Re-Release of Books 1 & 2 of
The Gates Legacy
Series
Release Date:
November 20, 2014
Genre: FICTION
/ Romance / General / Paranormal
ISBN
e-book: 978-1-61213-284-6
Book 1: Hunted
Deep in the heart
of New York City’s netherworld, a horrible disease is ravaging the vampire
community. The VampireCouncil is on a crusade to obliterate those infected, and
Harrow Gates is target Number One. The unwitting source of the plague, he
suffers from the same nightmarish symptoms as his victims. The world he'd been
thrust into was cold, cruel, and intent on eradicating him, and the legions of
afflicted vampires he created with his bite.
A bounty hanging over
his head, satisfying his hunger has become an enormous challenge for Harrow.
The less he feeds, the more hideous and painful his lesions become. Constantly
running for his life and learning new tricks to survive, Harrow is in no
position to refuse when Pritchard Tack offers him a unique opportunity.
Pritchard not only
gives Harrow a new beginning, but also a purpose and a chance to rectify the
chaos he created in the vampire world. However, the multi-billionaire has an
agenda of his own.
Jordan is a reluctant
new vampire and a woman on a mission. After the demise of her family and her
own transformation at the hands of Goran, the ruthless leader of the Vampire
Council, her only focus is revenge. Constantly faced with one frustrating
dead-end after another, a stroke of luck leads her to an underground facility
that she suspects is the lair of the monster for whom she is looking.
Upon learning more
about the truth behind the secret bunker, Jordan must fight against her growing
feelings of friendship and concern for the facility’s inhabitants. One man in
particular threatens to pull her heart away from her sworn mission. There is
something behind Harrow’s dark lenses that unsettles the hardened female. Once
again, she trembles and hungers for something other than red-stained revenge.
Is love strong enough to override her hate-fueled thirst for vengeance?
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Release Date:
November 20, 2014
Genre: FICTION
/ Romance / General / Paranormal
ISBN
e-book:
978-1-61213-286-0
Book 2: Tormented
Within the Tack Enterprises group of
underground fighters, Tor Burns is one of the few non-infected vampires committed
to saving his diseased comrades from the vicious clutches of the Vampire
Council. He is the meanest, strongest and most impulsive member of the team.
Having survived a vicious attack in their underground facility, he now has a
new purpose: guard the irresistible daughter of their fallen leader no matter
the price. Armed with an abrasive personality and fierce loyalty, Tor
approaches this new responsibility with serious determination despite his
reservations.
Infected and
hunted by the Council, Allison Tack is unable to do as she pleases. A co-heir
of the Tack fortune, this beautiful and timid vampire is guarded by those loyal
to her father. A walking target wherever she goes, Allison wants to learn how
to protect herself, but no one is listening. Sick of being the helpless one in
the company of trained fighters around her, Allison vows to prove that she can
fight alongside the best of them.
Meanwhile, the
harem leader, Melissa, is hell-bent on unraveling any clue about her son
Demetrius’ fate. He disappeared without a word, and time has made her desperate.
Stepping up her efforts, she seeks the help of Demetrius’ son, Zane. With the
additional manpower, Melissa finds the lair of the suspected vampires and wages
war against them.
Thrown together by
necessity, Tor and Allison can’t continue to deny their attraction to each
other. Tor wants to give in to his feelings for her, but old demons resurface.
Tormented by a dark secret, Tor must confront the past to prevent losing the
best thing that ever happened to him.
A life must be
given for a life taken. Will Tor have to sacrifice himself before Allison pays
the price?
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Lorenz Font
discovered her love of writing after reading a celebrated novel that inspired
one idea after another. She is currently enjoying the buzz from her vampire
novels Hunted and Tormented, the first
and second book of The Gates Legacy Series, Indivisible
Line, a romantic thriller, Feather Light, an erotic
romance and Pieces of Broken Time, a military romance.
Lorenz’s perfect
day consists of writing and lounging on her garage couch, aka the office, with
a glass of her favorite cabernet while listening to her ever-growing music
collection. She enjoys dabbling in different genres, with an intense focus on
angst and the redemption of flawed characters. Her fascination with romantic
twists is a mainstay in all her stories.
Lorenz lives in
California with her husband, children, and two demanding dogs. She divides her
time between her full-time job and her busy writing schedule.
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"Idea of these kind of vampires is really interesting and
structure of this vampire race have so many possibilities.
I liked how there
was so many amazing characters and you could fully get absorbed to minds of
each of them." - Arabella, Goodreads Review
"What
a great sequel and I'm just looking forward for a third book. I'm so intrigued
to see what will come next. You will love this book if you like this genre it
is just that good." - FS Meurinne, Goodreads Review
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Excerpts—HUNTED
#1
The surprise attack rendered Harrow helpless on the ground
with his arm locked to the joint, her knee resting on his neck in a chokehold.
