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Voodoo Priest: A Dark Urban Fantasy (Blaire Thorne Book 2) Ebook

Voodoo Priest: A Dark Urban Fantasy (Blaire Thorne Book 2) Ebook

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I’m Blaire Thorne, an assassin with powers… 

Even though I still have amnesia, I’m slowly getting to grips with my job as an assassin and a were-leopard I’m bound to (against my wishes, but he did it to save my life). 

Ralph has asked me to join him in bringing down a serial killer in Sterling Meadow who murders men with similar physical attributes, removes their internal organs and replaces them with a small voodoo doll.

As we close the case, my relationship with Sebastian develops, and I discover more about my past when I find myself in the middle of a nightmare.

A nightmare that could change everything … 

Voodoo Priest is a dark adult urban fantasy with a hint of romance.

Fans of True Blood will be transported into a new world where nothing is as it seems.

Reader discretion is advised, recommended ages 17+ due to language and sexual content.

Heat level (3 out of 5):🌶️🌶️🌶️

If you enjoy reading books from Ilona Andrews, Bella Forrest, Laurell K. Hamilton, K.F. Breene, J.R. Ward, or Shannon Mayer, you won't be able to put down the highly addictive Blaire Thorne Series.

 

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I currently offer chapter 1 to read and the short stories are for free. Therefore you should have a good idea whether you like my writing style or a particular series or not.

Because of this, I have a no refund policy.

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The ebooks are available as MOBI (for Kindles and its apps), and EPUB (for all other eReaders and the other store apps, such as Nook, Kobo, Google Play and Apple Books).

You can also find a couple of audiobooks.

Paperbacks available and shipped within South Africa only. A link to other platforms will be provided.

How do I get the book on my device?

You'll receive an email from Bookfunnel explaining how to download your book with a link to their Helpdesk. If you get stuck, email their customer service and they'll get you reading in no time. 

If you have more than one email address, you'll get the book sent to the email used at checkout.


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What payment methods do you accept?

The payment provider used is PayFast, who accept secure payment from anywhere in the world. Which means you can pay with your MasterCard, Visa, Debit card, and even Apple Pay.

 

 

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Chapter 1Prologue

Scout was sitting on my lap. She was so small and light that I barely felt her weight as I wiped away her tears. But, instead of tears, it was blood I was smearing all over her face.

I saw liquid in her ears, so I cleaned that, too; the tissue came away covered in the same maroon liquid. She blew her nose, and that, too, came away bloody.

I had to remain calm. Scout was bleeding everywhere, and I wanted to help her. I was trying to keep her feeling relaxed, but the blood was everywhere.

“Help me, Mommy,” she said, another red tear staining her cheek.

I held her small body tightly against mine. I pictured all the whiteness of my aura and pushed it into her, the cool, serene force of my power searching for the virus that was killing her. My strength finally found that hopeful spark and reignited it.

“It burns. You’re burning me, Mommy!” Scout cried out, her tiny fingernails digging into my skin.

A dark figure emerged from the shadows and towered over us. His large hands pried their way between our embrace; those dark hands were covered in soot. Black feathers danced in the air all around him and fell over us.

“Mommy, please don’t let him take me! I want to stay with you …” she said, her shrill cries echoing off the walls.

“No, you can’t take her now. I haven’t finished. I was helping her. No, no—please, not yet,” I cried.

But my pleas were ignored.

The clandestine figure opened his wings and scooped Scout into his arms. “I can protect her, Blaire. I am the only one who can take away her pain.”

“Nooo!” I screamed, but my scream was heard by no-one but the four walls of my bedroom.

My chest ached, my breathing was labored, and my tears flowed.

I climbed out of bed, blew my nose and washed my face in the bathroom.
Heavens, what the hell was that?

In the mirror, I saw a black feather lying atop my shoulder. I stared at the object, frozen by the thought of whoever the figure was still being here. But as I reached my shoulder to remove it, it was gone. I glanced in the mirror again, and it was no longer there.

A noise from my bedroom caught my attention. Something moved in the dark shadows near the curtains. My pulse thundered in my ears. With one hand curled around the doorjamb, I flicked the bedroom light on, but it was only the wind from the open window that was moving the curtain. I exhaled a shaky breath.

It had only been a dream, but it had felt so real. And even though it was just a dream, the smell of burned flesh was still wafting in the air.

The feel of my daughter in my arms had been comforting. She must have been six or seven years old in the dream, and my chest began to ache.

I missed her and wanted to see her again.


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