Reckoning
Alexis Wolfe Trilogy #2
By M.T. Harrte
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release
Date: July 18, 2016
Synopsis
In order to repair
her crumbling kingdom in the Dark Court, Queen Alexis is forced to confront her
painful past. She quickly learns she must go back before she can go forward.
However, news of her nemesis and former queen, Samira, rocks her mental foundation to the core and the throne is the last thing on her mind.
Alexis follows the bloody path left in Samira’s wake. She soon realizes she’ll have to gain allies in hostile territory if she’s to secure her crown and get her daughter, kidnapped by the previous queen, back alive.
However, news of her nemesis and former queen, Samira, rocks her mental foundation to the core and the throne is the last thing on her mind.
Alexis follows the bloody path left in Samira’s wake. She soon realizes she’ll have to gain allies in hostile territory if she’s to secure her crown and get her daughter, kidnapped by the previous queen, back alive.
With her mission
clear, Alexis will stop at nothing, even if it means war. There will be death,
there will be destruction … there will be a RECKONING.
Excerpt
The no-nonsense
queen has returned and she’s taking down anybody standing in her way.
“Detective, to what
do I owe this intrusion?” I asked calmly.
Detective David
Hothran jacked up his pants and puffed out his chest as he took his time
responding. “Well, well, greetings, Your Majesty,” he said giving an
exaggerated bow. His mousy brown hair was slick with oil and didn’t budge as he
leaned down.
I growled low in my
throat. “Detective, I’m tired and far past pissed off. I suggest you state your
business or get out.”
“My business is you
and your little harem. I told you to let us know when stuff goes down, and
because you didn’t, you now have yourself in a mess of trouble. My department
has been flooded with reports of you and your guys breaking into several homes
and ransacking the joints. The reports also include some individuals that are
missing and some that are confirmed dead.”
I sat in silence as
I waited for him to finish his little speech. Once I was sure he was done, I
continued to sit in silence. Hothran narrowed his eyes and balled his fists
like a stubborn five-year-old child.
“If that’s how you
want to play it, then fine. I’m sure I can find a pretty pair of pink cuffs to
slap on you, and don’t worry, we have special boxes to put your light sensitive
cohorts in,” he snarled.
I cocked my head to
the side and looked the detective up and down for a moment. “I’m not worried,
but you should be,” I whispered.
As if I had given
some imaginary signal, every guard in the room immediately had their weapons
trained directly on Hothran. I prayed they were all aiming to kill, because I
was in no mood for any more fuckery.
“Clearly, you
haven’t learned anything about coming in here and making threats and demands.
No one is going anywhere with you. Those that are missing and dead were already
that way long before we came along. You are already aware that Samira is behind
all of this, and our hands are clean of those crimes.”
Hothran pulled his
lips into a scowl. “How convenient it must be for you to be able to put all of
this at the former queen’s feet. What about the breaking and entering then?
What excuse do you have for that? You were on American soil then, where our
rules apply, and not one of your little colonies!”
I rolled my eyes
and propped my head up on my fist. “This is what you got me out of bed for?
Some of those houses belonged to the defectors, and we had reports that the
homes were being used as safe havens. None of which concerns you in the least
little bit. Honestly, Detective, if you just want to drop in and say hi, that’s
fine, no need to come under the pretense of an arrest,” I said coolly.
Hothran’s eyes
bucked as he turned a pretty shade of red. “I’m here to make an arrest, and I’m
going to add to the list of charges if your guards don’t lower their weapons.”
His voice grew low and shaky as if he were trying to suppress his rage.
“Some of those
houses were human owned. Anything dealing with humans is outside of your
jurisdiction, point, blank, period. You can come quietly, or I can come back
with SWAT and the damn National Guard if I need to.”
I shrugged my
shoulders as I stood to leave. “The houses held terrorists that are determined
to oppress and murder humans and supernaturals. Do you really think humans
would be angry that I’m working diligently to stop them? And not to mention,
I’m a grieving mother trying to recover her infant daughter. It’s your call,
Detective, but for the time being, no one is going anywhere, including you.”
The guards closed
in on Hothran and restrained him as he struggled to get away.
“Lock him up. Give
him food, water, and somewhere decent to sleep. I want two guards with him at
all times.”
My gaze locked in
on Hothran as he continued to thrash around. “I would offer my apologies,
Detective, but I’m not the least bit sorry. The last thing I need is you
getting in the way of my investigation, which unfortunately for you, trumps
your trespassing bullshit.”
“You can’t do
this!” he screamed, his voice growing faint as he was led farther down the
hall.
“I just did,” I
whispered.
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Meet the Author
Megan Spann, known
under the pen name, M. T. Harrte, is an eclectic blend of sex, sarcasm, and a
dash of darkness. Her love of books blossomed at an early age and it has
developed into a passion for writing as well. She also writes lighter fiction
under the pen name M. L. Spann. She’s definitely one of those people that
carries around books in their bag. She adds a touch of sass to her novels by
using her southern roots to set the tone.
She spent a great
deal of her life moving from state to state with her military family, until
finally settling down in Mississippi. Despite graduating from Ole Miss with a
business degree and going on to gain a Master’s degree, she has decided to
truly follow her heart by pursing a writing career.
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