I got a really nice surprise yesterday when Morgan sent over an email offering a copy of the latest J.T. Geissinger book Into Darkness for a giveaway. It is the final book of the Night Prowler series, and I am looking forward to doing a marathon of the whole thing. Let’s make this contest run until Friday night at Midnight Atlantic time. This one is limited to North American entrants, though.
In New Vienna, capital of the oppressive global government formed after the Flash, three things are certain: the sun is poisonous, speaking out is dangerous, and being different will get you killed.
And Lumina Bohn is extraordinarily different.
Living in terror of discovery, Lu knows nothing of her past?but she knows she must pretend to be human to survive. When an incident at work triggers her astonishing powers, she becomes the target of an international manhunt. Only one person can save her: Magnus, the enigmatic stranger haunting her dreams.
Magnus rescues the outcasts called Aberrants from capture and torture. As Lu begins exploring her powers among her people, her feelings for Magnus intensify. He’s determined to stay emotionally distant, yet their smoldering passion soon becomes impossible to resist.
But when a shocking revelation threatens the lives of every remaining Aberrant, Lu and Magnus must risk everything, confronting their enemies in an explosive final stand to save their kind from the darkest fate of all: extinction.
As an extra bonus, Morgan also sent over a teaser excerpt for you, as well…
The hunter with the scarred face and penetrating dark eyes was perched high atop the street opposite the Hospice, on the crest of the sloped tiled roof of the Palais Hansen Kempinski, a former luxury hotel that now functioned as the IF’s media headquarters. Inside, the “news” was manufactured and distributed throughout the federation by a team of reporters on the company payroll, and through the soles of his feet he felt their scurried activity as scant vibrations, smelled their fear and fervor as commingled sour scents on the evening wind.
Some of them actually believed the propaganda they churned out. Most of them were simply too afraid to say they did not.
He watched the young woman leaning on the courtyard gate of the Hospice below with hawklike fixedness. Every sense hummed with the power of her. The elegant electrical thrill of the energy she emanated was like nothing he’d ever felt. He’d hunted Aberrants for more than twenty of his thirty-six years, and not a single one of them had ever set his nerves alight like this one.
Looking at her, he felt stung. He felt slapped. He felt for a moment, a jolt of terrifying elation, as if he’d flung himself from the roof and was free falling through space toward his death.
This was the one he’d been seeking. He’d found her at last.
She pulled herself upright for the first time since her uniformed companion had walked away, and passed a trembling hand over her hair. Even from this distance he saw how hard it shook. He saw the effort it took for her to straighten her shoulders and lift her chin. He longed to see her face but she had her back to him, and didn’t turn, even as she pushed through the gate and walked slowly up the cracked cement path to the Hospice entrance. She removed the glove from her right hand, placed her palm on the scanner beside the front door, then disappeared within the building as the door swung open and shut behind her. The chance to look at her face was lost.
No matter, he thought, rising from his crouch. He’d see her face soon enough. Besides, he already knew what she looked like. He knew everything there was to know about this imposter who called herself Lumina Bohn.
He made it his life’s mission to do so.