The Immortal Guardians protect the innocent in secret. Sometimes the secret gets out...
U.S. law enforcement agent Heather Lane can read minds. But not the future. The dream of battle and blood that recurs every night must be a fluke, some obscure terror from her own mind. What its significance might be, she can’t guess: an attack from seven psychotic vampires at once, only separated from nightmare by an eighth very different immortal. A handsome, brave man fighting at her side, a man she misses when she wakes.
Then the dream comes true. Heather is flung into a war between predators and protectors of humanity, the man from her dreams beside her again. Except now that she’s awake, she isn’t sure she can trust Ethan, or the shadow organization he represents. The U.S. military doesn’t trust either of them. But against an onslaught of evil like the one that’s coming, it will take everything they have just to survive...
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Dianne Duvall earned a BA in English from the University of St. Thomas (Houston) and currently lives in Texas with her husband. Information on her books and the latest news can be found on her website at www.DianneDuvall.com.
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By Dianne Duvall
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Fog stole across the ground and curled cool fingers around Heather Lane's ankles. Shivering, she pried her gaze away from the eBook on the tablet in her lap and studied her surroundings.
Tall, dark, hulking trees surrounded the small clearing in a cylinder of dense foliage her eyes couldn't penetrate. A full moon had set about an hour ago, leaving behind blackness and twinkling stars occasionally obscured by wispy clouds. Slouched in her comfy tailgating chair, Heather glanced at her watch. 5:43. The sky would soon begin to brighten with dawn. Until then, lawn lights encircled her like a fairy ring, providing ample illumination.
It was so peaceful here, the quiet and dark beauty loosening the knots stress tended to lodge in her shoulders.
She dropped her gaze to her tablet once more.
A faint rustling sound distracted her.
"Please let that be birds or squirrels up, foraging about early," she murmured.
Unable to locate the culprit, she lifted her feet and propped them on the portable footstool that matched her chair. She really didn't want to encounter any less-cute members of the rodent family. Or snakes. But if she did, she might as well make it harder for them to skitter or slither up her pants leg.
A breeze whipped the fog into a mild frenzy, carrying with it a noise that seemed out of place amongst the chirping of crickets, croaking of frogs, and scuttling of squirrels.
Please, let it be squirrels.
Heather tilted her head to one side, listening.
Seconds later she heard it again.
Was that ... voices?
Setting her tablet aside, she sat up straighter and lowered her feet to the ground.
A faint shout floated on the night. Then another. And another. Words indiscernible.
Her eyes fixing on the forest to the west, Heather tucked her tablet into the backpack beside her chair.
Branches snapped in the distance, the pops and cracks increasing in volume as if some huge creature barreled through the forest toward her.
Heart hammering in her chest, she slipped her hand deeper into the backpack and curled her fingers around the grip of the Walther PPQ 9mm she kept hidden there.
Thuds. Curses. Grunts. Branches still crackling. Foliage rustling.
She rose, withdrawing the weapon. What the hell was coming?
Dark figures burst from the trees on her left.
At first, she couldn't determine what the hell she was seeing. Even with the lawn lights aiding her, it looked almost as though a blurry tornado had spiraled into the clearing. Then ...
Her eyes flew wide as the tempest's movement slowed.
Men. Seven of them. With eyes that glowed brighter than the stars above.
As they noticed the lawn lights, half of them paused to examine their surroundings.
Eyes that glowed and long, glinting fangs that didn't look like the cheap plastic store-bought fangs she saw each year on Halloween. These looked real.
The other half of the men fought some foe dressed all in black, circling him like hyenas and darting in to strike whenever they saw an opening.
The vibrant blue gaze of one of the males who had gone still latched onto Heather. His lips stretched into a sneering smile.
Raising the 9mm, Heather aimed it at him, hoping she wouldn't have to pull the trigger.
Red liquid splattered one side of the sneering man's face.
She swallowed. Was that blood?
Two men fell limply to the ground behind him.
Yeah. That was blood.
