Scorched
by Darkness (Eternal Mates Paranormal Romance Series Book 18) by Felicity
Heaton – Book Tour and Giveaway!
New York Times best-selling paranormal
romance author Felicity Heaton is here today for the book tour of her new paranormal
romance release, Scorched
by Darkness, the latest release in her popular Eternal
Mates world.
There are now eighteen books in this series, but don’t worry, you
can dive right on in with Scorched by Darkness, or start at the very
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by Felicity Heaton
Even for one of the top assassins in Hell like him, Hartt’s latest contract
would have been difficult enough, but there’s a complication—a beautiful,
flame-haired, and dangerously tempting complication. Not only is the bewitching
female a distraction he doesn’t need—she’s the competition.
Mackenzie’s life hasn’t been easy. Held
captive by blood mages who murdered her family, forced to spend every day
guarding her secret, and now she lands the biggest contract ever—one that would
set her assassin’s guild up as one of the best in Hell—and it turns out her
client hasn’t only hired her. He’s hired the top guild in Hell too. Worse, the
male she’s up against is wickedly alluring, a dark elf warrior who sets her
blood on fire, and the heat that sparks between them is in danger of burning
her resolve to take him down to ashes.
It’s a race against time and each other to
fulfil the contract by taking out one of the most dangerous men in Hell, a
vampire with a name befitting of his bloody history, but who will be the one to
claim victory—one of them or the King of Death?
Find out in Scorched by Darkness, an enemies-to-lovers fated mates paranormal romance that will set your heart on fire!
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Fuming wasn’t a strong enough word for how
Mackenzie was feeling. Furious? Filled with rage? Liable to detonate at a
moment’s notice? That one seemed to convey the fire that burned up her blood
and ignited something dangerous inside her as she searched for the male she had
spotted.
That fire only blazed hotter as she finally
located him on a rooftop overlooking the square, felt his gaze light on her as
a shiver that cascaded over her entire body.
And then he was gone.
She clenched her jaw and cursed him as he
sprinted across the rooftops, leaping alleys with ease.
Closing in on her mark.
Another bloody assassin!
Worse, he was an elf.
That could only mean one thing—her client
had some explaining to do.
She was sure he was the reason the most
renowned assassin’s guild in Hell just tossed their hat into the ring and was
following her mark.
Mackenzie was swift to move, slipped
through the crowd and worked her way back to the raised walkway where she had
been when she had first spotted the other assassin. Where the sight of him had
completely arrested her, bewitching her as if he was a mage rather than an elf.
Her blood chilled at that word. Mage. She shook it off, together with the
unsettling effect the elf had on her, and bit out another ripe curse as she
checked his position.
The black-haired bastard was above the
target now, looming at the edge of the roof, peering down at them and looking
for all the world as if he was contemplating leaping on them.
Maybe he was.
Damn him. He was forcing her hand. She
hadn’t come here to take down her mark, wasn’t appropriately armed for a kill.
She had come here to follow up a lead, part
of her not expecting the vampire to be here tonight. Her plan had been to study
him if he was and see what she could learn about him, to gather intelligence
she could use to form a plan of attack. She regretted not bringing her arsenal
with her now, but she hadn’t known she would have competition.
She was going to have to improvise.
Another, fouler, curse rolled off her
tongue as five demons formed a blockade ahead of her. She sprinted right at
them, unwilling to let them slow her down, fear a potent motivator as her gaze
flicked to the elf again and then to her target as the idiot stopped right
below him.
She nimbly leaped, slapped her left hand
down on the shoulder of one of the big males and ran up the wall behind him. The
demon grunted as she shoved off, growled as he twisted towards her, and she
landed and ducked beneath the meaty fist he swung at her.
“Sorry!” she hollered over her shoulder
without slowing.
She checked the elf again. Still there. What
was he waiting for?
Her focus darted back to the mark.
He wasn’t alone.
