Aurora Sky: Vampire Hunter
Volume 1
Nikki Jefford
Genre: New Adult, Paranormal Romance,
Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: November 27, 2012
ISBN: 1939997488
ASIN: B00AEGD5XY
Number of pages: 260 pages
Word Count: 62,000 words
Cover Artist: Phatpuppy Art
Book Description:
If there is one thing eighteen-year-old Aurora Sky wants, it's to get off the iceberg she calls home. Being kissed before she graduates wouldn't hurt either.
Then a near-fatal car wreck changes everything. Government agents step in and save Aurora's life in exchange for her services as a vampire hunter. In Alaska. Basically she's a glorified chew toy. All thanks to her rare blood type, which sends a vampire into temporary paralysis right before she has to finish the job... by hand.
Now Aurora's only friends are groupies of the undead and the only boy she can think about may very well be a vampire.
Book Trailer: http://youtu.be/4ExDDqf6nlk
Excerpt:
Volleyball had
been replaced by badminton while I was in the hospital. Mr. Mooney let me get
away with sitting out class the first two days, but by the third he decided to
diagnose me as fit for participation.
“Sky, ready to
jump back in?”
I paused on my
way to the bleachers. “I’m not dressed.”
Besides,
everyone was already paired up.
“Fane!” Mr.
Mooney called. “Get out here. You can be Aurora’s partner.”
I tried not to
flinch or show signs of distress. My last memory of Fane involved his tongue
tracing his upper lip in lewd gesture.
Fane stood up
and gave Mr. Mooney a glare so dark it sent a shiver down my spine. It was the
first real sensation I’d experienced since the accident. When his eyes moved to
me I momentarily forgot to breathe.
Fane held my
gaze a moment longer then slipped out of his leather jacket. I watched,
transfixed. This was history in the making. Fane Donado taking off his coat.
All of his
imperfections breezed out the door as soon as I got my first look at the
six-pack straining against his cotton tee. My eyes must have been playing
tricks on me. For a guy with such a slender build, Fane was surprisingly
muscled.
Fane took
deliberate steps down the aisle of the bench, straight to the edge. He jumped
from the bleachers, causing them to rock in his wake.
I swore I felt a
thud inside the pit of my stomach when he landed.
Mr. Mooney
nodded at Fane. “You two are playing Clayton and Tyler.”
Fane walked past
me and took two rackets off the floor. He handed me one. I took it from his
outstretched hand then followed several steps behind.
Part of me was
relieved he didn’t say anything. All I could think about was the obscene
gesture he’d made right before my world turned up-side-down. I hardly noticed
his hair. I was too distracted by his lips. And now his abs. Luckily, I
wouldn’t have to look at either while we played side by side.
At the far
court, Clayton and Tyler bounced birdies up and down on the strings of their
rackets.
Clayton nudged
Tyler as we approached. “Oh great. Goth boy and zombie girl. This should be
fun.”
I took my place
beside Fane. He held his racket loose and lazy. I barely held mine at all.
Clayton pelted the birdie at me. I tried to shield my face and ended up
dropping my racket.
“Oh, come on!”
Clayton shouted.
I picked up the
birdie and threw it over the net.
Clayton served
the birdie to Fane, who smacked it over the net with the flick of a wrist.
Tyler launched the birdie at me. It hit me on the shoulder, but I swung anyway
as it bounced to the floor.
“Hello? Earth to
Aurora,” Tyler called across the net.
“I think she’s
still in a coma,” Clayton said.
“That’s game,”
Tyler said. “Your serve.”
I picked up the
birdie and handed it to Fane. It’s a good thing it wasn’t a real bird. Fane
crushed it in his hand. Only for a moment. Only I saw. He relaxed and looked
across the net. I felt that odd shiver return.
Fane smacked the
birdie as though it were a fly. He walloped it right between Tyler and Clayton
so fast neither boy had time to react. When they did manage a return hit, Fane
gracefully flicked away any stray birds that came at me. I watched in
fascination, fully engaged for the first time since the accident.
The boys tried
to hit the birdie back. Fane had them racing across every corner of their
court. By the end of the period they were out of breath. They took off without
a backwards glance when Mr. Mooney blew his whistle signaling the end of gym.
As I walked past
Fane I felt a twitch. Not my own. I felt the twitch of his hand wanting to stop
me.
“Hey, you. Are
you okay?”
If I had any
emotion left I’d laugh. He didn’t even know my name—that or it wasn’t worth
saying.
He studied me
carefully. “I’ve seen that look before.”
Now I was
curious.
Valerie jumped
down from the bleachers. “Fane!”
He didn’t pay
attention to her. I held my breath waiting for him to tell me what he saw.
Valerie sashayed
her way over to Fane, red hair blazing down her shoulders. She held out his
jacket. “I’m ready to blow this joint. Let’s get a bite.”
Her last words
grabbed his attention, and he forgot me completely. Valerie looped her arm
around Fane’s and they walked toward the double doors. I was right behind them,
silent as a ghost. When I reached the hall entrance leading to the locker rooms
I stopped. I saw his head start to turn. I knew he was going to look back, but
by the time he did I’d be gone.
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About the Author:
Nikki Jefford loves fictional bad boys and heroines who kick butt. Books, travel, TV series, hiking, writing and motorcycle riding are her favorite escapes. She loves meeting people from all walks of life, from around the globe, and wouldn’t trade her French husband in for anyone – not even Spike!
She’s a third generation Alaskan, born & raised in Anchorage, now living in northern Washington. Crazy about her dog, Cosmo. (Writer’s best friend.) The dark side of humanity fascinates her, so long as it's balanced by humor and romance.
Twitter: https://twitter.com/NikkiJefford
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