The figure in black stilled and looked her way. He was well over six feet tall with broad shoulders encased in a long, black coat. Large hands clutched gleaming sais that dripped crimson liquid. His handsome face — bracketed by short, wavy, black hair — might as well have been carved from stone. Dark brows. An angular jaw shadowed with stubble. Luminescent amber eyes that caught and held hers as his lips parted, revealing fangs that rivaled those of his opponents.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" he growled. "Shoot them!"
He sprang back into motion. Blood sprayed as two more ... vampires? ... fell beneath his blades.
Ignoring his fallen comrades, the sneering vampire took a step toward Heather. Then another. Then shot forward in a blur.
Heather stumbled backward and fired her weapon.
Brah! Brah! Brah! Brah!
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Heather jerked awake. Heart racing, she glanced over at her alarm clock and threw a hand out to hit the button. 5:00.
When the annoying beeps ended, she slumped back against the covers and waited for her heart to stop slamming against her ribs.
Frustration pummeled her.
She would never feel rested as long as she kept battling freaking vampires in her sleep!
Tossing back the covers, she stomped into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Seriously, who dreamed about vampires?
Heather zipped through her morning ablutions.
She didn't even read vampire novels or watch vampire movies, yet almost every night she had the same damned dream.
Fifteen minutes later, clad in a comfy black jogging suit, she tied her sneakers, looped her backpack over one shoulder, grabbed her tailgating chair, and headed out onto the back deck. Cool air washed over her as she strode toward the handful of steps that led down to the backyard. A bucket full of bright solar-powered lawn lights awaited her at their base. Snagging the handle, she tromped toward the trees that bordered the back of the property.
The dream had begun haunting her about a year earlier.
A whole year of the same dream over and over again, never varying.
A year of that hot, dark, and dangerous vampire clad all in black ordering her to shoot the other vampires.
Vampires, for crap sake!
Grumbling beneath her breath, she trudged through the trees that thickened into forest, letting the lawn lights show her the way.
Discovering the reason behind the dream had become an obsession. She had to find some logical explanation for it, because the roommate she'd had in college — a psychology major who had psychoanalyzed everyone she had met and their pets — had thought the recurring dream a symptom of some mental illness when Heather had asked her about it.
"Mental illness, my ass," Heather griped as, minutes later, she stepped into a clearing.
Stepped into the clearing. The one from her dream.
Heather still couldn't believe she had found it. She hadn't even thought it real, had assumed it a fictional manifestation of she-didn't-know-what in her dream. She might not have ever found it if she hadn't finally located a house farther away from town that she'd wanted to rent and had just happened upon the clearing while scanning satellite maps for nearby waterways that — in heavy rains — might flood the rental property. (She had lost almost everything she'd owned in a flood once. She wouldn't do it again.)
She had no idea who owned the property that bordered the small parcel she had rented, unwilling to buy in the current housing market until she was sure she wanted to make North Carolina her home. Or if anyone owned it. But as soon as Heather had signed the lease and moved into her new home, she had begun to visit the nearby clearing in hopes of finding ...
Well, she didn't know what. Something to explain why she kept dreaming about the place. And once she had begun visiting the clearing, the battle scene that continued to replay itself over and over again in her dreams had — in rare instances — been supplanted by surprisingly erotic dreams about the vampire in black. Dreams of his hands roving her body as his lips devoured hers, his bright amber eyes full of passion and possession.
She swallowed. Yeah. She needed to get to the bottom of the damned dreams.
Dropping her backpack near the center of the clearing, Heather set up her chair and the footstool that came with it.
At least no one had bedeviled her about trespassing. Yet.
She created her fairy ring of lawn lights and set the bucket aside. Fog stroked her ankles as she surveyed the peaceful meadow. Stars sparkled above her like diamonds. The moon, however, had already sought its bed.
Satisfied with the lights, she sank down into the chair and retrieved her tablet from her backpack.
