Paranormal Romance Books



Paranormal Romance Books

by

Serena Zane

Passion to die for! 


  

Duty, family, loyalties, and passion ...when your life is placed on the line which comes first? In rainy Seattle, Washington the Wills family and their friends must choose between family obligation and love. Will they be able to push prejudice aside and overcome seemingly insurmountable odds? Danger shadows their every step as they learn that good and evil is not all black and white. 


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Snow Beast
Dark warrior series

Serena Zane

It’s winter in Boston and the animals have come out to play.  When two men are found dead mauled to death in an alley Detective Nikki Adams knows that something unusual is going on. Faced with a reality unlike any she’s ever known Nikki is thrown into a paranormal world where vampires and werewolves are real.
Take a thrilling ride with Detective Nikki Adams, Homicide cop with the Boston PD.  Together with her partner Detective Dan Stallo, she joins forces with two sexy, twin vampires Damon and Jared Blake, and one very hot werewolf Trevor Gies. Nikki finds herself delving ever deeper into their secret world as she’s torn between her conflicting feelings of allegiance to her family and her growing attraction between Damon and Trevor.

Excerpt from Snow Beast
Dark Warrior series

Serena Zane

Just dinner, that’s all she is.  He firmed his mind, and went to the door where she ranted at what appeared to be her mother, over the phone.  Damon planted a hand on the doorframe and waited.
He knew the moment she recognized that she was not alone.  Her body tensed.
“Mom, I’m going to have to call you back.”  A slight pause. “No.  We’ll continue this conversation later.  Bye Mom.”  She hung up the phone, a hand going to the coffee table in front of her.
Damon didn’t bother moving, “I wouldn’t.”
Her hand stilled. Gorgeous.  Silky hair hung in waves over high firm breasts, shining as the lamplight touched it.  Her short dress displayed most of her legs, even though she likely didn’t top 5’4” with her heels off, her legs were toned. He could imagine them wrapped around his waist.  Hazel eyes flashed green for a moment, and he felt passion ignite in response. He wanted her.
As she straightened, Damon caught the light scent of spicy perfume.
“Who the Hell are you? And how’d you get into my home?”  Her nostrils flared and her eyes dilated to pinpoints.
Damon took a moment to ponder over the sense of captivation that seemed to take him over.  His body demanded that he take her.  Fangs lengthened in his mouth as if he was a newborn, a vampire that had just been turned -- no control.
Evidently, he took too long to answer for her.
She took a step forward, “I said, who the hell are you?”  Her stance aggressive, she looked ready to spring.
“Take it easy.” Keeping his voice low, he focused on using his most calm voice, “My name is Damon Blake. I’m here to help you.”
A brief laugh of disbelief escaped her, “Right, then why didn’t you use the front door?”
“It wouldn’t be a good thing if I was to be spotted.  Better to use alternative methods of entrance for initial contact.”
Her eyes skeptical, the pinpoint pupils flared again. Fascinated, he wondered if she knew just what she was.
“What do you want?”
“I told you, I’m here to help.  My brother and I know about the murders from earlier tonight.  And I know that curiosity is eating you up.”  Damon took a small step forward.  Nikki made her move, she was fast.  He’d give her that. 



Closing her tiny wrist in his hand, he felt a spark of electricity course up his arm.  Their eyes met.  One of those nicely toned legs flashed out, and she tried to swipe his legs from under him.  He turned her in his arms, and easily restrained her. 
In the struggle her hair swept to one side, her neck exposed right under his mouth.  Fangs burst through, and he fought for control.
“Calm down!”  His voice was harsh, even to him.  “I’m not here to hurt you.”
Nikki took several deep breaths.  He felt her body soften. Her muscles relaxed melting into him, but he wasn’t fooled.  Damon needed to take her blood. Just the thought had him growing hard again.  It was for her own good, he’d be able to find her anywhere, and he could manipulate her memory if required. 
Damon placed his mouth on her erratic pulse, reveling in the soft feel of her skin against his lips, and sank his fangs deep releasing endorphins at the same time through the tips. 
Thick rich blood hit his tongue, and red covered his vision.  Damon tried to pull back, but it was too late.  Her blood hit his system like a drug.  Too late.




