Eternal Hunter (Night Watch Series #1)by Cynthia Eden
"It hooked me from the first page." Christine Feehan
Beware Of Each Other
In a hotbed of secrets like Baton Rouge, it's only natural Assistant DA Erin Jerome is keeping a couple of her own. Like the fact she's not entirely humanshe's Other, desperately trying to keep her supernatural strength under wraps. Or that she's got a killer stalking/b>… See more details below
"It hooked me from the first page." Christine Feehan
Beware Of Each Other
In a hotbed of secrets like Baton Rouge, it's only natural Assistant DA Erin Jerome is keeping a couple of her own. Like the fact she's not entirely humanshe's Other, desperately trying to keep her supernatural strength under wraps. Or that she's got a killer stalking heran Other rogue set on "gifting" her bloody corpses, not to mention nights lying awake in terror. But the bounty hunter on her new case is about to change everything. Jude Donovan is a shapeshifter, and when the two are near each other their hidden instincts are definitely awakened. Tracking a rogue Other through half of Louisiana is hard enough without letting their wild sides come out to play. . .
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By CYNTHIA EDEN
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Jude Donovan was used to hunting killers—used to running them down like the damn dogs they were and caging the bastards.
So when he followed his latest prey into the swamps of Louisiana, an area that looked like it had been home to nothing but beasts for the last few centuries, he wasn't nervous.
Until a bullet thudded into him.
Sonofabitch. The fiery pain blasted in his shoulder even as the retort of the rifle echoed in his ears.
"You're not taking me back, you bastard!" The snarl came from up ahead, to the right. The tip of the barrel jutted over a fallen log.
Jude gritted his teeth, but didn't bother glancing down at the wound. No time for that, not now. "Bobby Burrows!" He called out the man's name. Voice loud and hard, as if he weren't bleeding like a freaking stuck pig. "There are two ways we can handle this ..." He stalked forward. Drops of blood littered the ground around him. Great. Blood would attract the gators and hell knew what else. The bastard would pay. "First way's easy, as in ... you drop that rifle and come out with your hands up."
"I'm not giving up! I won't go to jail! I won't!" The tip of the weapon began to move. Fuck.
"Then we do it the hard way." Jude inhaled and caught the cloying scent of the swamp, the rich flavor of his own blood, and the man's scent of fear and sweat. "I come and get you—and I rip you apart." Simple enough. His eyes narrowed on his target. The ground disappeared beneath Jude's feet as he sprang forward.
A man darted out from behind the log, eyes wild, rifle clutched tight to him. With a big-ass scope on it, of course. He lifted, aimed—
Jude growled, a deep, inhuman sound, and he swiped out with his right hand. He caught the wanted man in the right shoulder, and saw the spatter of blood in the air. Bobby's this time, not his.
Wound for wound. Blood for blood. The way of his kind.
He grabbed the weapon, wrenching it out of Bobby's hand. Bobby, a guy in his forties, balding and with big fists, stared up at him, terror on his face. "You—you're not—"
Jude smiled. Held up his hands. Blood stained the claws that seemed to burst out of his fingertips. "Human?"
The smile stretched even more. His shoulder ached like a bitch, pulsing every few seconds, but Jude ignored the pain. An old habit. He leaned forward, ran his claws over the squirming man's stubbled face. "No, I'm not. What I am, Bobby, is the worst nightmare you've ever had." He let his claws dig into skin. "Tell me, did you enjoy cutting those women?"
Bobby's screams pierced the night.
* * *
The first time she saw him, Jude Donovan was covered in blood. Erin Jerome recognized him instantly—she'd seen his picture in the local paper just days before. She watched as Jude handed the wanted man he'd apprehended over to the local cops. Watched as Bobby Burrows, a man who'd cruelly sliced up the faces of his ex-wife, his two ex-girlfriends, and some unlucky woman he'd stumbled across in Baton Rouge, was shoved into the backseat of a squad car.
She could hear Bobby's shouts from across the street. His yells of "Monster!" And his ravings about claws and killers.
