Please welcome Rosalie Lario, author of the Demons of Infernum, a series about the lives of the Detainors, a group of 'bounty hunters working for the Elden Council.
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Demons of Infernum, #1
Author: Rosalie Lario
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 254 pages
Release Date: August 2011
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-14-5
Print ISBN: 978-1-937044-15-2
DEMONS
OF INFERNUM - Book One by Rosalie Lario
Keegan lives to exact revenge on
the evil demon who sired and abused him. When his father devises a plan to
bring on the apocalypse, he and his three half-brothers, interdimensional
bounty hunters for the Elden Council, are charged with capturing and delivering
their father for punishment.
Art gallery owner Brynn Meyers
has no idea that her ability to read memories embedded in objects and drain
people of their life force means she has demon ancestry. Unfortunately for
Brynn, she’s also the key to raising an ancient zombie army, which puts her on
every demon’s Most Wanted List.
And no one wants her more than
Keegan’s father.
Keegan must protect Brynn from
his father by any means necessary, but he’ll have to learn to harness the other
half of his genetics—the far deadlier, uncontrollable half—when he starts to
fall for the one woman standing between him and the vengeance he so desperately
seeks. The one woman he’ll never be able to resist.
“This
thrilling new series mixes danger with demons and romance with rocket-paced
action! I can’t wait for the next one.” ~ Alyssa Day, New York Times
bestselling author
“BLOOD
OF THE DEMON grabs hold of you from page one and doesn’t let go. It’s a wild
and hot paranormal ride readers will love.” ~ National bestselling author
Cynthia Eden
“The
hot and wild fusion of demon, dragon, and desire had me burning through the
pages!” ~ Jessa Slade, author of Vowed in Shadows
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Demons of Infernum, #2
Author: Rosalie Lario
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 268 pages
Launch Date: September 2011
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-36-7
Print ISBN: 978-1-937044-37-4
DEMONS
OF INFERNUM - Book Two - Rosalie Lario
Half-demon Taeg is desperate to
free his pregnant sister-in-law, who is spellbound to an indestructible book
that will create an army of the undead. He is convinced that an ancient sword
can destroy the book and the spell forever, but this relic has been hidden for
a millennia by a powerful glamour. The clock begins to run out on his search
when an old rival goes after the book and Taeg’s family in his quest for
revenge.
Librarian Maya Flores has a
secret: she’s immune to magic and is well aware of the supernatural beings
prowling the streets of New York City. Haunted by a brutal demon attack that
took her family, she is on a one-woman mission to destroy the evil demons who
did it—and any others who get in her way.
Maya is Taeg’s best hope for
uncovering the sword. Unfortunately, she wants nothing more than to kill him.
As he fights for her trust and to save his family, she is forced to face the
truth that not all demons are evil. And the worst part? She might be falling in
love with one, too.
“This
thrilling new series mixes danger with demons and romance with rocket-paced
action! I can’t wait for the next one.” ~ Alyssa Day, New York Times
bestselling author
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Demons of Infernum, #3
Author: Rosalie Lario
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: 286 pages
Release Date: December 2011
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-67-1
Print ISBN: 978-1-937044-66-4
Demons
of Infernum - Book Three - Rosalie Lario
After months of no work,
interdimensional bounty hunter Ronin Meyers jumps at the chance to locate an
incubus who’s using succubi as murder weapons. Faced with deportation to
hellish Infernum if he fails, Ronin will stop at nothing to take out the
incubus and anyone else involved. Even the beautiful succubus who stole his
heart—and nearly his life—during the most mind-blowing hour of his existence.
Night after night, Amara and her
fellow succubi are forced to extract special abilities from the strongest
Otherworlders for their psychotic master’s growing collection. When the
gorgeous angel-demon hybrid she believed to be dead captures her, Amara is both
stunned and elated.
But the happily ever after
Amara’s dreamed about will have to wait. Before she and Ronin can find
salvation, they must bring down the madman hellbent on destroying everything—and
everyone—they love. And Ronin and Amara are at the top of his list…
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Demons of Infernum, #4
Author: Rosalie Lario
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Length: Novella
Release Date: January 2012
ePub ISBN: 978-1-937044-82-4
Demons
of Infernum - Book Four - Rosalie Lario
Biochemist Cresso Taylor lives
the sort of lifestyle most men would envy—he has wealth, natural incubus charm,
and more women than he can handle. But it’s not enough anymore. Not after
meeting Genevieve Russell, the sexy scientist who works with him at Elcorp
Laboratory. And she wants absolutely nothing to do with him.