The dark-haired male turned towards his
companion—a stunningly beautiful woman with long white hair and curves to die
for wrapped in cerulean leather.
A phantom made flesh.
The intel Jasynder had gathered for her was
right then. The vampire was mated to a phantom. She could understand why the
elf was hesitating now. Getting on the wrong side of a phantom was a sure-fire
way of getting your soul devoured. It only took one kiss and the elf would be
toast. Of course, the terrifying woman could kill Mackenzie just as easily with
the same tactic, but phantoms were all female and preferred to turn males into
ghosts to either use for procreation or to kill by draining their life essence.
Chances were high that if she and the elf
both attacked at the same time, the phantom would target him, leaving Mackenzie
open to take down the mark.
Which was going to be easier said than
done. This vampire had a bloody reputation, led the fiercest legion of the
Preux Chevaliers—an organisation of vampire mercenaries in Hell. Taking him
down was going to be hard, and it was going to require some finesse if she
didn’t want to die in the process, or before she could deal a fatal blow on
him, but it would be worth it.
This contract was a huge deal for her
guild.
Judging by the sour look on the elf’s face
as he glared down at the couple and then at Mackenzie, it was a big deal for
him too.
She glanced back at the mark.
“Shit!” she muttered as she saw they were
gone.
She halted at the edge of the raised stone
walkway and scanned the crowd with her senses, but there were too many people
packed into the square. She couldn’t pick out vampire or phantom among the blur
of scents and powers.
Mackenzie huffed and strode down the alley
ahead of her, one that ran between the building where the elf still stood and
the first building on the side of the square to her right. She exited it on a
broader cobbled street and checked in both directions, and then did a quick lap
of the demon district.
The thoroughfare was just as busy as the
square, filled with demons grouped together in front of the one and two-storey
grey stone buildings. Hordes of them had gathered around the tavern to the
north of the district, a pale cream stone affair that was a contrast to all the
dark grey. It was more elegant too, resembling something from the Victorian
era.
“Hey,” she breathed as a big demon noticed
her and his dusky horns curled a little, beginning to resemble those of a ram,
and his crimson eyes brightened. She skimmed her hands down her burgundy corset
to her hips, making sure she had the whole of his attention, and canted her
head as she sidled up to him. “Don’t suppose you’ve seen a vampire and a
phantom coming this way?”
He shook his head, and then growled and
bared fangs when two other demons looked at her. She pegged one as from the
Fifth Realm, and one as from the Second. Demons didn’t exactly like to share,
but she needed information, and if a fight broke out, she would make a sharp
exit.
“How about you, big guy?” She ran an
assessing gaze over the demon from the Second Realm, taking a moment to
appreciate all that muscle jammed into only a pair of tight black leathers, and
how his black horns grew as he gave her a leisurely once-over in return. “You
seen a vampire and a phantom?”
“Maybe,” he grunted and continued in
stilted English, revealing he didn’t get out of Hell much, “What… information…
worth?”
“More than you can afford, gorgeous.” She
offered a sultry smile because that was all he was getting from her.
He hadn’t seen anything. None of them had. She
debated questioning the others and then decided against it. She wasn’t going to
find her mark again tonight. By now, he was either holed up in the vampire
district to the north of the enormous cavern, or he had used one of the portal
pathways and gone back to his stronghold in Hell.
Damn it.
She ogled the demon one last time, shutting
out a stray thought that left her reeling—she liked her men a little leaner and
a lot meaner.
The elf popped into her head.
She was about to banish him, but paused and
frowned as she shrugged. Her mark was gone, but she could still come away from
tonight with some valuable intel if she tailed the assassin. It might go some
way towards making her feel better.
Mackenzie returned to the square and looked
up to her right, at the rooftop. He was gone. She muttered another curse, one that
felt like the millionth she had unleashed since noticing the elf.
That sizzle-spark rolled along her spine
again and she jerked her head down.
