Bond of Destiny, an all new action packed and incredible supernatural novella in the Demonica series from New York Times bestselling author Larissa Ione and 1,001 Dark Nights is available now!
New York Times and USA Today
bestselling author Larissa Ione returns with a new story in her Demonica
series…
Sold into slavery mere hours after
his birth to werewolf parents, Tracker spent decades in service to cruel
underworlders. Then the fallen angel Harvester transferred his ownership to a
human woman who gave him as much freedom as the unbreakable bond would allow.
Still, thanks to his traumatic past, he’s afraid to trust, let alone feel love.
But when an acquaintance shows up at his door, injured and in need of help, he
finds himself longing for a connection. For someone to touch. For someone to
care.
Stacey Orr has had it bad for Tracker
since the day her best friend, Jillian, was forced to hold his unbreakable
slave bond. At first, the fact that he’s a werewolf seemed weird to Stacey, but
hey, her best friend was married to one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse,
so weird is definitely a matter of perspective. Stacey knows the depths of
Tracker’s trauma, and she longs to help him even as he helps her, but breaking
through his walls isn’t easy.
And it only gets harder when the only
blood family he has, the pack that gave him away, lays claim to him…and
everything he loves.
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Excerpt
Impossible female.
Damn, Stacey was stubborn.
And sure, Tracker liked that. To a
point. Her stubbornness made it damned hard to protect her. As a DART agent, he
was sure she was capable, just as she’d said. But just as he’d said, she was injured, and until he found out what they were
dealing with, she had no business being out here.
It was his duty. Period.
As far as her deception—although he
hesitated to label it that—he wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t truly believe
that Jillian would be cruel in her anger. His reaction had more to do with his
past experiences than his present.
And in the past, he could be tortured
mercilessly for what had happened between he and Stacey. Now…now he was worried
more about disappointing Jillian.
Jillian has basically freed you, but you keep putting the
shackles back on.
Shackles? Stacey had no idea.
But it was something he’d have to
deal with later. Right now, something was lurking in the forest.
He looked toward the heavens,
measuring the darkness. The sky was clear and the moon was nearly full. Which
meant a lot of light. Too much light. He’d be easily seen out in the open.
The trees and buildings threw
silhouettes onto the fresh white snow, so he kept between drifts and in the
shadows as best as he could and used his natural night vision to scan the
forest. Pausing near the barn, he raised his head, seeking scents that might be
out of place.
He caught a whiff of a deer somewhere
nearby, but aside from that, nothing stood out. Still, the sense of a threat
remained, like an oil slick on his skin.
He moved cautiously in the direction
of the Harrowgate. The roads weren’t cleared yet, so anyone trying to get here
would either have to use the gate, flash in, or hike for miles through deep
snow and thick forest.
He really hoped no one had flashed
in. Anyone capable of materializing into a location was powerful. Granted,
anyone who could use a Harrowgate was a bigger threat than your average human,
but the flashers were next-level dangerous. Fallen angel and hellhound-level
dangerous.
As he approached the plowed path
leading to the Harrowgate, the danger vibe intensified. Adrenaline spiked hot
in his veins, bringing with it the high of the hunt. The only time he’d been
happy in Sheoul was when there was a threat or when he was hunting something
his masters wanted. The beast inside him craved the chase, and for a brief
time, nothing else mattered. He could forget everything but the thrill of the
hunt and the satisfaction of a good battle.
He’d given his all, and he’d earned a
reputation among slave owners of being willing to face anything, do anything,
go anywhere, because he was so brave.
His owners, who had bragged about his
fierceness, were wrong. He hadn’t been brave. He just hadn’t cared whether he’d
lived or died.
Now he cared.
More important, he had people he cared about.
About Larissa
Ione
Air Force veteran Larissa Ione traded
in a career in meteorology to pursue her passion of writing. She has since
published dozens of books, hit several bestseller lists, including the New York
Times and USA Today, and has been nominated for a RITA award. She now spends
her days in pajamas with her computer, strong coffee, and supernatural worlds.
She believes in celebrating everything, and would never be caught without a
bottle of Champagne chilling in the fridge…just in case. She currently lives in
Wisconsin with her retired U.S. Coast Guard husband, her son, a rescue cat
named Vegas, and her very own hellhounds, a King Shepherd named Hexe and a
Belgian Malinois named Duvel.
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