Thank you for joining us on the Release Week Celebrations for Sinners in the Dark, a Young Adult Paranormal Romance Novel by Inger Iversen (24 March 2013, Inger Iversen Books, LLC, 192 pages). This is the second book in the In the Dark series.
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Synopsis
War is coming between vampires and humans, and the Vampire Nation will stop at nothing to eliminate their enemies. Former assassin, Echo sees the Nation for what it is – a corrupt organization with its sights set on destroying the Sect, a group formed to eradicate all things vampire. Now Echo is a Ghost, a traitor of the Vampire Nation, determined to build a new life with the Sect. But choices he’s made in the past might cost him the one person who could truly redeem his soul.
Teaser: Excerpt
Via raced to the door at the sound of the doorbell. She opened it to a tall, tanned man wearing a pair of sunglasses and a leather coat. With his cell phone glued to his ear, he spoke in a low, soothing tone to the person on the other line. She could tell he, too, was from an Eastern European country, only his accent was much lighter than Echo’s. Though he was probably a friend, Via was taking no chances.
She cocked her head to the side and gripped her blade. “Who are you?”
He took her in, eyeing her with curiosity, yet didn’t answer. “Baby, I’ll call you back. I’m here and I’m safe. Stop worrying so much. Yes, I love you too.” He hung up the phone and stuck it in his back pocket. Leaning against the doorjamb, he pushed his sunglasses up onto his head. “You the bouncer here?” Laughter danced in his eyes, but Via wasn’t playing.
“Yup. What’s your name, so I can see if it’s on my list?” She set a hand on her hip.
The man burst into laughter. “The name’s Trace. May I please come in?”
Just as Via opened her mouth to speak, Luca interrupted her. “Eh, Trace, get in here, man.” Luca held a sandwich in one hand and his pistol in the other. He pointed to Via with a free finger. “She’s such a hardass! Nearly kicked me in the nuts when I wouldn’t let her upstairs to bug Echo.” He snickered when she narrowed her eyes at him.
“No,” she drew out the word, “as I recall it, I did kick you in the balls.” As per normal, both men ignored her.
Trace entered and threw his bag by the door. “So, this is the new place?” He looked around, a frown marring his face. “I’m used to the little bachelor pad in Florida.” Via’s ears perked up at the possible mention of Echo’s exploits. “This is too much damned space.” Removing his phone from his pocket, Trace glanced at the screen.
Luca plopped down on the couch. “Ever since you got married, whenever you aren’t with your wife, you’re texting her on that damn phone.”
Via sat on the arm of the couch, next to Luca. “Jealous much?”
Luca shot his hand out, pushing Via off the couch. She hit the floor with a hard plop.
“Ahh! Asshole.” Just before she went to pull her knife from her shoe and slice his annoying ass up, another knock at the door grabbed her attention, and she looked up sharply. Exasperated, she groaned. “What is this, Grand Central Station?”
Trace pulled his gun from his waistband and quickly strode to the door. Echo had told her his brother would follow tradition and not contact him again until their meeting, but Luca and Trace appeared to feel differently. Via agreed. Better safe than sorry.
Luca aimed his weapon at the door as Trace opened it slightly; peeking out, he moved back and opened the door wide. “Long time no see,” he said, as Irish and the wolf charmer walked through the door.
The woman was extremely beautiful. Via had never seen a woman so tall and thin in her life. She made a mental note to ask Echo about wolf charmers’ physical traits. Personally, she had no clue how they’d stayed hidden for so long.
Irish escorted Ophelia to the living room sofa where she sat down, crossing one leg over the other and placing her hands atop her lap. She appeared so regal, Via was tempted to bow to her. Ophelia glanced in Via’s direction, and a smile curled the corner of her lips. “Nice to see you again. I’d like to thank you and your husband for helping us.”
Via almost lost herself in her soft, whimsical voice until she realized what Ophelia had said. “What? Oh God, no. We aren’t married.” She cleared her throat. Everyone stared at her as if she’d grown two heads. Why are they looking at me like that?
Ophelia removed the fur hood, revealing a full head of silver-gray hair. “How is it that you live together but aren’t married?” Shock filled her voice. Ophelia’s face reddened, and her hand flew to her mouth. “How presumptuous of me.” She hung her head in shame. “I didn’t mean to assume you lived together. I just . . . Mr. Irish said . . .”
Via had a hard time believing Moon Sister Ophelia and her people would be any use against Vasily if they broke down as easily as she did; yet as she watched her, Via sensed latent power rumbling beneath her skin. Her long legs were honed and lean, and her gaze held strength.
Via knelt beside her. She smelled of rich earth and fallen leaves. “It’s okay, you haven’t offended me. Why did you think Echo and I were married?” It was an odd assumption to make about two people she’d just met.
Ophelia cleared her throat. “I can read feelings, so . . . I know how you two feel about each other,” she whispered. Leaning back, she pulled an orange stone from her pocket and palmed it.
She cocked her head to the side and gripped her blade. “Who are you?”
He took her in, eyeing her with curiosity, yet didn’t answer. “Baby, I’ll call you back. I’m here and I’m safe. Stop worrying so much. Yes, I love you too.” He hung up the phone and stuck it in his back pocket. Leaning against the doorjamb, he pushed his sunglasses up onto his head. “You the bouncer here?” Laughter danced in his eyes, but Via wasn’t playing.
“Yup. What’s your name, so I can see if it’s on my list?” She set a hand on her hip.