“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” Jordan roared,
her amber eyes blazing with unspoken fury. Harrow gritted his teeth as he tried
to break from her hold. She was strong, he had to give her that, and she’d had
the element of surprise on her side. Harrow felt his breath sputter when she
pressed her knees harder. He wouldn’t dare strike a woman, but desperate
situations called for extreme measures, so he did something he thought might
work.
Mustering enough power despite the choking sensation
spreading across his body, he moved his hand fast before she could react, and
the ball of his palm smacked her right across her forehead in between her eyes.
The loud crackle of bone meeting bone resonated in the room, and Jordan stumbled
back, her knee releasing Harrow’s neck. With a quick acrobatic move, Harrow
jumped to his feet. Jordan recovered at once and poised herself to attack.
They faced off, lips curling back to expose their fangs and
their growls reverberating in the small room. They circled, moving from side to
side, sizing each other up.
“You’re a lousy people-person,” Harrow said.
He inclined his head to get a better look at her. Eyes
fixed on her, he absorbed all that he could as waves of anger rolled off her.
She was a few inches shorter than he was, a tall woman with her flaming-red
hair tied in a ponytail. Her amber eyes were blistering with fury as she glared
at him, not hiding her distaste for his sudden appearance. She was stunning,
with her soft features, freckles dusting her face, her small mouth, and full
lips that peeled back to expose her fangs and perfect white teeth.
#2
Jordan backpedaled away from the vampire she believed to be
infected with the disease that has been causing havoc in their world. Humans weren’t
safe from the wrath of the disease either. Every single one who was bitten was
guaranteed to catch it on contact.
She recognized the man she’d seen a few days before, but he
seemed different now. He was emaciated still, but he cleaned up pretty well.
Though his eyes were murky and disconcerting, she knew he could see her well
with the way his head inclined while he watched her.
She saw the myriad emotions flicker in the man’s eyes when
their gazes locked. If one’s eyes were the mirror to one’s soul, this man had
everything out in the open for everyone to see. Pain, torture, mortification,
loathing, weakness, and desire—and yet, he held his head high as he stood
before her. A primal growl tore through him, and she jerked farther away.
Repulsion was a natural reaction, but she felt another unusual emotion tug from
within. No, it couldn’t be. Not pity or compassion. There was no room in her
life for trivial emotions. She was a woman on a mission. The core reason for
her existence was all that mattered.
#3
Harrow looked up at the sound of her footsteps, his eyes
unfocused. His sunglasses were on the table, and his eyes were almost opaque in
color when they settled on her. He sat up on the bed.
“Jordan, please go away.” He hissed and moved back when she
approached. Her movement was slow and calculated. She was unwilling to startle
him into action.
“Darling, I need to draw blood from you,” Jordan said, as
if appeasing a crying child with sweet offerings.
His fangs were incredibly long. She wasn’t sure if she was
imagining it, but she thought she saw them throb right before her very eyes. It
had been almost two weeks since he’d last fed, and it looked like he had
reached his limit.
Harrow licked his dried, chapped lips and inched away from
her. The lesions on his arms, legs, and around his neck were raw, almost
glowing red and had grown bigger. He gritted his teeth as if to dispel the
demons of his disease. Jordan was certain it had something to do with the
burning pain from the wounds as well as the pang of hunger. Starvation was a
tough opponent, because it would eat you up alive and spew out your carcass
after it finished you off.
“Make it quick, because I’m trying hard here.” Harrow
appeared bone tired, his tone weary as he held out his arm after he made sure
she was wearing gloves. “Move fast,” he reminded her as he eyed her jugular.
The pulsing clearly began to excite him.
“I know you won’t hurt me.” She kept her voice low and held
his arm. He was burning hot, and she felt like her hands would melt on contact.
Harrow rested his arm on his thigh as she tried to keep her hands steady.
Harrow drew in a deep breath before exhaling with a curse.
“Hurry up, Jordan.”
Once she stuck the needle into his skin, Harrow hissed and
began twitching again. After she filled the evacuated collection tube with
blood, she pulled out the needle and applied a little pressure to the entry
site with her finger before taping it up.
“Get out now!” he screamed. “Now!”
Before she stepped away, she held his gaze for a moment and
whispered the words she’d been dying to tell him.
“I love you, Harrow.”
Time stood still as soon as the words were out of her
mouth. Harrow’s breathing slowed, and his twitching ceased for just a moment.
“I love you more,” he said. “But please, get out of this room now.”