Disgust tightened her lips. Jerk was probably already pre paring for his defense. An insanity plea. Erin would bet a month's salary on it.
Not that she was going to let the freak get away with something like that.
Oh, no, as an assistant district attorney, it was her job to make sure that old Bobby got to see the inside of an eight by twelve foot cell, preferably for the rest of his miserable life. Angola prison was waiting for him.
Straightening her jacket, because this was only her second week on the job and she needed to be professional—or, at least try to be—Erin crossed the street. Her eyes were drawn to Jude.
The bounty hunter.
He worked for Night Watch, a huge, multi-state operation that had a main base in Baton Rouge. Night Watch was reputed to be one of the best, if not the best, bounty hunting agencies in the country. No matter what it took, their hunters caught their prey.
A fact that, right then, made her enormously grateful. Her job would get a whole lot easier now that she had the defendant in custody.
Her heels tapped on the pavement. Time to—
Jude's head shot up. His eyes, the bluest she'd ever seen, lazered in on her.
Erin stumbled. No, oh, hell, no—
She caught his scent then. The wild scent of her kind.
Erin wasn't human, well, not completely anyway. And she knew the truth about the world around her.
She knew that humans weren't the only killers out on the streets.
Sucking in a sharp breath, she straightened her shoulders and kept walking. The animal scent of the hunter teased her, as did the thick fragrance of blood in the air.
Dammit, this is the last thing I need. She'd tried so hard, for so long, to be normal.
Then this guy had literally landed in her path.
His nostrils widened as she came closer. She knew he was drinking in her scent, knew too by the faint line that appeared between his brows that he couldn't quite understand what she was.
Story of my life.
"Ms. Jerome." One of the uniforms stepped toward her, a wide smile on his face. His partner slammed the car door, effectively isolating Bobby and ending his claws rant.
Maybe that hadn't been an insanity plea in the making after all.
She crouched down, gazing at Bobby through the window.
Her breath rushed out. "What happened to him?" But she knew.
The uniforms looked at Jude.
Jaw clenched, so did she.
And Erin realized she'd made a serious mistake. His eyes held hers. Saw too much.
Oh, yeah, this guy was a serious threat. To her.
Not good-looking, not really, at least not in that classic, magazine way. A mane of thick blond hair teased his shirt collar. Framed a face that was hard, a little cruel. High cheeks. Sharp nose. Square jaw.
No, not a GQ face. But still ...
Sexy. Somehow, he was still sexy. Maybe it was those lips. That scar that slipped right over the edge of his top lip.
Shouldn't have been sexy, but it was.
Freaking animal attraction, that's what it was.
The guy had an air about him, one of those I-don't-give-a-damn attitudes. A wildness in his eyes and in the curl of his lips.
Erin swallowed. She couldn't help taking an uneasy step back.
His eyes followed the movement, and one golden brow rose. After a moment, he shrugged. His gaze raked over her body. "And you are ...?"
"Assistant District Attorney Erin Jerome." Gritted out. Why was there blood all over Bobby? If something happened and this case got thrown out—
"Not the question I was asking." Bland as you please. That brow was still up.
Her lips parted. "What?" No way could he have meant—
His eyes swept over her again, and a smile lifted his lips. "Interesting."
Right then, the only interesting thing she saw was Bobby. A lie. But she'd always been good at lying to herself. And about herself. "What. Happened?"
Another shrug. "He slipped in the swamp. Fell on some branches."
It was Erin's turn to let her eyes drift over him. Drift over his too-wide shoulders and muscled chest. "Is that your blood?" she asked quietly. "Or his?"
"Little of both."
A headache began to pound behind her left eye. Erin grabbed on to her patience and held tight.
What was the guy's deal? Was he the crazy one?
"Uh, Ms. Jerome?" It was the uniform to her right. "You want us to go ahead and take Burrows to processing?"
Erin shook her head. She'd been listening to the police radio, hoping for some word on Bobby. The guy had vanished less than an hour after posting bail—she still didn't know what the idiot judge had been thinking. She'd been desperate for some word on the sadistic jerk, and then, like a sweet gift from Fate, she'd caught the news of his capture.