Her gaze collided with pure amethyst across
a sea of people, violet that held her fast as a thousand tingles tripped
through her.
The elf frowned at her, his sensual lips
turning downwards as a disapproving look settled on his handsome face. The
black slashes of his eyebrows met hard and he pivoted, breaking the spell he
had placed her under. She shook off the lingering effect and glared at his back
as he eased through the crowd, heading towards the clock tower at the other end
of the square.
Mackenzie gave him a few seconds to build a
lead and then followed, keeping her senses trained on him so he couldn’t escape
her.
Which of the elves was he? There was only
one guild in Hell that employed his kind, and when she had been researching
assassin organisations with the intent of forming one of her own, before she
had joined a guild instead, two names had come up.
Fuery and Hartt.
Rumour didn’t need to paint an interesting
picture of them. Fact had already done it. The two elves were practically
famous and as far as she could tell, one was as bad as the other.
As dangerous and deadly as her mark.
Their mark.
Her client had obviously hired him too and
she couldn’t really blame him for putting the contract out for tender at
several guilds. Not when there was a ridiculously high chance the vampire would
kill whoever was sent to take him down.
The elf hit the broad street that cut
through the witches’ district. She locked up tight when he suddenly stopped and
began to turn his head. She ducked behind a group of shifters, sure he was
looking for her. Her heart shot into her throat and pounded there, adrenaline a
sweet kick in her veins as she edged forwards and risked peering around the
female shifter who was looking down at her as if she were insane.
He was gone. Damn him.
Mackenzie stood and tiptoed, peered over
the heads of the crowd and tried to find him. The tightness in her chest
evaporated as she spotted him heading along the side of the square and she
hurried to catch up with him as he ducked into an alley.
Following an elf with a reputation as dark
as the one attributed to the two assassins in his guild into an alley was
probably suicide. That thought flickered through her mind, but she paid it no
heed. She mounted the steps up onto the stone walkway and pressed her back to
the building beside the alley.
Being prepared was worth the risk. She had
never seen an assassin from his guild in the flesh, and she wanted to know what
she was up against because she doubted her client was going to change his mind
about having more than one assassin guild on this job for him.
The elf was her competition, and he was
going down.
She needed to be the one to take out the
mark. Claiming a trophy of this magnitude would establish her guild as one of
the most prestigious in Hell. It would finally get her small band of assassins
recognised and would lead to getting bigger and better contracts.
Her guild needed this.
Ever since she had taken over leadership of
it a few decades ago, they had struggled to keep their heads above water, let
alone establish themselves in the fiercely competitive world of contract
killing. It was a miracle this client had approached them and offered this
opportunity, and she wouldn’t mess up this chance they had been given.
She had to secure the kill for her guild.
She leaned left and peered into the alley,
glared at the elf’s back as he strolled away from her.
Plus, she had a score to settle.
She had lost track of the number of clients
who had dumped her guild halfway through a contract because an opening had come
up at the one he worked for. Her scowl deepened, mostly because those electric
shivers were back as she studied him, sending heat rolling through her.
Damn him.
But there was something arresting about him.
The fluid way he moved, a startling
combination of grace and raw sexuality that shouldn’t be possible considering
he wore a drab black knee-length tunic over his tight trousers, was drawing
more than just her gaze to him. Every female in the alley looked him over after
he had passed them and some had the courage to eye him up as he approached.
One even offered herself up to him.
He politely turned her down with a smile
and a wave of his hand.
The subtle shift of his body caused the
fine material of the tunic to pull taut over his biceps and across his broad
shoulders, revealing toned muscles. Apparently, elves had incredible armour
that was imbued with magic or something. The black scales resided in twin
bracelets and could cover their owner in a handful of seconds if they issued a
mental command. Those scales could transform into talons too, and only metal of
the same type could cut through it.
She had never seen it in the flesh, but
heat sizzled through her as she pictured what he would look like in only
skin-tight black armour that revealed everything.
