crossed swords, sheathed in leather scabbards. On his belt and boots were more weapons, gleaming wicked in the light.
But all this paled in comparison to the more imminent threat of his eerie, amber eyes.
They fixed on hers, unblinking, unfeeling, and she realized with another jolt that this man staring back at her in absolute stillness with that beautiful face and those scorching, fire-lit eyes wasn’t anything she’d ever seen before. He was alive, his body was alive, but behind that mask of perfection, there wasn’t a shred of humanity or mercy or kindness or feeling. There was nothing. He was dead.
Soul dead.
He was the most terrifying thing she’d ever seen.
“Xander,” said a voice from her right. Leander’s, she supposed, aware on a molecular level of her thundering heart, her frozen muscles, the stranger’s gaze that had dropped to the pulse beating wildly in the hollow of her neck. His nostrils flared with an inhalation, and for one wild, horrified moment, she thought he might lean down and tear out her throat with his teeth.
But he didn’t. He only lifted that piercing gaze back to hers and, in a motion of fluid, predatory grace, drew her to her feet. He released her and stepped back, never blinking, his attention never wavering, those piercing dead eyes never leaving her face.
“Xander,” Leander said again. “This is Morgan. Your flight for Rome leaves at one o’clock.”
Now, let's welcome J.T. to the blog for a short interview!
Tell us a little about yourself and the genre you write.
First,
thanks for hosting me! I’m a serious bookaholic and devour books like there’s
no tomorrow, which is one of the reasons I began to write. It seemed almost
like a natural progression! I write paranormal romance, though I’ve been told
it crosses over into urban fantasy. In my spare time I own and manage a
flower shop with my husband which is another great outlet for creativity, and a
nice break from sitting in front of the computer for hours on end writing.
What do you love about being a writer?
Everything.
I love being able to say I’m a writer. I love the headspace I get in when I
write. I love the process of structuring a story and getting to know all the
characters I’ll be writing about. I love the research and the editing and
working with my publisher and everything in between. Everything about writing
just does it for me and I’m incredibly grateful I get to do this every day.
What do you hate about being a writer?
Writer’s
block. It is a very real thing I’ve recently come to understand. My first two
books were finished in about four months each and I was able to write straight
through from beginning to end without a hiccup. My current work in progress,
however, is taking shape in fits and starts and I’m trying not to pressure
myself, but having faith that I can bring it all together in time for my next
deadline is challenging. Fingers crossed!
If
there was one thing about the industry you could change, what would it be?
I’d
give authors a fairer percentage of their e-book sales.
What do you like better, Twitter or Facebook? Why?
Probably
Facebook because it’s more intimate and I can interact with fans on what feels
like a more personal level. On Twitter, you’re just sending random thoughts out
into the void. They’re both huge time suckers, though!
Tell us about your latest release and were we can find it.
Edge
of Oblivion is book two of the Night Prowler Novels. It reunites readers with the Ikati, a race of beautiful, savage
shape-shifters who live hidden from the everyday world, the rebel within their
ranks who will risk everything for a chance at freedom, and the brooding
assassin who might end her life...or lay claim to her soul. It’s available on
Amazon
Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Oblivion-Night-Prowler-Novel-ebook/dp/B007SX0246/ref=pd_sim_kstore_1
I'm
all about Twitter and Facebook, so can you be sure and add your handles
and links here....
www.twitter.com/JTGeissinger
www.facebook.com/JTGeissinger
Rapid Fire Questions
Milk or Dark Chocolate? Milk. I hate bitter dark
chocolate.
Wine or Beer? Wine.
Beach or Mountains? Beach near the mountains.
RV or Hotel? Hotel, girl, please!
Driving or Flying? Flying.
Toilet Paper...Over or Under? I’m
flexible.
So yep, that's about it for today! Thanks for visiting!
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