She'd almost flown down to Burns Swamp. "Take him to the hospital. Get him patched up." She pointed at the cop. "Do not let him leave your sight for even a second, understand? Bail's revoked. Once the docs give the ok, haul his ass back to jail." Hopefully, he'd stay locked up for the rest of his miserable days.
The uniform, Ray Neal—she'd met him twice before—gave a nod. He and his partner climbed into the car, then drove away, taking her criminal with them.
And leaving her alone with the hunter.
"Wanna answer my question?" His voice was deep, rumbling.
Goosebumps rose on her bare arms, and it was far too warm for her to have a chill from the weather.
"Just what question was that?" She tilted her head to the right.
"Who are you?" A pause. "What are you?"
She let her brow furrow. She'd fooled Other before, she could do it again. "I'm really not sure I understand. I told you, I'm Assistant District Attorney—"
"You don't smell human."
Her breath caught on a gasp. No, he hadn't just said—
He stepped toward her, a fast move that brought their bodies too close. Jude leaned in, lowering his head over the curve of her throat. And inhaled.
"Stop!" She shoved him, hard, and watched with no small satisfaction as he stumbled back.
Oh, yeah, big guy, I'm much, much stronger than I appear. He wasn't the first one to learn that little lesson.
She almost bared her teeth at him. Almost.
After all, she wasn't an animal. No matter what the whispers back home said.
"I don't know just what you think you were doing," she snapped, glaring at him as she narrowed her eyes. "But you'd better watch what you do and what you say around me." Was the guy crazy? You don't smell human. He couldn't say things like that.
The words were too dangerous.
She reached into her purse. Dug out her card. "Call my office. My assistant will take care of any paperwork you've got."
He stared at her a moment longer. Then, slowly, his tanned fingers rose. Long fingers, callused. Strong. He took the card, and his fingertips brushed over her hand.
Erin didn't flinch and she was extremely proud of that fact.
"Good work, Donovan." After giving him that grudging token of appreciation, she nodded and began to march back toward her car.
She'd taken all of five steps when she heard his whistle. Long, loud, and very appreciative.
I really don't need this shit.
"I've got your scent." Hard words. Scary words. Because she knew what they meant.
If Jude Donovan truly was a shifter, and every instinct she had screamed that he was, then having her scent, well, it meant he had her. He'd be able to follow her, to find her, almost anywhere.
A shifter. What were the odds she'd stumble onto him?
One of the little perks in the Other world—the world full of supernaturals and nightmares, the world that, rather unfortunately, was her life—was that like recognized like. Demons, because, yeah, those conniving bastards were real, could "see" others of their breed. They could look right past the magic glamour and peer into the darkness inside.
Witches felt the power pull from their brethren.
And shifters, well, they could smell each other—a distinct scent. One that carried the wisp of power and the scent of the beast.
Jude Donovan smelled of power. Of wild, strong man. Of savagery. No denying that scent.
As for the beast ... she didn't need the marks on Bobby's face to know Donovan had claws.
Erin began to walk again. One determined step after another.
And even when she climbed into her car, she could feel his eyes on her. Watching and seeing too much.
Now, she'd have to be extra careful to stay on her guard and not let the hunter discover the secrets she kept so carefully hidden.
"What the hell happened to you?" Dee Daniels asked the minute Jude strode past the rather unassuming entrance of Night Watch's Louisiana branch. She stood quickly, her blond hair cut brutally short around her elfin face. There was envy in her eyes as she stared at him with her lips slightly parted. "You lucky bastard, you took prey down, didn't you?"
Jude grunted and rolled his shoulder. He'd shifted before coming into the agency. A fast, hard shift to speed up the healing process. His kind were blessed with a freaking phenomenal recovery system. Some shifters were lucky, they could heal almost instantly from their wounds. Others took a few days for a full recovery. It all depended on the power of the beast inside.
Because he was a very rare shifter breed, Jude was on the luckier end of the spectrum. He could heal fully in hours.
