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Maggie Shayne's Twilight Memories (Wings in the Night Book 2)
Maggie Shayne's Twilight Memories (Wings in the Night Book 2)
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Queen of the dead, daughter of a pharaoh, goddess among mortals, Rhiannikki is back in town, and Roland de Courtemanche doesn’t stand a chance.
She goes by Rhiannon now, but she’s still the same ancient, mystical vampiress who has driven him mad all his preternatural life. She is the one who made him, he desires her like no other, and she’s a bigger threat than the deadly forces on his trail—to his sanity, at least.
Roland is protecting 14-year-old Jameson Bryant, who is one of the Chosen. He has the Belladonna antigen, which creates a bond to the undead and because of it, government vampire-researchers are eager to get their hands on him. Before she died, Roland promised the boy’s mother he would keep him safe.
In normal times, Roland lives quietly, stays under the radar, and doesn’t engage in modern day nonsense. He likes his drafty old castle in France’s Loire Valley. His solitary existence is necessary to contain the bloodthirsty demon that lives in his soul.
Rhiannon stirs that beast to life like no one and nothing else. She is vibrant, hot tempered, passionate, impulsive. She calls a black panther her familiar, and he’s damned if they don’t have a psychic bond. She was a priestess of Isis. She is the most powerful, magnificent woman he has ever known. His hunger for her is a fire inside him.
And she knows it.
What Rhiannon doesn’t know is what makes her stubborn Roland think she’s going to take no for an answer.
Strong sexual content.
What people are saying…
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Rhiannon and Roland’s story is one of my favorites in this series, and this series is not just my favorite Maggie Shayne series, it’s one of my favorite series, period! I reread it every year because I love it so much! I love Maggie Shayne’s books, and she fascinates me as a person. If you don’t know anything about her other than her books, I would suggest looking her up on one of her websites. She really is a truly intriguing and mesmerizing woman!” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “There’s not a lot I can say about this book without spoilers, and I always try to avoid those. There are others in this story from her first book in the series, and in her books to come. There’s a beautiful cat that I want for my own! There is love and sadness, danger and joy in this story, and it keeps you interested to the last word. It’s entertaining from start to finish, and so enjoyable that you can’t wait to read the next book. If that isn’t the definition of a great book, I don’t know what is. Plus, Rhiannon is a force of nature! This book, and this series, really are worth the read. I truly hope that you enjoy them as much as I do!” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “Maggie Shayne is another author on my "Must Read" shelf. I find myself pre-ordering her books, even before I have finished the last! Twilight Memories, Book 2 in Maggie's Wings in the Night Series, is no exception. I devoured this book in one setting and then went on to find book 3 before I even finished the last page. It was magnificent!” ~ Reviewer
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
He moved as one of the shadows beneath the overhung roofs, along the twisting, narrow streets. He detested the fact that he was here, walking among them. Some passed so near he could have touched them, simply by raising a hand. He felt the heat of their bodies, saw the steam of their warm breath in the chill night air. He felt the blood pulsing beneath their skin, and heard the rapid, healthy patter of their hearts. He felt like a wolf slinking silently among timid rabbits. With his preternatural strength he could kill any of them without taxing himself. It frightened him to know he was capable of doing just that, if pushed.
For an instant, murky images of the distant past clouded his vision. Air heavy with dust and the scents of sweat and blood. Fallen men, like autumn leaves upon the damp, brown earth. Hooves thundering as riderless horses fled in a hundred directions. One man, a boy, in truth, remained breathing. The lowly squire in ill-fitting armor sat high upon a magnificent, sooty destrier. The horse pawed the ground with a forefoot and blew, eager for more. Only silence came in answer. The silence of death, for it surrounded them.
Young Roland saw the blood-coated broadsword in his hand, crimson tears, dripping slowly from its tip. As the red haze of fury began to fade, he let the weapon fall from his grasp. Stomach lurching, he tugged the steel helmet from his head, then the mail coif, and tossed both to the ground. Aghast, he stared at the carnage, too sickened just then to be thankful their faces were hidden by helmets, their wounds covered by their armor.
The boy felt no elation at what he’d done. No, not even later, when he was personally knighted by King Louis VII for heroism and valor. He felt nothing but a grim and disgusting new self-knowledge.
For he had enjoyed the killing.
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