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A Cross to Bare

Dark Warrior Series book 2

Sometimes, the past catches up to you.
Detective Nikki Adams has a problem on her hands. An anonymous tip in the middle of the night leads Nikki to yet another of the mysterious crime scenes that have been found at the historical churches littering the Freedom Trail in Boston.  Someone is killing vampires, and she happens to know two vampires that just might be aware of who is behind the recent deaths.
Meanwhile, Nikki continues to struggle with her feelings between Damon Blake, and the leader of the Boston werewolves, Trevor Gies. Knowing she’s with Damon, does not cool her ardor any when the pack Alpha decides to turn on the heat.
    Damon, faced with the very real possibility that one of them might end up dead, makes a surprising truce and an unlikely ally. Struggling between loyalty to the Nostre Dames, and loyalty to his brother, Damon must make a choice, but will it be the right one?


Excerpt

Chapter 1

    Wind howled through the trees, still bare of leaves from the harsh winter.  Lightening cracked nearby, and Detective Nikki Adams started as a branch slammed to the ground.  Not a good night to show up alone in a cemetery.  She followed the winding pathway up the Liberty Walk to the place instructed.  An anonymous tip came just before midnight on her cell, a text from an unknown number.
There’d been a rash of murders in local cemeteries.  Nikki hoped this one was not like the others. As she approached the old church, the acrid smell of burnt flesh assailed her nostrils. Crap! If she didn’t hurry, there would be nothing but ash for her to examine.
    Deep-throated laughter sounded above the screeching wind, and the little hairs on her neck stood up.  Nikki fumbled for her cell phone and punched in the speed dial for Damon.  It rang only once before his deep, husky voice answered.
    “Good evening. What’s going on?”
    Nikki tried not to be irritated.  She’d called earlier for his help, and he hadn’t been available. “I need you -- Liberty Cemetery by the old chapel.”  She moved up to the side of the building.
    “Wait for me,” he commanded, “I’ll be there soon.”
    “I can’t wait, all my evidence will go up in smoke.  Just hurry.”  With a sharp jab at the end button, Nikki turned off the phone.  He knew where she was. If he wanted to help, he’d find her.
    Nikki drew her gun from the holster.  Quietly, she slid up to one of the windows.  They were broken out after years of being abandoned. Nikki was able to get a clear view inside.
    Just like the other sites, a large cross suspended from the ceiling. This time she got here in time to see a man tied to it, his chest bare.  At least it looked like a man. Blood dripped down his side and turned black as it hit the old stone floor.  His persecutor wielded a wicked looking knife, and chanted in Latin.
    Nikki thanked her mother for all the seminary classes in Catholic school. With the little bit of Latin Nikki could understand, it became obvious that whoever hid behind the demon mask intended to kill the person suspended from the cross. 
    Nikki wasn’t about to let that happen.  She flipped the safety off her gun, and carefully made her way to the back entrance.  This was one of the old chapels used before the Revolutionary War, and there were only two entrances in or out.  The tourist trap closed at dusk, and it was long past that now. The place appeared abandoned, all except the noises coming from inside.
Unless Damon got there in time, she’d be facing -- whatever that was -- by herself.  Her regular partner with the precinct, Detective Dan Stallo, called out sick with the flu, so she flew solo on this one.  The backdoor to the chapel barely hung on its hinges. 
Nikki skirted around the old wood, careful not to bump it and give herself away.  Everything appeared grey and dark, and spider webs hung in the small hallway that led to the dais.  With a grimace, she quietly made her way up the hall hoping that a spider wouldn’t drop down the back of her neck.  Suppressing a shudder, she approached the main chapel area.
    Though lit by candles, the room was still dim on the edges. Nikki went unnoticed by the attacker as she snuck into the shadows.  He was preoccupied with torture. The guy in the mask sheathed the knife he’d held on his belt and picked up a red hot poker in his hand. He drove it into the flesh of the guy hanging on the cross. Open wounds created by the poker emitted a rancid smell as it burnt into skin and muscle.  Steam rose from beneath the man’s body, his skin virtually sizzling where it touched the wood he suspended on. 
Vampire, has to be.  So, who’s the man torturing him? 
The vampire let out another yell as his attacker stabbed him again with the poker. 
    Nikki lunged from the shadows, gun in front of her. “Drop it! Police!”
    The attacker swung his head towards her, dropped his hand from the poker that still hung suspended in the vampire’s side, and rushed her.  Nikki stepped to the side, and struck the attacker with her gun as he ran past. She wanted this bastard alive.  The man stumbled as she struck, but swept out his leg knocking her off balance.  She went down, rolling out of his reach.  He jumped to a crouch and sprung, just as Nikki brought up the gun. 
Screw this! She pulled the trigger.  A gunshot echoed through the tiny chapel sounding off the rafters.
    The assailant fell back into the pews, grasping the gunshot wound.  He looked down at his stomach, then at her.  Without a sound, he got up and ran out of the chapel grabbing a bag as he went.  Nikki fired twice more, but the man just kept running. 
Damn it!  She tried to follow, but she was too late.  Nikki rushed through the doors, and the cold wind hit her face.  She scanned the area as her rage simmered.  Nothing. The man was gone.
    This was the third kill in almost as many weeks, and each time she’d gotten there too late.  Hearing a groan from inside the chapel, Nikki turned, a smile forming on her face.  This time she had a witness.