Yeah, he'd have a scar because the system wasn't that perfect. More like he had his own little micro surgeon inside, stitching him back up. Soon, all that would remain of the jagged hole would be a slim line of raised flesh—once the skin melded itself back together.
He dropped his bag near his desk. Damn but he was tired.
And he was horny.
All because of a little human.
No, not a human. He'd stake his life on it.
"You tracked the bastard down in twelve hours." Dee gave a faint hmmm, kind of like a revving motor. "Jerk, you've just broken my record."
The disgruntlement in her voice had a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "Don't worry, babe, there's always next time." Dee was a bloodthirsty one. She was the toughest and sneakiest fighter he'd ever come across.
And she was one hundred percent human.
A human with a serious attitude.
"I couldn't let that asshole stay on the streets." Because he'd seen the pictures. Seen just what good old Bobby had done to the women who'd "wronged" him.
Poor Sheila Gentry had gotten seventeen stitches in her face because she'd made the mistake of saying no when the guy asked her out for dinner. She'd taken a pit stop at a gas station and found one hell of a Romeo who wanted to pick her up.
Caged psycho now.
The little ADA had better do her job and keep him there.
He eased into his chair. Heard the grunt of the leather. "Dee, what do you know about Erin Jerome?"
She blinked her chocolate eyes. The lady was all of five-foot-three. One hundred and fifteen pounds. She looked like a hard wind would blow her over.
But he'd seen her take down demons twice her size.
Dee knew the score about the Other world. Knew it, and often hated it.
A frown had her brows pulling low. "The new ADA? She just started."
Yeah, he knew that. He would have known about her if she'd been around for more than a few weeks.
Her scent. He'd never smelled anything like it. Roses.
Soft, subtle. And ... more. An alluring, haunting scent of woman.
She didn't smell like an animal. Didn't give off the wild, rich scent of female shifters.
But the minute he'd seen her, the minute he'd caught her fragrance in the air, his whole body had stiffened.
And he'd gotten the biggest hard-on of his life. There was something there. He knew it.
"Oh, hell, she's Other." Dee curled her lip. "I swear, you guys are taking over the city."
Yeah, they were.
"What is she? Witch? Djinn? One of those charmers?"
Jude didn't speak. Because he didn't know.
"A vampire?" Ice dripped from her voice. Dee hated the vamps. Her mission in life was to exterminate as many of them as she could.
Not that he blamed her, really. A vampire master had slaughtered her family years ago.
Dee was real big on the "eye for an eye" mentality.
"I don't ... think so." Erin's skin had been flushed with color. Kissed by the sun. Vamps were usually paler than, well, death.
The lady had been a real looker. Coal black hair, thick, spilling to her shoulders. Red lips. Cheeks almost brutally sharp. Eyes wide and gold. And a little black mole near the corner of her left eye.
Great body. High breasts. Round hips. Long, long legs.
Tall, slender, she'd walked with confidence, grace.
Until she'd seen him.
Then he'd watched her stumble, for just a moment.
Because she'd sensed what I am.
Only another shifter should have been able to sense him.
"She didn't smell like a shifter," he muttered, rubbing his hand over his face. Hell, he shouldn't even be worrying about this now. He should be sleeping. Drinking. Congratulating himself on another job well done.
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Award-winning author Cynthia Eden writes dark tales of paranormal romance and romantic suspense. She is a New York Times, USA Today, Digital Book World, and IndieReader best-seller. Cynthia is also a three-time finalist for the prestigious RITA® award . Since she began writing full-time in 2005, Cynthia has written over fifty novels and novellas. Visit her online at www.CynthiaEden.com.