And she meant everything.
Several of the accounts she had read about
elf armour, and some of the ones she had been told by women who had witnessed
it, had been very clear about that. Every muscle on their body showed, and not
just that, but you could tell the size of the package on offer too.
That sizzle became a spark that ignited her
blood, had her thoughts going hazy for a moment before she snapped herself back
to the world and shut it down.
She blamed the elf for her out-of-control
libido and imagination, put it down to his good looks and incredible physique,
and the fact it had been far too long since she had taken the time to scratch
her itches.
She wouldn’t let herself get distracted by
him.
It would be a death sentence.
He was the enemy and he had clocked her in
the square, knew they were after the same mark. He was probably aware of her
right now and was leading her to her doom. Well, it would be his doom that
awaited him at the end of this dance.
Mackenzie tailed him, studying everything
he did, learning all she could about him, right down to which foot he favoured
as he pivoted and turned down another alley. The more she knew about him, the
more likely it was she would survive a fight against him.
And they would come to blows.
She felt that in her gut.
She peeked into the alley. He was still a
good fifty feet ahead of her. She slipped into the narrower space, hating the
way the two dark stone buildings seemed to close in on her to steal all the light.
The strange burn he had ignited in her blood turned to ice and she breathed
through it as her chest constricted. She was fine. She focused on the electric
lamp mounted on the wall at the end of the alley, using the soft light it
emitted to banish the darkness.
The memories.
As the momentary panic passed and her
senses came back online, she swore under her breath.
The elf was gone.
“Damn it, Mackenzie,” she muttered and
frowned as she hurried forwards. “Losing track of your targets now?”
It wasn’t like her. She prided herself on
her skills, on her dedication to her work and how professional she was compared
with a lot of other assassins. She had never lost track of a mark and now she
had done it twice in one night.
She slowed her pace, catching herself.
Rushing headlong after the elf was a foolish move. Whether the male was Hartt
or Fuery, he was a merciless killer. Darkness made flesh.
And sharp as a blade too.
The tales of them were legendary. More than
one account glorified how quickly they could think on their feet and how
intelligent they were. She supposed skills like that came with the territory
when you were thousands of years old.
She took a moment to breathe, to focus her
mind again. She was quick and clever too.
He wasn’t going to get the jump on her.
She brought her guard up again as she
slipped a dagger free of the sheathe at her waist and stretched her senses
around her as she exited the alley onto the main street that cut through the
heart of the demon district. She palmed the grip of the blade, her pulse
picking up as she scoured the area.
Nothing.
Had he teleported back to Hell?
She squeaked as a hand suddenly appeared
around her throat and hauled her back against a rock-hard body, and shivered as
his deep baritone teased her ear.
“Looking for me?”
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Book 2: Claimed by a Demon King
Book 3: Tempted by a Rogue Prince
Book 4: Hunted by a Jaguar
Book 5: Craved by an Alpha
Book 6: Bitten by a Hellcat
Book 7: Taken by a Dragon
Book 8: Marked by an Assassin
Book 9: Possessed by a Dark Warrior
Book 10: Awakened by a Demoness
Book 11: Haunted by the King of Death
Book 12: Turned by a Tiger
Book 13: Tamed by a Tiger
Book 14: Treasured by a Tiger
Book 15: Unchained by a Forbidden Love
Book 16: Avenged by an Angel
Book 17: Seduced by a Demon King
Book 18: Scorched by Darkness
Felicity Heaton is a New York Times and USA Today international best-selling author writing passionate paranormal romance books. In her books, she creates detailed worlds, twisting plots, mind-blowing action, intense emotion and heart-stopping romances with leading men that vary from dark deadly vampires to sexy shape-shifters and wicked werewolves, to sinful angels and hot demons! If you're a fan of paranormal romance authors Lara Adrian, J R Ward, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Gena Showalter and Christine Feehan then you will enjoy her books too.
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