I’m posting more excerpts from my latest release, His Defender. In today’s excerpts my hero, Grant, is meeting His Defender, Arista.
Grant Winston is having a bad night. His new girlfriend is trying to draw him to the dark side, a woman of the night gives him a nasty bite and a sword wielding beauty in a Goth outfit claims she’s his defender.
Arista has her orders and an uncooperative human will not dissuade her from her sacred duty. Naive as he is handsome, Grant is in big trouble. He has something an old and powerful demon wants and he doesn’t understand Arista is all that stands between him and hell.
Arista climbed out of the vehicle and closed her eyes, sniffing the air for the stench of unwelcome visitors. Although she’d secured the building before leaving, Arista wanted to make sure her ward was safe.
Assured no vampire or demon had entered the station, Arista opened the door and leaned in to unfasten her passenger’s seatbelt.
Grant’s eyes fluttered open.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
He touched his neck and grimaced. “Sore.”
“Can you walk?”
Arista stepped back, ready to grab him if he faltered. He held onto the vehicle and rose slowly. He looked around, then looked at her.
“Where am I?”
“You live in a warehouse?”
“I like it.” She slipped her arm in his and guided him to the service elevator. “Living quarters are on the second floor.”
“I can manage.”
Arista released his arm and stepped inside the elevator.
Supporting himself with a hand against the wall, he entered the car. “Why am I here?”
“I want to clean Divine’s bite,” she said, pushing the lift button.
He touched the wound on his neck. “Okay.”
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. Grant swayed and Arista steadied him. She led him into her living quarters. “You’ve had a tough night. It’s time we get acquainted.”
He halted and yanked his arm out of her hold. “You cut off her head.”
“Best way to kill a vampire.”
He stared at her. He really had beautiful green eyes. Then he raised his hands as if warding her off. “No. No. No such thing as vampires.”
“How do you explain the bite on your neck?”
He glanced around, his gaze settling on the elevator. If he tried to run, she’d have to stop him. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Why the hell should I trust you?”
“I’m your defender.”