Fate will not be denied.Faith should be crowned "Queen of the Wrong Place and Wrong Time." Her impulsive, solo trip to Paris seems like a genius idea – until she loses her way back to the hotel. In the rain. At night. When the two men she flags down for directions shove her into the nearest alley, she fears the worst.
Soren was irritable. Not surprising as he'd held off feeding as long as possible. The thought of feeding from someone he knew turned his stomach, and so he ventured above to become just another body in the chaos of Paris. But when the cries of a female in distress reach his ears, everything inside him demands he protect her, and he is unable to hide the true nature of his species.
Soren has no choice but to keep her and bring her to his underground city. It doesn't take him long to realize why he'd been drawn to Paris, to that street, that alley...Faith. She is the other half of his soul. Admitting the truth to her could damage the fragile connection they built, but when an old enemy, lurking in the dark attacks, they are separated. Now, he may never have the chance.
This woman had wrapped her arms around him last night, slept at his side, then she'd thanked him for a promise he would keep, if only because he wanted her willing, eager, and...
That damn turtleneck again. Her cozy cotton illusion of protection had been a barrier against him from the beginning. Did she think him the kind of man who would forget a promise overnight, a beast who took what he wanted? Fine. If she held such a low opinion of him, who was he to disappoint her?
He threw off the covers and rolled of bed. The hunter inside him had awakened, and he had a target.
“Soren? Her voice brimmed with uncertainty. She had nowhere to go, and in two backward steps, collided with the wall.
Picture frames rattled around them as he slammed his palms hard against the wall on each side of her head. Her lips parted, and a panicked gasp escaped. Head ducked, he took her lips in a searing kiss. He held nothing back, pouring his desire, yearning, and his very soul into kissing her, loving her.
Her hands touched his chest hesitantly, and he growled low in his throat, taking a step closer. She pulled away, but only for a second. Sliding her hands over his chest and around his shoulders, she kissed him back. Tugged greedily at his lips with hers, pulling him closer.
Afraid of what he would do if the slow burn she ignited got out of control, he kept his hands on the wall. He'd never shared a kiss this wild and consuming. Desperate to touch her, he curled his fingers against the wallpaper. Had he already gone too far?
She pressed herself flush against him, and he hissed, grasped her hips, fingers spread wide. The heat of her body beneath his fingertips nearly did him in, but regretfully, he collected himself enough to pull away from her.
She gripped his shoulders, struggled to bring them together again. He was able to keep their bodies apart, but unwilling to break the frenzied kiss. He had to end this, and fast.
As he slid his hands over her hips and up her rib cage, he took her shirt, moved higher with his hands. The heels of his palms grazed the sides of her breasts and she gasped for air only to take in his tormented groan.
Tearing his lips from hers, he pulled her shirt over her head, returned for one more delicious kiss, then turned on his heel and walked away.
“I'm burning this damn thing,” he growled, holding up her turtleneck as he left the room. The door slammed shut behind him.
Wearing only her bra and jeans, she stood in his home, stunned. He had to put distance between them, but he'd only made it through the door. With her shirt wadded in his hand, he'd stuttered to a halt. He'd kissed her. God, how he'd kissed her, and he wanted to march right back in there and do it again.
With a curse, he strode to the nearest trash basket. The soft thump announced the turtleneck had reached the bottom.
His heart belongs to one woman, his life to another.Keir didn't exist. Not anymore. The Lady of Galbraith had saved him from death. Forever indebted to her alone, Keir had become her confidant, her spy, her assassin. He was her secret weapon against those trying to remove her from power. When Keir is ambushed by a pack of demons, he used the last of his strength to return home and warn the Lady of impending danger.
To say she was stunned when a dying man fell to her feet, was an understatement. For the first time in her life, Cleo acted on instinct and without hesitation – their lives now undeniably bound together. Her single act of benevolence left her reeling, confronted with the knowledge that a stranger had more care and consideration for her well-being than her own family.
Political upheaval is sweeping through the city of Galbraith, splitting alliances and stoking discord. When Cleo is abducted, taken in retaliation from the side she's chosen, only Keir can get her back. And he will, even if he must start a war.
Demons are not the only enemy among them...Waking from a seven year healing sleep should have been the biggest shock of Navarre's night. It was not. The brave female standing before him was, without a doubt, his fated mate. That wasn't the stunner either. She'd been sent here to feed him, to bring him back and restore his strength, risking her life to save his. Still, not yet the biggest surprise. What had Navarre reeling was her red hair. She was decidedly not his kind.
Cat had responsibilities. Five, to be exact. The children in her care were not hers, but she would do anything to protect them, and that meant staying in Balinese. The evidence of her mixed species was something she could not hide. As this city belonged to Navarre, only he has the authority to allow her to stay. Cat willingly faces her greatest fear, and with it, her past.
