Binding
Curse
by T.F. Walsh
Blurb:
He's the key
to stopping the murders, but only if she can save
him.
A terrifying darkness has risen and is
sweeping Kutia Hollow, leaving dead bodies in its wake. Luna Vale, a fae
militia lieutenant in post-apocalyptic Moscow, discovers evidence that a criminal
holds the answer to stopping the murders. Except those in charge at the
precinct are corrupt. She's determined to protect everyone from extinction and
breaks Axel out of prison.
Devastated
to be on the run from her former friends and colleagues, she must now work together
with Axel before the killers close in on them. But time is running out, and
falling for Axel only heightens the dangers. To survive, Luna must find
strength in her arcane powers and confront the cursed creatures whose
malevolence knows no bounds. Failure isn't an option. Not when it means losing
her family, her job, and her life.
Fans of
Ilona Andrews and Kelly Meding will devour this thrilling, fast-paced,
conflict-ridden urban fantasy from T.F. Walsh.
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Excerpt
#1
I bolted for my life, handcuffed to a
guy built like a mountain. Sure, he might be eye candy, but he’d throw me over
a cliff if he got the chance. I mean, everyone in Kutia Hollow had secrets but
most of them didn’t get people killed. I suspected Mountain Man’s could. Maybe
cuffing myself to him wasn’t such a great
idea.
Heaviness
sank within me. Why were the attackers at the campsite so determined to murder
the man next to me? Especially since it was considered a double
homicide.
The last
time my deception radar went off with such ferocity, I found a fae chained in a
basement in the town of Podolsk. Turned out, a gang was selling fae blood to
the highest bidders. Ingesting it in high doses worked as a drug—uppers that
made the users float through euphoria, confidence, and energy. But after a
binge, the hangover struck, and dependency owned them. Another reason faes kept
within the confines of the Moscow wall.
Up ahead,
the city shone. I hit the dusty ground with each step, but behind us the
drumming footfalls grew closer.
I tried to
pick up speed, but Mountain Man lagged.
When a siren
wailed through the night, I focused on the blue and red light throbbing in the
distance. The cavalry! About freaking time. Two patrol cars steered toward us
through the dark flatlands. A sense of satisfaction brought a glimmer of
optimism to me as I pictured them catching the attacking
faes.
The guy on
my cuffs pulled against his restraints.
Excerpt #2
I stood at
the front of Peace Protection Division headquarters. A red building, flanked by
jagged towers and white cornices, it reminded me of a crown dripping with
blood. I turned to Axel, still handcuffed to me. His hooded gaze darkened.
Whenever the police chief discovered we had a wanted criminal at the precinct,
he would insist on injecting a detector into his neck. That would alert us the
moment he left the city. He’d be forced to spend years within the walls,
checking in with a PPD officer several times a week. Except, I’d promised Axel
his freedom for information, and that meant he wouldn’t get tagged. Problem was
my boss changed regulations as often as it snowed during summer in Moscow.
Never!
“Axel, let’s
make this quick. Answer all our questions, and don’t play hard to
get.”
He cocked an
eyebrow and half smirked. His gaze dipped to the name badge on my chest.
“Listen, Luna Vale. I’ve already played your game, and you’ve given me nothing
back. I don’t trust you or the PPD to keep your
word.”
“I’ll convince
my boss to overlook your records,” I continued, certain that if I explained we
had a clue as to who was killing everyone, he’d have to pay
attention.
Axel said
nothing more, his stoic expression locked in place. Spotlights cast shadows
beneath his eyes. If we were standing outside a local club instead of PPD
headquarters, I’d consider letting him buy me a drink. His stubbled, square
jawline added to the allure, along with his strong cheekbones. Axel’s rugged
appearance spiked my pulse. Coupled with his dark hair blowing in the breeze, I
could stare for hours. And for those few seconds, I lost
myself.
“Don’t
do me any favors.” Loathing coated his words, slicing through my fantasy and
reminding me what had happened the last time I went there. The shit with my ex
still tightened my gut. No one ought to walk in on their partner fucking his
work colleague. We’d been together a full year. Prick. Whatever. My focus was now on protecting the community and
stopping the killings.
“Well,
either cooperate, or you’ll end up with a tracking device. Your
choice.”
Author
Bio:
USA Today Bestselling Author, T.F. Walsh
emigrated from Romania to Australia at the age of eight and now lives in a
regional city south of Sydney with her husband. Growing up hearing dark fairytales,
she's always had a passion for reading and writing horror, paranormal romance,
urban fantasy and young adult stories. She balances all the dark with light
fluffy stuff like baking and traveling.
She writes
Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy.
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