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Bane

A Dark Warrior serial


Strife has found the Pack in Boston. A young woman is murdered in an abandoned warehouse. and three other girls are missing . Detective Nikki Adams gets a whiff of something off about the whole case as she struggles to find the killer before more girls end up dead.

Meanwhile Damon Blake, Nikki’s boyfriend and full-fledged vampire, finds a medallion with the insignia of the Nostre Dames, his own clan, inscribed on the surface at the crime scene. Slipping it into his pocket he stashes the evidence before a war breaks out between the races, again. The tenuous truce he recently forged with the Pack is in danger.

Nikki knows Damon is hiding something from her as the case escalates, but he won’t tell her what it is. She is faced with the fact that he might not trust her after all, even though she has given him her heart.

Excerpt

Nikki stumbled. She braced herself on the edge of the dais. Faint, she gripped the wood and breathed deeply. Black dotted her vision.
 “Nik, you need to get out of here!” Dan crossed the room and ushered Nikki out the door.
 Outside Nikki leaned up against the building wall. Dan pulled the warehouse door shut as tightly as he could. 
“You okay?”
“What the hell was that?” Nikki swiped at her nose.
“Wolfsbane. The sage covered the main scent, but your enhanced senses must have picked it up.
“Wolfsbane?”
Dan looked at her with sympathy in his eyes. “You’re part wolf. The herb is dangerous to those with the lycanthrope gene, like you. You might want to consider bringing in help on this one.”





Nikki gritted her teeth. The fact that she would need to call Damon galled her. She didn’t like having to rely on him, but so many of the cases thrown her way recently involved paranormal elements, and now she had a weakness. Just great. Freakin’ Hell. She couldn’t even change, how fair was that?
You need me? Damon’s deep voice called to her. She couldn’t suppress the shudder of desire passing through her body.
I can’t go in the room. So, yes, I do need you. Nikki let the irritation seep into her tone.
Why can't you enter? Concern laced his voice.
Wolfsbane.
Silence met her answer.
Damon?
Nothing.
Damon? Where have you gone?
“Here.” Damon materialized right in front of her. His large hands pulled her to his hard body.
She inhaled his rich, musky scent. It was refreshing after the dank smell of death.
“You can’t stay out of trouble can you?”
Nikki shrugged, “Seems so.”
Damon’s heart thudded in his chest. If she had ingested any of the Wolfsbane, she could have died. He lowered his head and kissed her, his lips claiming hers with bruising ferocity.