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I'll be honest, the Nigh Watch books sort of picked me; I didn't pick them. I won the second Night Watch book in a raffle at a book club and figured I might as well get the first book. I'm so glad I made that decision! The Setting - is a world in which things exist just below the surface. Normal humans don't realize that surrounding them are Others, people who aren't really people. They're demons, charmers, shifters, vampires - and the list goes on. At times people don't realize what's right in front of them and others they're very willing to believe. It's not an original idea, but it's one that the mind accepts - because what better place for something strange to hide than right in front of us? The story takes place in the swamps of Louisiana, all that lovely humidity and heat! The Characters - were very primal. The book features a pair of shifters. Basic to a shifters personality is a very animalistic set of priorities that drive them. These priorities drive both the characters and the plot. Erin wants to be normal, but she will never be that - because she's so much more. And she's broken. I found myself empathizing with her character as she struggled to come to terms with her brokenness and how maybe, just maybe there might be someone out there who understood her. Jude is raw, primal power. He's a little bit cliche in that alpha male type role, but who cares? He has his own dark side and the play back and forth of each of the characters revealing just a little bit more to the other was really awesome. I was really happy with the way the killer progressed through the story. I won't discuss it, but it was g-o-o-d. The Plot - centered around the stalker. Finding out who he was and getting rid of him. But it was also a story of growth. The thriller aspects of dealing with the stalker were great. There was something more to him, something very deranged and twisted that made you want to know more. Layered with this is the growth of the characters. Erin heals through the book, which was very cool to watch. Like I said, the character came with a lot of baggage and through the plot and Jude pulling her towards him the book became as much about dealing with her stalker and the love story as it was about her process of healing. I waffled for a while on if I thought the book was a 4 or 5 star book. There was some minor confusion with some of the dialogue at times and wondering what else drew the characters together besides their animal attraction but in the end when I finished the book I flipped back to the beginning and started it again. I really liked this book; it's a total re-read and something I suggest if you want a steamy, dark and gritty read.
I absolutely loved this book. Cynthia Eden is and has been one of my favorite authors, and she never fails to deliver. Her writing is simplistic in nature, direct, and easy to follow. Her books are fast pased, and her characters are always well developed. My personal favorite will always be Maya and Adam, in Immortal Danger. Eternal Hunter is a great thrill ride, and will have you on the edge of your seat from the beginning to the end. I read the book in about four hours, simply couldn't put it down. Erin is sure she's mated to a psychotic shifter, that likes to leave her gifts that no woman would want, but Jude the hero, comes along, her protector--not that she needs one--and things heat up quickly between them. She tries to deny her feelings for Jude, but to no avail. The lust is too strong, the beasts hunger will not be denied. The love scenes were hot and the drama thrilling, a real page turner. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did, and keep reading. As ever I will await the next book with as much pacience as possible, and excitement.
I found this author when I read her contemporary suspense titles. I have found that I really enjoy her stories. The stories move quickly and keep you guessing at times, and I like her characters. The world of Others she has created pulls you in and entices you to pick up the next book as soon as you finish.
Eternal Hunter by Cynthia Eden Night Watch #1 Jude Donovan is part of the Night Watch team. He is a hunter, mostly of Other but for human's as well. Hunting for those against the law helps keep his beast happy. And it's quite a beast that Jude has inside of him, he is one of the rare white tiger shifters. After catching one of his human bounties, he gets a call that the man was murdered while in his cell and it's not pretty. Once Jude meets ADA Erin Jerome...his beast goes on a new hunt. Erin has started a new life. After her stalker in Lillian, she thought she could escape to Baton Rouge and start over, but now it seems he has found her once again. A stalker who thinks leaving her dead bodies should make her happy. After hiring Jude to help hunt down her killer, she finds the man takes protecting her seriously. Erin has tried to hide her true nature and live normal but can she let her wild side out with Jude? And when he finds out all of her secrets will he still want to be by her side? I enjoyed the storyline and the suspense. A killer who seemed to be invisible, how so you find someone that no one ever sees? Many of the other characters were interesting as well. **Sexual situations and language.
I simply adored this! I'm a Christina Feehan fan and she was absolutely correct about this author !
So glad I found this author, she is a great story teller so far I haven't read a book of hers that I didn't love!
Love the series. Whether it involves angels, shape shifters, sexy as sin demons (like Niol)...all have been great reads. Again, I hope to see a book coming out on Bastion. Or a book that has the VERY rarely written about mythical Japanese creature a Kitsune. Kitsune