Today it’s my pleasure to feature Immortally Yours,
Argeneau, Book 26, by Lynsay Sands.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Avon Books
Date of Publication: 9/26/2017
ISBN: 9780062468956
ASIN: 0062468952
Number of pages: 400
Tagline: Irresistible chemistry and thrilling
suspense combine in this electrifying new installment in New York Times
bestselling author Lynsay Sands’ Argeneau series
Book Description
One
hundred and twenty-five years is a long time to nurse a crush. That’s how long
it’s been since Beth Argenis first met Cullen “Scotty” MacDonald, and he
instantly became the star of her most X-rated dreams. Back then, he was
rescuing her from a Rogue Immortal. Now Beth’s a Rogue Hunter—a damn good one.
She doesn’t need saving anymore, despite what Scotty thinks. What she does need
is the fierce, wild desire that finally erupts between them.
Scotty
has hesitated to claim Beth as his own. But one explosive kiss confirms what
he’s long suspected: She’s his life mate. But Beth is tough, fearless,
beautiful…and in immortal danger. Unless he wants to lose her forever, he’ll
have to rethink everything he once believed about love and destiny as well as
confront an enemy who’s terrifyingly close.
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Chapter One
"Tybo,
it's time to move," Beth said into her headset as she watched the garage
door drop closed.
"And
thank God for that. We've been camping out here all night in the cold and mud.
I'm done in," came the complaint over the headset.
"We
all are," Beth said grimly. "So quit your bitchin' and move into
position or I'll come find you and kick your arse."
"God,
Beth, I love how your accent comes out when you're annoyed. It's so Eliza
Doolittle." Tybo's voice was smooth and full of laughter this time. It
made her suspect he'd complained just to get a reaction out of her, especially
when he added, "I like it best when you talk dirty. It just revs my
engine."
"Dirty?"
she asked with surprise.
"Ummm
hmmm," Tybo crooned. "You said arse."
Beth
covered the mouthpiece of her headset as a bark of laughter slipped from her
lips. She hadn't worked with Tybo long, but was quickly learning the man was a
character. Shaking her head, she removed her hand from her mouthpiece and said,
"Stop flirting with me, you cheeky bastard, and move into posit—"
A
choked sound and the rustle of cloth from her earpiece made her stop talking
and listen instead before she said, "Tybo? Tybo?"
Beth
paused a heartbeat to wait for a response, and then said, "Valerian? Do
you see Tybo?" Silence was her only answer.
"Ah
hell," she muttered. Slipping out from behind the tree she'd been using
for cover, Beth started moving quickly in Tybo's direction. She had the dart
gun she'd been issued in one hand, but her sword in the other. It was the sword
that saved her. Before Beth reached the spot where she'd ordered Tybo to take
cover, the dart gun was abruptly kicked from her grip. She never saw it coming,
but reacted instinctively, sword hand coming up and swinging hard even as she
turned toward her assailant. She caught him at the base of the throat where it
met his shoulder. The blade went deep, slicing better than halfway through his
neck.
Beth
yanked it out, grimacing at the sucking sound it made. She watched the man
topple sideways to the ground, and then quickly wiped the blade off on her
attacker's coat before grabbing up the dart gun she'd dropped. Shooting him
with it to ensure he didn't heal and rise too quickly, she then turned and
continued forward. Beth found Tybo on his back in the mud some twelve feet from
where she'd been attacked. There was a knife in his chest.
"You
should have moved when I told you to," Beth muttered as she bent to tug
the ivory-handled knife from his heart. He didn't open his eyes and sit up at
once, but she hadn't expected him to. He'd need some time to heal. Beth reached
into the satchel hanging at her side, pulled out a bag of blood and then opened
his mouth. She had to massage his upper gums briefly to get his fangs to slide
out, but then she slapped the bag to them.
Leaving
Tybo where he lay, Beth straightened and glanced around before continuing along
the path. Valerian had been positioned another thirty feet ahead in the woods
surrounding the house. She found the hunter exactly where she expected, also
with a knife to the heart. As she removed it, Beth noted that it was a
duplicate of the knife that had been in Tybo's chest.
Tossing
the blade aside, Beth slapped a bag of blood onto Valerian's fangs as well
before turning to peer through the bushes at the house they'd been watching
since just after sunset. It had been empty by the time they'd got their orders
from Mortimer at the Enforcer house and made their way here. The inhabitants, a
rogue immortal and his minions, had already been gone by then, probably to hunt
up new victims. Beth, Tybo, and Valerian had sat here awaiting their return for
most of the night and now it was almost dawn, but a few minutes ago a van had
pulled into the driveway. The garage door had opened, the van had pulled in,
and the door had closed without them ever seeing how many people were in the
vehicle. Which was why Beth had ordered Tybo to approach the house. They needed
to know how many rogues they were dealing with and what the situation was. It
was vital to their approach. If there were innocent mortals who needed saving,
for instance, it would affect how they handled everything.
It
seemed, however, that their presence hadn't gone unnoticed, and one of the
returning rogues had managed to slip out unseen and sneak up on them. Her
question now was whether that was the only one. Had the newly turned rogue just
been sent out to check around and happened upon them? Or had they been spotted
and he was sent out to take care of them? And if so, how many others, if any,
were out scouring the trees surrounding the house, looking for them? Aside from
whether there were innocents around, Beth also needed to know many rogues were
inside besides Walter Simpson, the master rogue of this group. Unfortunately,
getting those answers and doing anything with them would be hard since her
entire, and very tiny, team was now incapacitated except for herself.
Cursing
under her breath, Beth took a quick glance around and then moved to the nearest
tree and swiftly climbed up into the branches. She settled on a large, sturdy
branch fifteen feet up, took a moment to be sure that she had a good view of
the surrounding area and that no one could sneak up on her, and then slid her
cell phone from her pocket.
Mortimer
answered on the first ring. "Problem?"
About the Author
Lynsay
Sands is the nationally bestselling author of the Argeneau/Rogue Hunter vampire
series, as well as numerous historicals and anthologies. She’s been writing
stories since grade school and considers herself incredibly lucky to be able to
make a career out of it. Her hope is that readers can get away from their
everyday stress through her stories, and if there’s occasional uncontrollable
fits of laughter, that’s just a big bonus.
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