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The Christmas Present

A Hunter Diaries Short


When you have dreams of escaping your own life, you might wish for anything. It’s Christmas Eve, and Detective Stephanie Wills wants nothing more than someone who will love her, in spite of her family.  Making a New Year’s Resolution list, she sets out with good intentions that all seem to fall apart Christmas Day when she is called into work.  Not wanting to, Stephanie must contact her family for help. The Christmas present hanging suspended from a beam at 5th Street Art Gallery was left by a vampire.

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You don’t want to go in there, a voice in her head whispered.
Yes, I do! She whispered back, not sure if it was herself she was talking to.
Chloe stopped before reaching the door, “I’ll keep watch.  This is your case, your kill.”
Stephanie wasn’t about to argue. Due to necessity, she had been on a few hunts with her folks. She knew how to handle herself.  The trick was not to hesitate.  If you hesitated, you died.
With a quiet motion, Stephanie opened the door.  There was no squeak, and she let out the breath she’d been holding.  The slightest noise and the vampire would be awake.
Turn around, go back. The voice in her head was insistent, repeating over and over.
“Shut up, she yelled out loud.  The insistent voice went quiet, as though startled.  Making her way through the top floor, Stephanie noticed a stairway leading to the basement. A door was at the bottom.  Without giving herself time to think about it, she started down the staircase. A knot of fear twisted in the bottom of her stomach the closer she got to the entrance.  She was on the right track.
Being as silent as she could, Stephanie entered the blackened interior of the basement.  She tried the lights, nothing. Either the power was off, or the light bulb was out. Stephanie dug into her kit and found the flashlight she’d slipped inside.  She flipped it on, and the beam cut across the room, it landed on another door at the other side.  Feeling strange, she was curious, but at the same time filled with fear. Stephanie put the little flashlight in her mouth, grabbed her little crossbow and loaded it as she crossed the room.  The voice in her head got insistent again. Her palms started to sweat. 
As she reached the door, she took a deep breath.  It would be fine. It was only around four, way too early for any vamp to be up.  At least that’s what her mother had always told her.  Gathering her courage, Stephanie reached for the door handle.
The door flew wide as if blown open by a great force and slammed back against the cellar wall.  Stephanie dropped the crossbow, and scrambled backwards tripping on her feet, she started to fall.  Rough hands gripped her arms, and her mind went wild.  Struggling to get away from her captor, she pounded at his chest, with little effect.  She started to scream, and her captor slammed his mouth down on hers, kissing her silent.


Stephanie pounded her fists against a solid wall of chest, but slowly stilled.  She knew those lips.  One of the hands holding her started stroking her back, and pulled her closer so her body was pressed against his.  Starting to melt into him, Stephanie’s inner voice screamed at her.  This is wrong, he’s a vampire.  All of her fears were confirmed.


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Bite Me!

A Hunter Diaries Short

In a world filled with darkness, hope shines through ...
A violent battle ends in tragedy, and Chloe Wills finds herself alone in a world full of violence. Saved by a man she believes to be an angel, Chloe struggles to find balance with her new powers inherited through her family, and the anger that rages inside her body. As Chloe seeks solace, problems arise for the Wills family. The Enforcers of the Vampire High Council have been sent to take care of the threat the Wills pose to their race.
Bite Me is the sequel to The Christmas Present, continuing the tale of the Wills family and their adventures.

Excerpt

Chapter 1
Chloe Wills stood looking around at the aftermath. Bodies lay strewn about the meadow staining the green grass with dried blood -- a few spots still shiny from the wounds of the dying. Shock made her numb as she stared at her feet.  Her husband, Matt, lay torn virtually in two by the vampire she’d just slain.  If she’d only been quicker, he’d still be alive.