He didn’t scream the order, he whispered it as if it was a
last ditch effort before he turned savage. Jordan walked out the door, which
Leroy held open for her. Her heart was aching, but at the same time, it was
soaring. How could her heart sing and lament at the same time?
#4
“Jordan, for Christ’s sake, don’t look at me like that.
Hell . . . I want you like I’ve never wanted anyone. But this isn’t happening.”
Harrow pursed his lips, and she could imagine his internal battle. He touched
her face, his thumb fingering the contour of her mouth. “If I have to cut off
my hands to keep them from tearing your clothes apart, I will do it. I have
nothing to give you but this damned disease. It’s not a gift I want to give to
the woman I love.”
Jordan felt her desire evaporate under the blast of temper
that flared inside her. How could he tell her he loved her when he hardly
knew her? Hell, he wouldn’t even take her when she had all but thrown
herself at him.
Jordan sprang away from him in one quick move, wrenching
her trench coat across her body and walking away. She wanted to hide the hurt
he’d inflicted on her and block the thrilling sensation of his hands on her
skin from her memory.
“Love me? Damn you, Harrow,” she cried. She
attempted to pick up her weapons, which no longer held the invincibility they’d
once offered. Her feet were heavy underneath her, telling her that it was wrong
to walk away.
Just like that, Harrow was next to her, gripping her elbow
and turning her to face him. “Jordan, how can I make you understand?”
Desperation was written all over his face.
“What am I not getting here, Harrow? It’s clear that you’re
playing with me. You wanted to see how I’d react, didn’t you?” she screamed.
Unable to stand still, she yanked her arm out of his grasp, torn between
wanting to rip his clothes off and walking away.
“Look at me, Jordan,” Harrow ordered. When she didn’t look
up, he asked again. “Please, look at me.”
She did, although her whole being was already geared to run
away from him as fast as she could. He was quicksand, waiting to suck up her
whole body and soul. If she wanted to salvage whatever was left of her pride
and her heart, leaving was the smart thing to do.
“Look at me. As much as I want you, being with me will
condemn you to a life of pain and suffering. If you hate where you are now, you
have no idea how much worse it would feel to be in my shoes. I don’t want this
for you, Jordan. Please believe me.”
#5
“Harrow, what’s going on?”
Jordan’s voice finally penetrated his clouded mind, and he
righted himself. He eased his hold on her waist enough for her to stand on her
own, not that she’d needed his help. He was the one who felt like he was going
to crumble any time. Harrow didn’t let her go. He couldn’t. If sniffing her was
the only thing he could do, he would inhale all of her like the dog he was.
“Y—you are so . . . beautiful.” He stumbled through his
words. His eyes drank every single bit of her like she was a vintage wine,
including the sediment, every little particle he could get.
Jordan let out a sigh of relief before she braced her hand
against his chest. “I think you ought to look in the mirror. I have never seen
a man as gorgeous as you are.”
That made him smile despite the boogie-woogie that was
happening inside. He felt like a grand perv because he wanted to touch every
single part of her body and dip his hand in between the mounds staring back at
him, covered halfway by the off-shoulder knockout she wore.
“Jesus Christ, Jordan. You’re perfect.” He let his eyes
linger on her bosom. Harrow did what he knew she’d allow him to do and ran his
mouth along the side of her neck, skimming, touching close enough to taste.
“Oh, Lord, you’ll be the death of me.”
Jordan seemed jazzed by the lavish attention. She arched
her back, willing her body to meet his demands right that very minute.
Excerpts—TORMENTED
#1
Allison held onto his neck as tight as she could, and they
both fell on the mattress, Tor landing on top of her. She didn’t let go, even
though the weight of his body was heavy on her small frame.
“What the hell are you doing?” Tor shouted as he pushed
himself up, but Allison locked her legs around his waist, trapping him.
“Doing what I want to do,” she answered and moved her mouth
to his. She felt his breath catch in his throat, and a look of terror crossed
his face. This reaction was not what she had hoped for, and his rejection hurt.
Tor moved his mouth away like she was offering him poison
instead of herself. “You’re insane.” He held her shoulders with restraining
fingers before he pushed her body away, despite her resistance. Her strength
was no match against his, and he set her aside like a ragdoll, unwanted and
rejected.
He stood, his dreadlocks falling over his shoulders.
Looking at her with disgust, Tor’s nostrils flared before he stalked out the
door, slamming it shut. The silence that followed was deafening. Allison was
left stunned and unable to move, her eyes stinging with tears of humiliation.
What had she done?
#2
“Ally,” he whispered.
She jerked when he used her nickname. Tor had always been
formal around her, so the last thing she expected was this show of tenderness.