The recurring dream of fighting vampires in this clearing might not be a sign of mental illness, but she wondered if coming out here before dawn every damned morning might be.
What the hell was she thinking?
Ethan rolled down the window of his Rimac Concept One and embraced the remainder of the night as he sped toward David's place.
His own home had been too quiet of late. Lisette, the woman with whom Ethan had been smitten for the past century, had married a year or so ago and spent all of her time with her husband Zach ... something that still grated a bit. And Ethan's mortal Second, Ed, had a new lady love with whom he spent a great deal of time.
Without Lisette or Ed, Ethan's only company at home was silence.
David's house, on the other hand, always bustled with activity. Love. Laughter. Mischief. Mayhem. Life was never boring at the incredibly powerful elder Immortal Guardian's home. Ethan was never lonely at David's home.
So, yet again, Ethan found himself speeding toward it as dawn approached.
The metallic scent of blood assaulted his nose, riding on the breeze that buffeted him.
Hitting the brakes, Ethan brought the car to a halt on the road's dirt shoulder and cut the engine. The quiet of the countryside enfolded him as he stepped from the vehicle and drew in a deep breath.
His lips curled. Vampires. He couldn't tell how many. The vamps' scents were nearly indiscernible beneath the blood of their recent victims, which no doubt coated them liberally.
Ethan's acute hearing picked up the vampires vying to see who could brag the loudest about the atrocities they had committed as they had drained their victims of blood.
Reaching into the car, Ethan retrieved his sais from the passenger seat and closed the door. Long strides carried him swiftly across the street and into the trees beyond.
The night sky would soon begin to lighten with daybreak. Ethan wanted to be comfortably ensconced in David's place before then, so, putting on a burst of preternatural speed, he raced after the vampires.
He made no effort to conceal his approach, just tore through the forest. Let the vamps wonder what the hell was coming. Let them fear the predator who hunted them as their victims had feared the vampires.
Ethan slowed when he saw them.
Seven. Hell. He hadn't expected that many.
Seven would be a challenge.
Seven could be a problem.
"Immortal Guardian," one managed to snarl a second before Ethan struck.
Having only been transformed a hundred years ago, give or take, Ethan was only slightly faster and stronger than the vampires. But his thoughts remained clear, unclouded by the insanity that plagued the latter, and he had been trained by a master swordswoman. Most vampires, on the other hand, were former college students who had been turned after getting drunk or high at a party and becoming easy prey. So most had spent their free time in sedentary pursuits, screwing around on the Internet and playing video games, before they had been transformed.
Their lack of combat training evened the playing field a bit. For every wound the vampires inflicted, Ethan inflicted four. His sais swept their flashy Bowie knives aside, tore clothing, and parted flesh. Cries of pain, coupled with roars of fury, abounded as they crashed through the underbrush. One vampire sank to his knees, but stumbled back up again.
Ethan swore. Remaining in constant motion, he drew blood from every opponent.
Light glimmered through the trees up ahead as he swept a weapon from a vampire's bloody hand and pressed forward.
Now what? he wondered as it grew brighter.
* * *
Heather glanced at her watch. 5:43. About this time in the dream, vampires would burst into the clearing and freak her the hell out. As usual, she'd give it a few more minutes, then pack everything up and —
A faint rustling sound intruded upon the night.
Her heart gave a little leap.
"It's just a squirrel," she murmured. But ... it was 5:43. In the dream, she always heard a rustling sound at 5:43.
She eyed the trees to the west with trepidation.
A breeze ruffled her bangs and scattered the fog at her feet as the first voice reached her.
Her heart began to ram against her rib cage as a faint shout followed. Then another. And another. Words indiscernible.
Heather's hands began to shake as she shoved her tablet into her backpack and drew out her Walther PPQ 9mm.
Branches and twigs snapped and crackled as something plowed through the trees toward her.
Oh shit. This wasn't really going to happen, was it?
Thuds, curses, and grunts increased in volume. Foliage rustled.