Beneath the night, a dark plot unfolds, and Navarre finds himself in danger of losing not only Cat, but his entire city.
When the enemy is your mind, there is no escape.Bette feared the city, and for good reason. Valenna had become corrupt, targeting citizens with any substantial amount of wealth or power to their name. Her self-imposed solitary confinement caused her to lose track of time, and her sanity. She could no longer live this way. Only three solutions existed: allow Valenna to dictate her fate, die in the sun, or flee to the fabled city of peace. Bette ran.
Rollin was a Guardian. His job defined his life, the man he'd become, and his core beliefs. Everything he did was in service to the city of Balinese and the citizens within. When a terrified female crashed into his arms, begging for help, he did not hesitate. Everyone and everything seemed to frighten her, except Rollin. He took her home, and once safe under his protection, she began to flourish.
Problem was, in her plea for sanctuary, she claimed a demon chased her toward Balinese, but none had been found. His affection for her grows rapidly, as does his concern over her lie. Then, the arrival of a demon forces Rollin to question his beliefs, his place among the royal family, and the motives of the woman he so lovingly sheltered.
Prepared to die...fighting to live.
Savard was in a mood to die, but when a human insists on saving his life, death is no longer an immediate option. He knew of no species – human, vampire, or demon – that could see him while in his invisible Spirit form. Unique to this world, this woman's singularity was a danger to the entire vampire race.
Waking behind bars in an underground vampire city was not how Sera envisioned her night drive ending. She has come to expect nothing from those who pass through her life, but this man, dying on the side of the road, proves to be different. Savard fights to free her from tyrannical vampire laws and to hide her unique abilities. What Sera doesn't understand, is why he would fight his growing love for her.
Savard's haunted past threatens to tear them apart. Soon, Sera discovers just how far her guardian is willing to go, and what he's willing to do, to keep her safe.
He had every intention of crossing a line. 
If your book was made into a film, who would you like to play the lead?
I think a young Mark Wahlberg could pull off playing Jake. I can't think of anyone else who could be a fully capable SWAT member, and absolutely adorable the instant the crisis is over.
Dulcina? Nope. I truly can't think of a known female actress capable of pulling off her amazing and talented physical capabilities and no nonsense attitude. But then, I don't watch movies like I did once upon a time. There may be someone out there who fits the part perfectly. Any suggestions?
Anything specific you want to tell your readers?
Book 7 will be Jovan. Jovan doesn't like to cooperate, he does everything his way without remorse, and he's got a lot of explaining to do. He's been wayward for far too long, and it's time he found focus, a cause worthy of his abilities. Love.
How did you come up with name of this book?
This is the only book, of the many future works in progress, that I had ever considered changing the title. From the first scene in my head for this book, I called the story Night Stalker. The more I wrote, chapter by chapter, the better the title fit. This book is the first leap into the Stalker world, the rules, the limitations, the other Stalkers, the body guy. By the time I reached the end of the book, my placeholder title became extremely relevant. Dulcina is a Stalker, only able to function as such above ground at night, and she is dedicated to her profession.
What is your favorite part of this book and why?
I absolutely love that these two fight over Jake wanting to rub her feet. In his admission of being stir crazy and needing something to do with himself, Dulcina realizes how alike they are, and she truly doesn't know what to do other than give in. It's a fantastic scene, and I love seeing their underlying similarities laid bare.
Are your characters based off real people or did they all come entirely from your imagination?
I like working off an image, so whether it's an actor or picture from a random magazine, there is a face to the character. Their personalities, while I might steal quirks or speech patterns from real people, are completely created from my imagination.
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story?
It's a total hijack, and that's fair. It's their story. Every once in a while I have to give them a gentle nudge. I might need something specific to happen in one book to accommodate a necessary event in the next book, but getting to that point is usually all up the character. So far, they have not disappointed.
Have you written any other books that are not published?
Several. The next five in the series are mapped out very well, but they are not yet compete. Their time will come. I also have a few other stories lurking in the back of my mind that hope to see the light of day.
What did you edit out of this book?
Surprisingly, not a tragic amount of content. What did get cut were memory flashes of Jake and Rita's relationship on their SWAT unit. They live in my head, but the scenes did not have a logical place in the story. Just know they had each other's back, Rita was tough as nails, and Jake typically spoke with a sucker in his mouth.
Jen Colly is the rare case of an author who rebelled against reading assignments throughout her school years. Now she prefers reading books in a series, which has led her to writing her first paranormal romance series: The Cities Below. She will write about anything that catches her fancy, though truth be told, her weaknesses are pirates and vampires.She lives in Ohio with her supportive husband, two kids, and four rescued cats.
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