His blond hair streaked with dirt, and a look of pain etched on his face for all time within her memory.  The call came for the Wills family to come eradicate the small town of an infestation of vampires before everyone in the town got killed.  A group of rogues decided to move to the town weeks before and began terrorizing the people. It was not unlike many of the other jobs the Wills family undertook.  They were vampire hunters, and when Chloe met Matt two years prior she joined them.  Her abilities as a witch lent themselves to the task, and she took to vampire hunting like it was second nature.  But she hadn’t anticipated this.  How am I going to tell Stephanie?
Chloe dropped to her knees, all the strength drained from her.  Not one vampire left alive, only black marks where they once stood.  When she saw Matt being torn apart Chloe released a surge of power unlike anything she’d ever experienced.  An explosion erupted from her center and a nova whipped through the field sending death to each and every vile creature.
Her best friend had it right.  Stephanie Wills denied her family heritage and became a homicide detective.  Of course, she also fell in love with Nicholas Solkav, leader of the Pacific Northwest region of vampires.  Chloe normally agreed with Stephanie that all vampires weren’t bad, but right now her heart screamed at her to kill them all.

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Belief
A Hunter Diaries Short
Book 3
Just when you think you know what’s real…

There are things in this world that sometimes are better left unexplained. Ami Sherridon is a skeptic, but she enjoys a good role playing game now and then, not to mention a great paranormal read. The Festival of Blood is taking place in Romania in a weeks time, and Ami isn’t about to miss it. However, powerful forces are at play, and are about to shake Ami’s beliefs.
                Hopping a plane to Romania with her best friend, Beth, Ami embarks on an adventure that will challenge everything she has come to believe as truth.

Excerpt
Ami didn’t recall leaving her room, so she was aware she must be dreaming.  That didn’t make it any less terrifying.  The place looked familiar, and she passed it earlier in the day, in the sunlight.  There was no sun now.  All the previous happy thoughts Ami had escaped from her head.
            Fog blanketed the ground and the moon shone down illuminating the cross on the grave in front of her.  Everything was in shades of grey and black.  Nerves stood on end, and with a quick glance around, she confirmed that she was alone.  Ami shifted restlessly from foot to foot.  Any person with half a brain knew that one didn’t go out alone on nights like this one. 
            A twig snapped.  Ami turned, startled.  She tripped over her feet.  Who was there? She glared into the darkness determined not to be kibble for some werewolf.  Ami could see why people wrote scary stories about this place.  It bred legends; Vlad the Impaler, Frankenstein, werewolves, the list went on.
            Another twig snapped.  This time the sound came from off to her right.  Her heart pounded with fear.  Cold swept up her spine.  Icy fingers clamped down on her neck and jerked her backwards against a solid body.  The vein under her skin throbbed beating out a staccato rhythm.  
            “So fresh,” a low whisper like that of a lover rasped out of her captor, “so beautiful.”  His other hand brushed the hair from her nape. 
            Ami couldn’t move.  All her limbs seemed to be held in place by some unbreakable restraint.  Her mind screamed, but she couldn’t get away.  Somehow, Ami knew that if she didn’t, she was as good as dead.  Oh my God, I’m going to be killed in the home of Dracula! She closed her eyes praying that death would come swift.  She waited, and waited.
            The hand from her neck disappeared.  Her eyes popped open.  There was no one there.  She was still in the graveyard, standing right where she was before.  The rhythm of her heart still beating a rapid pace, her body became her own again.  The urgent need for flight coursed through her body, and she started to run in the direction of the hotel.  What the Hell?  Dreams weren’t supposed to be this real.  Her breath escaped in little gasps that formed puffs of steam in front of her.  Trees loomed ahead. If she could just make the tree line, she’d be safe.
            Pushing herself harder than ever before, Ami put on a burst of speed, she crashed through the edge of the trees.  Smack!  Ami slammed into a solid object.  She let out a yell. It wasn’t a tree. It didn’t even budge.  Familiar arms came up and grasped her, and she smelled Lucian’s musky scent as they enveloped her.  She stopped yelling and panted as she tried to catch her breath and calm down. 
            Lucian looked down at her with a disapproving stare, “What are you doing out here Draga?”  With stern face, but a tender voice, he spoke.
Ami wanted to forget the scary person from seconds ago.
            “I…I don’t know.  One minute I’m asleep in my bed, and the next thing I knew, I’m out here standing in a graveyard!”
            Pulling her close, he rubbed her back in a comforting gesture. “Its okay now, but you must be careful Draga mea, it is not safe to wander alone out in the woods.”
            Ami trembled from head to foot, “Tell me about it.”  It’s okay to let him hold me.  This is a dream after all, and she could indulge in a little fantasy.  Inhaling his distinct scent, her body began to heat up despite the cold weather.  Little tingles of electricity sped through her system as his hands travelled over her back.  She slid her hands inside his coat on the pretext of getting warm, and reveled in his toned muscles evident under her exploring fingers.
            A low growl emitted from him, “Inimioara mea, I am not a gentleman.” He pulled away from her a bit, “I do not pretend such pretense, and you sorely tempt me.  We must stop.”
            Ami didn’t want to stop.  Moving her hands from under his coat to cup his face, she drew him closer, “Then don’t pretend.”
            Lucian grasped the back of her head and buried his fingers in her long hair. He drew her to him.  Sculpted lips came down on hers, and Ami’s body suddenly leapt with fire.  God, she wanted him.  All thoughts of earlier raced from her mind as she opened her mouth to him, and Lucian’s tongue swept inside taking control.
            Kissing him back with abandon, Ami allowed herself to revel in his touch.  Her tongue warred with his, and he tasted just like she imagined, rich and sinful.  