Rising, Heather backed away, raised her 9mm, and aimed it at the shadowed evergreens. Chest level. Her finger near the trigger. Ready to squeeze it at a moment's notice.
Dark figures burst from the trees.
As in the dream, she could see little more than a blurry tornado of motion, spinning across the meadow, knocking over a couple of her lawn lights.
Fear consumed her. Adrenaline surged through her veins. Her breath shortened as she eased back another step.
The tempest's movement slowed. Seven men swam into focus with blood-soaked clothing, glinting fangs, and eyes that glowed blue or green or silver. Seven men who bore the exact same features as the vampires in her dream. Seven men with fingers curled around the hilts of big-ass knives with which they seemed intent upon slaying the eighth.
And the eighth ...
Garbed all in black, he stood nearly a head taller than the rest. His short, black hair was mussed. His face and clothing, like theirs, bore streaks of blood. His chest rose and fell with rapid breaths that emerged from lips parted to reveal fangs as he swung deadly sais at his opponents.
One of the blue-eyed vampires took a step toward Heather, drawing her wide-eyed gaze. A sneering smile that chilled her blood stretched his thin lips.
Two of his companions fell to the ground behind him.
The man in black looked her way. Glowing amber eyes locked with hers. "What the hell are you waiting for?" he growled. "Shoot them!"
He sprang back into motion, attacking two more.
Ignoring his fallen comrades, the sneering vampire took a step toward Heather. Then another. Then blurred as he shot forward.
Heather stumbled backward and fired her weapon.
Brah! Brah! Brah! Brah!
The vampire stumbled to a halt, four holes now decorating his torso, but he didn't go down. Fury and pain contorted his sneering features.
"The arteries!" the handsome, amber-eyed warrior shouted. "Hit the major arteries!"
Too terrified to ignore him, she fired again, hitting the sneering vampire in the carotid and femoral arteries. When another vampire raced toward her, she shot his blurry form several times in the chest until he slowed and she could see him better, then sent a bullet through his carotid artery.
Both vampires fell to the ground as a third vampire sped toward her.
Heather fired her Walther again.
Brah! Brah! Brah! Brah! Click. Click. Click.
Shit! She was out of bullets.
The vampire was but a breath away when something swept between them and knocked her down.
Heather hit the ground hard. Dirt and weeds abraded her hands and elbows. A flurry of motion erupted a few feet from her face.
Grabbing the 9mm she had dropped, she scrabbled away and dove for her backpack.
More grunts and thuds and hisses sounded behind her as she upended the pack and rifled through the contents in search of her spare magazine.
Grabbing it, she ejected the empty magazine and shoved the full one home.
"It's okay," a deep voice spoke behind her.
Advancing the first bullet into the chamber, she spun around, sat on her butt, and aimed the weapon up at ... the vampire clad in black.
Bending over, he braced hands that still clasped sais on his knees and nodded toward the corpses on the ground at his feet. Beneath her horrified gaze, the bodies began to shrivel up like mummies. "It's okay," he repeated. "It's over." Crimson liquid speckled his handsome face. His clothing glistened with damp patches.
Heather adjusted her aim, sighting his carotid artery down the barrel. But her hands shook so violently now that she doubted she could even hit the trees behind him.
He started to straighten, but halted mid-motion and emitted a grunt of pain. Sheathing one of his sais, he reached behind him to feel his back, then swore. His nostrils flared as he drew in a deep breath and clenched his befanged teeth together. He made an odd, jerky movement with his hidden arm, then brought his hand back into view, now clutching a short knife.
Heather stared. Had he just pulled that thing out of his back?
He slung it at one of the deteriorating vampires. "Asshole." Sheathing his other sai, he pressed a hand to his side and limped toward her. "I'm sorry I knocked you down. Are you okay?"
"Stop!" she blurted. "Don't come any closer."
His steps halted. He squinted down at her. Frowning, he reached into his coat.
Heather touched her finger to the trigger. "Keep your hands where I can see them."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Just as good as the others. Plot gets deeper and I hate having to wait.
