Jude Magdalyn Henries lives what many would call an unconventional life.
Orphaned at birth, raised by nuns, a teenage runaway living on the streets… she now earns a living at odd jobs, including one as a fake tarot card reader. Very little about Jude’s life appears normal, by any scale. When she accepts a gig to do a private reading, unconventional takes on an entirely new meaning.
Life as she knows it ends when she’s thrust into a world she never knew existed—one filled with magic, vampires, and her beloved New Orleans on the verge of an underground war. To make matters worse, she's got two men in her life vying for attention, Williams and Theo. Both call to a different part of her, but one scares her just a little bit. Can she step up to the challenges set before her and make the right choices for the greater, which may or not be the greater good?
What do you do when you know you’re going to die? What final actions do you take, what thoughts go through your head, what do you feel at the last? Do you hide and hope and pray it isn’t the end? Or do you fight until the bitter end, taking your enemies with you, doing what you can to finish your mission in life?
I stumbled down the hallway, one a hand on the wall to keep my balance. I hoped someone had thought to bring Bridget, because there was something seriously wrong with me. It would be like me to die right when I got my life straightened out.
I managed to make it to the end of the hall without falling, getting hit in the ribs, or walloped upside the head. I slid around the corner, pausing for a moment to catch my breath.
“There you are. Let’s see if you’re really willing to die for these damn animals.”
I turned in the direction of Hart’s voice, ducking at the last second. His fist went through the wall with a sickening thud and my stomach turned over at what that would have done to my head. I slipped under his arm, pushing up from the floor to run in the direction of the war.
If he wanted to kill me, that was fine. Nothing new, but the bastard had to catch me first.
I ran blindly, turning, then turning again. I scrambled up stairs, chased by Hart’s screaming. I needed to be going down and the only direction I could find was up.
Of fucking course.
I slammed through the first unlocked door I found and into the middle of hell.
The wind knocked me to the ground and I lay there stunned for a moment. Arrows fell in a constant, burning rain around me. One of Hart’s men took an arrow and burst into flames. I covered my ears, trying to block out the screams.
They were louder than anything else going on.
Someone grabbed and wrenched my arm upward, snapping my shoulder out of joint. Pain came so fast and brilliant I could barely breathe, never mind scream. Hart’s face twisted into a mask of fury and hate as he spun me around to face him, pushing me toward the edge of the building.
I heard a voice below call for the archers to hold their fire and the rain of arrows stopped. My hair whipped around my face, the wind scraping my skin raw. Hart leaned in close and even then he had to scream to be heard over the wind.
“Let’s see how well you fly, witch.”
I gripped his shirt with my one good hand and leaned backward. In any other situation, the look of disbelief on his face would have been priceless. “Let’s see.”
And we fell.
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L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. Titles written include New Moon Rising, Shades of Gray, the first novel in the Jude Magdalyn series, as well as Hole in the Wall, a Jude Magdalyn short. She is currently at work on Taken. She makes her home in Florida with one two cats—one smart, the other an idiot.
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