Violet Midnight
Violet Night, #1
ISBN: 9781937254810
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Book Blurb for Violet Midnight:
Let the Hunt begin….
Blending in with her college co-eds
proves difficult for vampire Hunter, Emma Martin, considering the mystical
tattoo on her wrist glows whenever Vamps are near. And after three months of
silence, the glow is back with a vengeance.
Jake Cunningham witnesses Emma, a
violet-eyed beauty, using unimaginable powers to fight off a fanged creature.
Finally, after two years of searching, he may have found out what he’s become—a
Hunter, like Emma.
Thankful for an ally in the fight
against the Vamps, Emma finds hope and comfort in Jake’s arms. As she learns
more about her new love’s family and its dark heritage, she may be forced not
only to hunt them but to sacrifice her life to save Jake’s soul.
“Rush hooked me from page one!
Fast-paced, gripping, this tale of vampire hunters is full of action and
suspense. A great read! Buffy had better watch out…Emma Martin is one hunter to
watch!” -Cynthia Eden,
National Best-selling Author
***A portion of all proceeds benefits cancer research and awareness***
My good writing friend,
and fellow New Adult Author,
Victoria Smith, has a few questions for my character, JAKE, from my new
release, Violet
Midnight. She’s read the book and wanted know a little more “behind the
scenes” stuff about this mysterious guy who stole Emma’s heart.
Victoria
Smith:
So Jake, I think what most of us are just dying to know is what were your first
impressions of Emma?
Jake
Cunningham:
She was an absolute stunner. I saw her across a sea of people at a Frat party.
She had such a commanding presence, and I knew right away I had to get to know
her. And then when I saw her kicking those Vamps’ assess…I knew she was
something special.
VS: If you
could visit any place in the world where would it be?
JC: That’s
a tough one. Being an orphan and spending most of my young life in group homes,
I got to day dream a lot so I have quite a few places I’d like to visit. One
would be Grand Cayman Island. The sun, beach, and the white sands…I just want
to lay there and not do anything but read and relax. Dealing with all these
Vamp things here on campus all the time…it gets a little tense pretty often. I
wouldn’t mind traveling through Italy and Paris someday, too.
VS: What
are three words that would best describe you?
JC:
Determined because I was focused on making something for myself despite being
an orphan. Loyal because once I’m your friend, I’ll stand beside you through
anything. Insecure because of my nomadic upbringing. I’m often worried my
situation will change at a moment’s notice.
VS: Say a
genie grants you one single wish, what would it be and why?
JC: That I
could have a normal life with Emma. With Vamps lurking…that’s unlikely, but a
Genie can trump a Vamp right?
~~~
Thanks, Victoria and Jake! I’m
the author of the story and even I didn’t know Jake wanted to visit Italy or
Paris some day.
I might have to write that into
the story somehow, huh?
Thanks, everyone, for celebrating
the release of Violet Midnight with me.
Emma Martin had never killed a human, at least not
intentionally, but her best friend, Ava, might be the first. “No. I told you.
I’m not going on a blind date, so drop it already.”
Considering she battled demons on a regular basis, few
things in the world scared Emma. But the one thing she feared most was giving
her heart away, then losing that person.
Been there, done
that. Never again.
“Fine. You’re so stubborn. At least come to the party.”
Ava wove her arm through Emma’s and dragged her across the campus, toward their
dorm. “Your arms are freezing, Em, why are you wearing a tank top? I know we
live in the desert, but we’re up north.”
“It’s not that cold out.” Then again, Emma didn’t feel
the cold, or heat for that matter, but Ava didn’t know that.
No one did.
No one could ever know.
“Whatever,” Ava said. “So, come on, already. I’ve got
two hours to beautify you. The football game will be over soon, and I’m in the
mood to have some fun.”
“Ava, no. I said no more blind date—” Pulsing pain
stabbed Emma’s wrist. She stopped and doubled over, clutching her wrist to her
stomach to hide the glowing mark on her skin. Darn Vamp detector hadn’t ignited
in over three months. What the hell?
“What’s wrong?” Ava grabbed Emma’s shoulder.
She hugged her midsection. Now that the initial surprise
had passed, she had to keep the pulsing light hidden from Ava. Otherwise,
there’d have to be another mind-wipe.
Wonder if too many
mind-wipes can harm a brain?
“Nothing. Just a cramp.” Emma stood straight, scanning
the area. She never got cramps, but she had to cover when her wrist morphed
into a freaky orange lighthouse beam. “I’ll be fine in a second.”
Everyone thought Emma’s mark was a normal tattoo, but
they didn’t know how it came to life when the bloodsuckers were near. She
slipped her hand over the piercing orange flare, silently chastising herself
for not wearing her thick-band watch.
Three months, no Vamps—she’d gotten lazy.
Time to snap into Hunter mode to keep Ava safe. No way
was Emma about to lose her best friend to one of those fanged beasts. She’d
already lost too much.
Emma scanned the empty courtyard. The dark fence of
trees encircling the campus seemed calm. No bobbing red orbs—a tell-tale sign
of a hungry Vamp. Until they fixed their sights on dinner, their eyes stayed
black as coal.
