WeWriWa: HUNTER OF SHADOWS – A Dangerous Game

An assassin and a vengeance seeker, each with their own agenda, each pretending to be what they’re not, both unable to resist the other despite the danger of an alliance. I confess, I grumbled about stepping away from the hero and heroine from my first four “By Moonlight” books to embrace new couples in the continuing “Shadows” portion of the series . . . but I must admit, Nica and Silas had me at page one. Both strong, independent characters, motivated by others rather than their own needs. Both in denial of how right they are for each other as their goals put them at cross purposes in my first excerpt of 2019 . . .

It’s no secret, I adore tough, self-sacrificing, smart characters who are stupid in love with one another despite the odds. Silas MacCreedy – driven to protect what’s left of his family while seeking revenge against the cause of their trouble behind the guise of a detective’s shield while undercover as a card dealer in a mobster’s club. Nica Fraser – forced to bend her will to darkness to save her childhood friends, a cool assassin directed by unnatural forces in the North to a target that puts her at cross purposes between head and heart. Take a closer look . . .
“Do you think I trust you any more than I do him?”
“You’re going to have to pick a side, MacCreedy.”
“I pick my own side.”
“Then you’ll lose,” Nica warned as she stepped in front of him, placing her palms on his chest, features grim, her tone flat, “because he’ll kill you . . . he will rip out your heart, and then he’ll eat it.”
“Then I hope he chokes on it.”
As he set her aside to continued his walk, she told herself, Let him go and rush headlong to his own doom, because any attempt on Savoie would be a perfect distraction, drawing attention away from her and her job, but as she studied his arrogant, determined posture, something in her snapped, making her call after him, “Silas, don’t be a fool.”
He stopped and turned to her, his expression fierce, demanding as she caught up to him again, “Why do you care what happens to me?”
She touched his face, letting her fingertips glide over his cheek and her thumb graze his lips, confessing, “Because I hate waste and your dying for a lost cause would be a terrible one, so don’t be a hero.”
“I don’t have a choice.”
They stood for a moment, gazes locked, then she stepped back with a bittersweet smile, letting him go.





And speaking of what the New Year rings in, here’s my first steal of a deal to sink your teeth into . . .





Looking forward to getting together with my critique partners next weekend to kick start 2019. I’ll be charting my SMART goals (Specific/Measurable/Achievable/Relevant/Time-Oriented). How about you?

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Published on January 05, 2019 21:01
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