I have loved every book in this series, and this one is no different. Great storyline, amazing characters. You can read it alone, but its much better if you read the books in order as they have a story that continues through the series.
Dianne Duvall dose it again actionpacked new characters and twist and turns. How many new meambers will be come part of the Immortal Guardians. Ethan fines his solemate, Heather when the time comes and she desides to become a immortal they ask Aidan a three thousand year old immortal that if he transfromed her Heather would be strong like Aidan. The older the immortal the stronger the immortal. They well need all the advantages they can muster to .go up aginst there enmey. Jared has now askef to become part of the team he's old like Seth and Zach he would like to find love like Zach but will there be a future with Gershom plotting Armageddon.
I've really enjoyed this series and the books keep getting better, I hope that trend keeps happening in the future books. Each book lets understand a liitle bit more about the imortals and the others as the couple falls in love and helps fight off those who want to end the world
Love this series. Lots of action and interesting characters. Can't wait for the next book!
I loved this book! Dianne Duvall is an amazing weaver of this saga. I truly can't wait for the next book! Ms. Duvall just keeps getting better & better with each book. I love the level of suspense she infuses into each installment she crafts.
Reminded me of dark hunter series. Loved it
I love this series and all the immortal guardians.. Can't wait for seth to get his book! Cant wait for the next one always a home run with this author!
The action in this one started from page one and didn't stop until the very end. It was fast paced, entertaining, and the two main characters were awesome together. Heather Lane has been dreaming of vampires and one warrior for the past year. The dream is always the same; she is in a field by her home and at 5;49 a.m. she hears a noise and stands up. As she watches the woods vampires emerge with one dark dressed warrior in the middle battling them. He yells at her to shoot them and as she does she wakes up. Since the dreams began, she has gone to that field at that time to see what would happen, never actually believing that vampires were going to come fighting into her back yard. One night it all comes to pass and she meets Ethan. From the get-go their chemistry and banter are awesome. It is so obvious they are the perfect fit for each other. A few weeks later he comes back to her because he can't stop thinking about her, and when he does a ton of vampires attack. They fight together and she saves his life. From that moment on, there is no going back for her. She wants to be with Ethan and Ethan will fight to the death to protect her from their enemies. I absolutely loved this one! I can't praise the two characters and their chemistry enough. And the epic battles in the end are monumental and exciting. Things are really ramping up in the world of the Immortal Guardians. The enemy Other is identified and a new ally steps forward. I can't wait for the next installment!!
Love all of the books in this series!
This one was just as good as all the others. I feel like seth's book maybe right around the corner
I've read all the books in this series and have to say this one in now my favorite.....but I also said that with the last one. Love these Immortals and their mates. Can't wait for the next story! Will it be Aiden....or Jared...or Cliff....or SETH?!?! Hurry up Dianne and write faster!
The entire series is fantastic. Anxiously waiting for Seth's story.
I have to say that I think this is my second favorite Immortal Guardians book. The first will always be my favorite but this is a close second. Heather is the perfect person for Ethan since she cannot read his mind. This story is packed with plenty of the action, romance and humor we have come to expect. We also have appearances from many of our favorite characters as well. Highly recommend this book and give it 5 stars.
Blog Tour, Review & Giveaway: Shadows Strike (Immortal Guardians 6) by Dianne Duvall http://wp.me/p3d0RZ-2Xn Publication Date: August 25, 2015 Reviewed by: Reading in Pajamas/ Donna Rated: 5 Stars REVIEW Another great installment in the Immortal Guardians Series! I really enjoyed the ease to which Heather and Ethan get to know each other. Well, not the catalyst to their meeting but afterward. It made me smile in amongst the danger and mystery that plagued them. And danger abounded in this pulse pumping story which only emphasized how well the Guardians and their network get along and find joy when they can. Of course the hot sex helps to ease the tension as well. It was a well-rounded story that covered all the bases. My only complaint was that it ended…for now. *Review copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Normally I don't like books that flip narrators, and this one flipped a lot between several characters, but it worked really well. The plot was not predictable like other books I read so it always kept me wanting to read. I felt the ending was a little bit of a sudden ending. Overall though, very good book. I would be happy to read another by this author.