The man burst into laughter. “The name’s Trace. May I please come in?”
Just as Via opened her mouth to speak, Luca interrupted her. “Eh, Trace, get in here, man.” Luca held a sandwich in one hand and his pistol in the other. He pointed to Via with a free finger. “She’s such a hardass! Nearly kicked me in the nuts when I wouldn’t let her upstairs to bug Echo.” He snickered when she narrowed her eyes at him.
“No,” she drew out the word, “as I recall it, I did kick you in the balls.” As per normal, both men ignored her.
Trace entered and threw his bag by the door. “So, this is the new place?” He looked around, a frown marring his face. “I’m used to the little bachelor pad in Florida.” Via’s ears perked up at the possible mention of Echo’s exploits. “This is too much damned space.” Removing his phone from his pocket, Trace glanced at the screen.
Luca plopped down on the couch. “Ever since you got married, whenever you aren’t with your wife, you’re texting her on that damn phone.”
Via sat on the arm of the couch, next to Luca. “Jealous much?”
Luca shot his hand out, pushing Via off the couch. She hit the floor with a hard plop.
“Ahh! Asshole.” Just before she went to pull her knife from her shoe and slice his annoying ass up, another knock at the door grabbed her attention, and she looked up sharply. Exasperated, she groaned. “What is this, Grand Central Station?”
Trace pulled his gun from his waistband and quickly strode to the door. Echo had told her his brother would follow tradition and not contact him again until their meeting, but Luca and Trace appeared to feel differently. Via agreed. Better safe than sorry.
Luca aimed his weapon at the door as Trace opened it slightly; peeking out, he moved back and opened the door wide. “Long time no see,” he said, as Irish and the wolf charmer walked through the door.
The woman was extremely beautiful. Via had never seen a woman so tall and thin in her life. She made a mental note to ask Echo about wolf charmers’ physical traits. Personally, she had no clue how they’d stayed hidden for so long.
Irish escorted Ophelia to the living room sofa where she sat down, crossing one leg over the other and placing her hands atop her lap. She appeared so regal, Via was tempted to bow to her. Ophelia glanced in Via’s direction, and a smile curled the corner of her lips. “Nice to see you again. I’d like to thank you and your husband for helping us.” Via almost lost herself in her soft, whimsical voice until she realized what Ophelia had said. “What? Oh God, no. We aren’t married.” She cleared her throat. Everyone stared at her as if she’d grown two heads. Why are they looking at me like that?
Ophelia removed the fur hood, revealing a full head of silver-gray hair. “How is it that you live together but aren’t married?” Shock filled her voice. Ophelia’s face reddened, and her hand flew to her mouth. “How presumptuous of me.” She hung her head in shame. “I didn’t mean to assume you lived together. I just . . . Mr. Irish said . . .”
Via had a hard time believing Moon Sister Ophelia and her people would be any use against Vasily if they broke down as easily as she did; yet as she watched her, Via sensed latent power rumbling beneath her skin. Her long legs were honed and lean, and her gaze held strength.
Via knelt beside her. She smelled of rich earth and fallen leaves. “It’s okay, you haven’t offended me. Why did you think Echo and I were married?” It was an odd assumption to make about two people she’d just met.
Ophelia cleared her throat. “I can read feelings, so . . . I know how you two feel about each other,” she whispered. Leaning back, she pulled an orange stone from her pocket and palmed it.
Sinners in the Dark
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The Series: In the Dark
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Goodnight Sam [0.5]
**FREE to download - short story prequel**An intimate narrative of the exchange between Samuel and Hope, told from Hope's perspective, this short story prequel to the Running in the Dark series sheds light on a frightening event witnessed by Bessina, who later narrates book one of the series.
Goodnight Sam reveals the tragic history of Sam and Hope, who have existed as vampires since the eighteenth century. Sam has grown weary of the new world along with the escalating conflicts of his kind and wishes to attain peace in what is know as 'the true death', while Hope desperately desires to pursue a more fulfilling life together. The repercussions of the shocking mutual decision they make, and Bessina’s role as a witness to it, become the catalyst for the dangers facing Bess and Trace in the Running in the Dark Series.
Did you like Sam and Hope's story? Read Chapters 1-11 of Running in the Dark here: http://ingeriversen.com/books/running-in-the-dark
[Published 18 November 2011, 12 pages]
Running in the Dark [1]
Known as Trace to his enemies and friends, this lethal Dhampir leaves no trace of his victims behind.
The life of deadly Russian slayer, Trace, has always revolved around death and preventing humankind from learning about the legendary creatures of the night. But now his position as a Watcher has become a prison, and dealing death for the Nation isn’t as prestigious as he once believed it to be.
College dropout Bessina Darrow has witnessed things she isn’t permitted to see, a simple case of wrong place at the wrong time puts her life in danger. When Bessina becomes his new mark, Trace is prepared to eliminate her—until he discovers a way out for them both.
Protecting Bessina means defying the leaders of the Nation, an act that has them both running for their lives. The more Trace fights to disappear from danger, the more he unravels the secrets surrounding his world of lore—secrets he must unveil to finally save a life, instead of destroy it.
[Published 6 February 2016, 167 pages]
About the Author
Inger Iversen was born in 1982 to Anne and Kaii Iversen. She lives in Virginia Beach with her overweight lap cat, Max and her tree hugging boyfriend Joshua.
She spends 90 percent of her time in Barnes and Noble and the other ten pretending not to want to be in Barnes and Noble.
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