After her fiancé broke her heart,
Genevieve has had enough of womanizers. She’s determined to steer clear of
sexy-as-sin Dr. Taylor, despite the fact that his incubus allure makes her want
to rip his clothes off. But when a secret admirer’s affection turns to the macabre
with threatening notes and grisly gifts, Cresso appoints himself her protector.
As she and Cresso hunt her stalker, she discovers there’s a lot more to the
sensual incubus than she ever imagined.
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Excerpt © 2011 Rosalie Lario
Chapter One Blood of the Demon
She wasn’t what he’d expected.
Keegan crouched on a nearby
roof, watching, waiting for her gallery to clear out. A stray gust of cold wind
whipped through the night air, ruffling his jacket. It didn’t matter.
Considering where he’d come from, the cold was a welcome relief.
The woman had looked fragile
when he’d caught a glimpse of her through the store’s large window front.
Undeniably beautiful, with her long, honey-brown hair falling in waves around
her heart-shaped face—but fragile nonetheless.
It was the perfect cover. No
one would ever believe what she truly was, what lived inside her. But the blood
never lied. She wasn’t what she seemed.
Despite the gravity of the
situation, Keegan had felt a stirring of lust rise within him at the sight of
her, blindsiding him with its unexpected force. It had simply been too long
since he’d gotten laid, something he’d have to remedy soon. Didn’t have
anything to do with the woman. It couldn’t.
After all, she might very well
be dead by the end of the day. Because if he received the order, he’d have to
kill her.
He fished his cell phone out of
his jacket pocket and called his brother. As expected, Taeg answered on the
first ring. Skipping the useless chatter, he said, “I’ve got an eye on the
target.”
“That’s perfect.” Even over the
phone, the relief in Taeg’s voice was palpable. “What now?”
“As soon as she’s alone, I’ll
grab her.”
“You don’t think Mammon has
managed to find her yet, do you?”
Keegan gave a short laugh. “If
he had, he would’ve taken her already. Waiting’s not his style.”
“Yeah, right,” Taeg muttered.
“Don’t I know it?”
“I’ll keep you posted.” He hung
up without waiting for a reply.
Even though he couldn’t see her
from this vantage point, he wasn’t worried about losing her. Not after he’d
tagged her scent. He closed his eyes and inhaled, giving himself over to his
sense of smell. Sorting through the various odors he’d picked up—the rich aroma
of coffee, the ashy smell of a discarded cigarette, the pungent stench of
rotting food—he discarded them, one by one.
Yes. There she was. Her scent
was unique. Like strawberries and cream. Something he’d tried only recently and
discovered he loved.
Would she taste just as sweet?
Shit. What was he thinking? She
wasn’t a potential lay, but a dangerous and powerful weapon. Maybe even the
enemy. He’d do well to remember that.
Finally, the store emptied of
everyone but her. He supposed the right thing would be to go in and question
her. But what if Mammon was no more than a few steps behind him? He couldn’t
take that chance. Not when the stakes were so high.
He would take her back to the
apartment with him. There, he could question her at leisure and decide what to
do without having to worry about Mammon or his henchmen discovering them. But
what were the odds of her going along with him willingly?
Well, he couldn’t worry about
that now. He’d simply take her.
The night had grown dark enough
that he didn’t bother heading for the roof exit. Instead, he walked to the side
of the building facing the narrow alleyway and stepped off. He landed the
six-story fall with a thud that shook the ground. A cracking sound, followed by
a twinge of pain shooting up his right leg, made him pause, but he ignored it
as the fissure healed itself. The homeless man lying unconscious in a puddle
not ten feet away mumbled and stirred before growing still once again.
Keegan crossed the street, his
gaze singlemindedly locked on the figure of the woman visible through the
window as she buzzed about the front of the gallery. A ray of light from a
small lamp decorating the window caught her hair, spinning it into a web of
gold. In that lighting, she looked almost like an angel.
But why was he thinking about
the color of her hair? She wasn’t an angel—not by a long shot.
And her luck was about to run
out.
***
Brynn Meyers stifled a yawn as
she tidied up the eclectic space of her showroom floor. With its old furniture
and traditional chandeliers, the space more closely resembled an antiques shop
than an art gallery. She’d started it several years ago with the inheritance
she received following her father’s death from a car accident, just a short
time after her mother died of breast cancer. It seemed like she spent every
waking moment here. If she wasn’t working, she was painting in her small studio
located in the back.