It sounded almost like a term of endearment, which only made her tears flow
faster.
“Damn these tears!” Allison complained.
“There’s no shame in crying. Your feelings mean that you’re
alive.”
This was a side of Tor she’d never seen before. Allison was
certain she saw concern . . . and maybe something more. She’d give anything to
get inside his mind, but she doubted he’d tell her what he was thinking even if
she asked.
“Crying means I’m weak, too,” she whispered.
By this time, her body was drained of energy, and her sobs
had become unstoppable. Allison went to her bed and laid down, facing the wall
in an attempt to hide her face, even though she was too tired to care if Tor
stood there and watched her. She was tired of it all.
“Do you want me to keep you company while you sleep?” he
asked.
She thought about it. No matter how much her mind told her
to say no, she nodded her head. “I want you . . . to hold me.” There it was,
out in the open. Allison closed her eyes and waited.
She expected Tor to argue or, at the very least, to stomp
out of the room. What he did was more than she had dared hope for. There was
the dull thud of shoes being toed off, and then the bed dipped under his weight
when he lowered himself beside her. Tor folded one arm around her shoulder and
slid another under her waist. “Sleep, and I’ll be right here with you,” he
whispered in her ear.
Allison took a deep breath and closed her eyes, unable to speak
for fear of ruining the moment.
#3
Allison’s gaze never wavered. She saw the good man in Tor,
just as she had since she’d first laid eyes on him.
“Allison, I want you so much. You have no idea how hard it
is to say no to you. But I’m not the man you want to be with. I don’t have
anything to offer you. I—”
“Stop! Don’t tell me who is right for me and who I have to
live without. Let me decide what I want. If you don’t want to be with me, then
be a big boy and tell me. But don’t ever tell me what to do.”
“I want you and want to be with you, but—”
“I don’t want to hear what comes after the ‘but.’ If you
want me, then be with me. We’ll work through this together.”
“Come here,” he said, pulling her up onto her feet and
cradling her on his lap. Tor snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her
close. Pressing his lips against her hair, he said. “Are you sure you want to
ride the tide with me?”
“I’m an excellent swimmer. Didn’t I tell you that?”
#4
“A penny for your thoughts.” Allison snuggled closer, and her
sweet scent drew him out of his silent ruminations.
“You.” Tor lied, not willing to drag her into his cesspool
of thoughts.
“Liar.” Allison smiled and snuggled closer.
He slid his arm around her naked body and felt her body
shudder. Ahh . . . the result was always good. Why were vampires attracted to
scents like the moths to light? It was always her scent that drew him out,
every single time.
“We’d better get ready. My five o’clock meeting was
confirmed.” Despite her words, her hands were already gliding south, and Tor
knew that her five o’clock would just have to wait.
With a huge grin, he sunk his face into her neck. She
arched to give him full access. Delighted, he let his tongue glide over her
creamy skin. Wherever this led them, the possibilities were endless. This was
just a warm and eventful start to their evening.
#5
“Hey, what are you doing here?” Tor asked, walking closer.
He reached out and touched her shoulder. Her muscles were tense and hard.
Allison pivoted, and her eyes gave her emotions away.
Without answering, she launched a mean, right-handed slap across his face, and
he staggered backward.
“That’s for leaving, you stupid, stupid man!”
For once in his life, Tor was out of wisecracks. He stared
at her, stunned and at loss for words. Touching his cheek, he could still feel
the sting. He’d screwed up.
“I’m sorry . . . I didn’t mean to leave just like that. I—I
got a little carried away.” Tor had no idea how to do the whole apology thing,
but he tried.
Allison shook her head. “Do you know how it feels to think
I might lose you? I lost Daddy already. Please don’t put me through that kind
of hell again.”
Her plea tore at his heart. He had forgotten to consider
her feelings.
“Ally, I apologize . . .” He moved closer, aching to touch
her.
“I don’t think I’d live if I lost you.” Allison closed the
distance between them and wrapped her arms around his waist.
Closing his eyes, Tor breathed in her scent and thanked his
lucky stars he hadn’t blown his chance with her. “You won’t. I’ll be with you
until you’re sick of me.”
“If you ever pull a number like that again, I swear I’ll
kill you myself.”
Atta girl! That was the Allison he had come to love.
“I won’t give you a reason to get rid of me.” He tugged at
her arm and directed her to the door. “I want to show you exactly how sorry I
am. Let me make it up to you.”
Allison stopped walking and turned to face him, her eyes
narrowing. “And how exactly are you going to do that?”
He waggled his eyebrows and grinned. “You’ll find out . . .
in the bedroom.”