Great story! Excellent series!
Shadows Strike, Dianne Duvall Review from Jeannie Zelos book reviews Genre: Romance,Sci-fi and Fantasy I’ve not read all the books in this series, but several and understand the world Dianne has created. I think you need to read a least the first in this series to understand and enjoy the story even though each book is a complete one, as the overall story arc and the individual characters pay such a strong place in the stories. I’m always intending to go back and read the ones I’ve missed but its that old shortage of time and cash that’s stopped me so far. So many great books and so little time... Once again its a solid read, a perfect romance with tension and sensuality, lots of action and the overall story arc of Guardians, Others and Vampires all having different ideas about interacting with the human world. For some time the guardians have been fighting vampires, trying to keep the humans safe, and in the dark about supernatural matters. There’s a force out to provoke war though, and its getting stronger all the time. They need to keep up if the world is to stay safe, but in the last big battle they lost some key members, both Guardians and the humans who work with them. Now it looks like the battle is on once again and a human telepath, Heather, seems to be in the middle of it, but the Guardians need to know why. I loved the interaction between Heather and Ethan. That insta love kind of thing sometimes just isn’t believable, but here Heather has been dreaming of Ethan for so long that she feels she already knows him. Throw in the very real danger she’s in and its easy to understand her live for the day motto when she finds him. Ethan has been very lonely and finding Heather, finding a connection with her that's bone deep is a real bonus for him. Immortals can live long lives, thousands of years for some, and even though Ethan is just a baby at 200 years its a long future to be lonely. For the last hundred or so he’s had a friends with benefits thing with his maker, but now she’s found a mate he’s kind of lost, and Heather comes along just at the right time. They can be with humans, but its the gifted ones such as Heather that they need for mates, they are able to be changed, whereas humans just become vampires who go crazy from the virus in a very short time. Its a great blend of romance with story, and there’s lots of action. I don’t like long, drawn out battle scenes, where we get pages and pages of heavy, dull descriptions, but Dianne delivers battles that are perfect for me. I understand what's going on, why they act as they do, what they hope to achieve and the way its all done. That keeps me reading, keeps me wondering where its all going to end, and how they can fight against an enemy who’s uncaring of humanity, when they do all they can to save it. Its tough fighting someone who views humans as disposable and has no morals about using them for his own ends. This series is working well for me, gaining pace with each book and I’m really enjoying it. Its one of those that when its finished I’ll immerse myself in the whole series, having a back to back read through of all the books. I love to do that with good reads, where I can get lost in the world created and feel part of it. Stars: Five, another great instalment, full of romance and sensuality, action, drama and lots of emotion. ARC supplied by Netgalley and publishers
Dianne Duvall is in a class of her own. Every book in this series is consistently amazing. Her cast of characters is full of laugh out loud fun, a wide range of histories and personalities, and a sense of family; her stories always full of heartwarming romance and nail-biting action. Ethan’s story is no different! He and Heather are adorable together and bring on a whole new aspect to the immortal guardians’ fight. They wade through a mystery with the highest of stakes with courage, skill, and love. This book changes the rules and I already can’t wait for the next book. I just can’t get enough! Shadow’s Strike is a gripping installment in the Immortal Guardians series. It will keep you on the edge of your seat and up all night to finish. It’s another awesome sequel from Dianne Duvall!
Dianne Duvall proves yet again she’s a force to be reckoned with in paranormal romance! Spellbinding, enthralling and explosive; these words merely touch the surface when describing the impact Shadows Strike has on the reader. Ms Duvall has written a powerful story, with exceptional characters in both primary and supporting roles, and has drawn readers into her captivating world of danger and duplicity, and left them gasping at the end of the book wanting so much more! Bravo on another exhilarating read!!