- Campbell Hill Publishing
- Release Date
- November 2014
- Book 3 of Destiny Paramortals
"You vill meet a dahk dangerrous sttrrangah…" Aurora predicted at the Mardi Gras ball, and as if someone left their Swords of War video game on share in a parallel universe, he walked in. Conor de Sept Flambé, with his bronzed muscles and armored boots, the distinctive leathery tattoos across his shoulders, and two massive, deadly looking swords.
"Where did he get those swords?" Montana asked, drooling. She'd been unable to force her eyes away from him all evening. Then he'd walked across the ballroom floor, parting the crowd like Moses through the Red Sea, and asked her to dance. Turns out, he's quite the music lover.
He said he wanted to show her some of his moves. Right! Her Dinnshencha warrior wasn't born yesterday… There's more to this Knight than meets the eye—and he's already quite an eyeful—more to his appearance in Destiny.
With Paramortals losing their abilities, and dispositions going AWOL, Sheriff Jack Lang wants to know who will be left standing beside him when the Para-moon begins. If Flambé is what Jack thinks he is, their side might have a chance. If not, they'll be in deep… trouble. Where's an F-18 when you need one?
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