Ava whipped out her massive, pink leather purse. “Here,
I’ve got Advil.”
“Never mind. We’re almost to the room. I’ll grab some
there.” Emma straightened and rubbed her wrist while scanning the area. A
couple of lights lining the sidewalk to their dorm barely made a dent in the
darkening sky.
Movement to her right caught Emma’s attention. Her heart
stuttered. Every muscle tensed. She needed to get Ava out of here.
“Let’s go.” Emma latched onto her elbow and hurried her
along the sidewalk. Emma caught a flare of orange against the leg of her denim
jeans. The Vamps must be closing in.
Bushes to the left, silent academic buildings behind
them and the open courtyard to their right. She glanced over her shoulder at
the mazes of deserted sidewalks leading to the various campus buildings.
Slate-colored clouds rolled in, chasing away the remaining light of the setting
sun. That didn’t help, despite her heightened vision.
“What’s the rush? Jeez. I’m not one of your workout
buddies, Em.” Ava stumbled. “If I break a heel on these Jimmy Choos, you and I
are going to have words.”
“Oh, sorry. I just want to get back to the room and get
ready for the party. You said Todd was going to be there, right? I bet you’re
anxious to see him again. It’s what, your third date? That’s a record for you.”
“Jerk. But you’re right. I want to look nice for him.
And remember, you said I can get you prettied up a little, too.”
“I did not say you could pretty me up.” Thankfully, Ava was easily distracted.
Emma continued to hurry her roomie along. Another flare
of orange pulsed. Only a hundred feet to the dorms. One more cluster of bushes
to pass.
A fist that could have passed as a sledgehammer slammed
into Emma’s face as a gust of wind whipped by her. An explosion of
metallic-tasting blood burst into her mouth. Damn Vamps were fast. Emma toppled
into Ava. Her friend yelped and tumbled to the ground. Her purse shuffled to
the side along with one of her shoes when she made impact.
Emma spun, working to locate the Vamp. Only darkness.
Shadows from the cluster of five, three-story dormitories up ahead provided
ample amounts of darkness. Not to mention the light flickering out. Or did a
rock just hit that light bulb?
Shit.
“What the hell was that?” Ava pushed herself up and
reached for her purse.
“Quiet. Stay there. Don’t move.”
Emma’s friend shot her a wide-eyed glare. “What—”
Emma put her hand up, silencing her, and crouched. She
held up her free hand, and whispered, “Crossbow.”
In a flash of white light, the steel weapon appeared in
her palm. She stroked the smooth, otherworldly, silver metal, confirming the
magazine of bolts was secure and ready to fire.
She touched her throbbing cheek. Dumbass was going to
pay for that. And more.
“Okay, where are you?”
Drawing in a deep breath, Emma willed her pulse to slow,
then stood. The gravel crunched beneath her trainers as she stepped off the
sidewalk toward the bushes. Ava sat on the ground watching Emma with wide,
disbelieving eyes. Her platinum-blond hair glowed beneath the light of the
lamppost beside her, giving her an angelic halo.
This’ll be a big
mind-wipe for sure.
The hairs on Emma’s neck prickled. Instinct demanded she
duck. Air whooshed above her, a fist narrowly missing her face. She jabbed an
elbow into the creature’s soft mid-section.
She lunged forward into a summersault, then turned and
crouched.
Click. Click.
Two bolts shot out and sank into the Vamp’s chest.
White, elongated teeth flashed as the wounded creature’s
mouth opened. A throaty roar rent the air as he squirmed, writhing in anguish,
then vanished in a poof of dust.
As ashes settled over the gravel beside a blooming bush,
she spotted another creature slithering toward her best friend. Emma trained
her weapon on the beast.
Before she could fire, two gigantic hands squeezed her
shoulders and yanked her into the bushes. Her crossbow clattered to the rocky
ground. The creature snarled. Foul breath wafting over her triggered her gag
reflex.
Lifting her hand in front of her, she said, “Dagger.”
The weapon landed in Emma’s palm. She spun it to aim the
blade downward and plunged it into the creature’s thigh. His grip loosened.
Emma snapped her head back and cracked the Vamp’s nose, then pivoted out of his
grip. Blood gushed from his leg onto the dusty earth, but it wouldn’t keep him
down for long.
The Vamp quirked his head to the side and drew in a
breath. He glanced past Emma but didn’t move.
Strange.
He took in another breath. “Can’t smell you. What are
you?”
She flipped the knife, blade up. “The last thing you’ll
be seeing tonight.”
Driven
to write, Lynn Rush often sees her characters by closing her eyes watching
their story unfold in her mind. Lynn Rush is a pen name that is a combination
of two sources – Lynn, the first name of her mother-in-law, who passed away and
Rush – since the author is a former inline speed skater and mountain biker. All
of Rush’s books are dedicated to Lynn, her namesake, and a portion of the
proceeds benefits cancer research and awareness.
Rush
holds a degree in psychology from Southwest Minnesota State University and a
master's degree from the University of Iowa. Originally from Minneapolis, Rush
currently enjoys living in the Arizona sunshine by road biking nearly 100 miles
per week with her husband of 16 years and jogging with her two loveable
Shetland Sheep dogs.
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