       
     Lucian lifted her and took a step, her back pressed up against a tree, and the rough bark bit into her skin.  She didn’t care.  In spite of the cold, her body was burning up.  Lucian tore his mouth away from hers and pressed the evidence of his desire towards her core.  Trailing kisses down the side of her neck to the sweet spot just at the base.  A gasp escaped her as Lucian suckled and licked at the sensitive flesh.  She felt a sharp stab of pain, and he suddenly pushed himself away from her.
            “Go!”  His voice was rough.
            Ami shook her head not comprehending.
            “Run! Go before I can’t stop myself.”  He disappeared in a flash, the echo of his voice remaining, “Run Ami! Run back to the Inn.” 
            Ami took off, her heart beating again in confusion and fear.  Stumbling over fallen branches and rocks, Ami ran, and ran until everything went black.

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Insidious Whispers



A Hunter Diaries Short

Book 4

Abducted from her quiet life as a New Age store owner, Beth Stark is thrown into a dangerous world of intrigue and magic. Beth’s legacy as Guardian of the Black Tome is to protect the book from those who would seek to use it for dark purposes.

Phoenix, enforcer of the Vampire world, is sent to destroy the Black Tome before the Queen of the Fae can use it to annihilate the vampire race. Phoenix comes face to face with the tome’s Guardian, but he doesn’t expect the feisty little spitfire to make his
blood boil, and his passions rise. 

Excerpt

 Beth sat straight up in the chair that she’d been lounging in. Something was terribly wrong. She could feel it deep in her soul. In a blink, her body was pulled through the Veil and she stood in her darkened shop. Right in front of her stood a man, and he was pulling the Dark Tome from its rightful place on her shelf.
“Stop!” Beth surged forward as though she wasn’t in control of her own body and placed herself in front of the tome making him break contact with the book. “What do you think you’re doing?” She struggled to regain her composure after being pulled through space twice in one day. He was so close; she could smell his cologne and the scent of the rain and wind on his body. Beth tried not to be intimidated, but the man was huge and his broad shoulders filled the space in front of her. He hadn’t said anything yet, and he hadn’t moved away. She placed a hand on his chest and zapped him. A small electrical current to shove him back, it didn’t work.
His large hand came up and encompassed hers. “Don’t.” He crowded her.
Beth felt her lips part, and desire made her damp between her thighs as she met his eyes in the dark. They glowed with an unholy fire, and she knew. Vampire. Her voice barely above a whisper Beth asked, “What do you want with the tome?” She could never let a vampire have access to the evil in that particular book.
“I’ve been sent to destroy it.” He pressed her back against the bookshelf.
Beth could feel each hard muscle as he moved into her, and her body responded instantly. A gasp escaped from her lips, “I can’t let you do that.”

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