“Just two hours of painting
tonight, then I’ll go to sleep early for a change,” she told herself. “This
time I mean it.”
God, how pathetic was she? Was
she so lonely that she had to start bargaining with herself?
No, not lonely, Brynn. Just a
loner. There’s a difference.
Really, there was.
Her hand grazed the easel
holding the painting that had arrived earlier today. She turned to examine it
more closely. Created by her favorite artist, she was drawn to it because of
his tendency to incorporate unusual materials into his work, such as the
tattered pieces of muslin glued to this painting. It was an amazing work of
art, and the cloth obviously old and worn.
Brynn brushed her hand against
the gathered fabric. Closing her eyes, she focused on the feel of it at her
fingertips, on the shadows of memories that whispered to her, begging her to
uncover them.
The muslin yielded beneath her
touch, revealing its deepest secrets. Her vision narrowed, focusing in on the
fabric as its memories hurtled toward her. Several hundred years old, its
journey to her began as part of an elegant dress worn by a Frenchwoman. Images
of the woman’s trembling fingers flowed into Brynn’s mind, and she smiled at
the impressions of the woman smoothing the material down, eagerly anticipating
a visit from her secret lover. Then, in a scene years later, someone tore apart
the dress for scraps. Even later, the bits of fabric were twisted and crafted
into a rag doll, cherished for many years by the little girl who lovingly slept
with it until she became too old for dolls.
The flashes of memory faded
away. Taking a deep breath, she slowly returned to the present.
It’s just a bit of fabric. She
often had to remind herself of that. The memories embedded in inanimate objects
tended to make them seem alive to her. But they weren’t. They were just
conduits for energy. And for some reason, she had the ability to sense this
energy. This was a gift she’d had her whole life, and what had initially drawn
her to art. Each piece had a story, an experience, rooted within it. Older art
pieces could be positively overwhelming.
The front door opened with a
loud chime and Brynn snatched her hand away. Not like anyone would ever know
what she’d been doing, but for some unexplainable reason, she always feared her
gift would be discovered.
She lifted her gaze to find a
tall, well-built man standing in the doorway. Her breath caught as her eyes
traveled from his skintight black shirt, highlighting every curve of his
muscular chest, to the dark, shaggy hair framing his olive-toned face. A shiver
ran through her. He embodied Dark and Dangerous, with the leather jacket to
match.
And crap, she was ogling him
like a slab of meat in a lion’s den.
She wiped her suddenly damp
palms against her slacks before moving forward to greet him. “Hi, welcome to
Meyers Gallery. I’m Brynn.”
He stared at her outstretched
hand for so long that she fidgeted. Maybe he’d noticed her wiping her palms and
had gotten grossed out. Great.
She started to pull her hand
back, but he stopped her by at last reaching out to clasp his hand over hers. A
tingle of awareness flashed across her palm, so sharp she had to struggle to
hold back a startled gasp.
“I know,” he said.
“What?” Brynn took a second to
remember what they were talking about. Once she did, she flushed anew. This
hunk of a man was making her lose her train of thought. “You mean you know my
name? Have we spoken on the phone before, then? Are you here about one of the
new art pieces?”
“No,” he said, without
releasing her hand.
His grasp was warm, heating
Brynn from the inside out. The sensation was so disconcerting she needed
another long second to process his response. “No? Well then, how can I help
you?”
The man smiled, but something
resembling regret flashed through his bluish-green eyes. Lord, they were
amazing.
“Sorry,” he said, the sound
curling around his lips like a lover’s caress.
Her gaze drifted to his full,
luscious mouth, and she couldn’t look away. If she didn’t get him out of here
soon, she was afraid she might jump his bones. Never before had she felt so
viscerally attracted to a man, and to say the least, it was unnerving. This was
the sort of distraction she didn’t want or need.
“You’re sorry? About what?” She
tried to tug her hand back, but the man’s grip held firm.
“About this.”
His left arm came at her so
fast she only saw a flash of it, right before his fist connected with the side
of her face. There was a burst of pain. Then, she went blissfully numb.
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4 comments:
I have been eyeing this series far too long. It's time for me to start buying and reading.
Thanks,
Tracey D
What a great series this is :).
Yes it is!!! My reviews on the series are about to go live on Goodreads. Keep an eye out for more details!
Tracey. You will love the first book. Its unbelievably amazing. Second book rocks. Fourth book....I'm in love with Cresso. I am dying to see the fifth book. Ohhhh yes
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