Evil's Unlikely Assassin
An Alexis Black Novel
Book One
Jenn Windrow
Release: June 6, 2017
Genre : Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Muse It Up Publishing
ISBN: 1771279222
ASIN: B06XH9ZFD4
Number of pages: 290
Word Count: 80K
Cover Artist: Erica Petlit Designs
Tagline: Sometimes it takes evil to kill evil
Description:
Vampire Alexis Black is on a mission - to rejoin the human race.
Coerced into signing an ironclad contract by an Angel-with-attitude, Alexis must hunt down and assassinate at least one vampire, werewolf, or creepy crawly every night for fifty years to become human again. Too bad the contract didn’t mention the badass vampire who now rides shotgun in her brain, insatiable bloodlust, or her new I-hate-everything-with-fangs sidekick. If she can fulfill her end of the bargain, her humanity is restored, if not she will be destroyed.
But when a revenge-seeking bloodsucker threatens her city, Alexis must risk everything to ensure there’s a humanity to return to. Since her vampire nature is her greatest weapon to defeat the monsters that threaten her friends and future, Alexis must choose to accept her inner beast or watch those she loves die.
"Evil's Unlikely Assassin is a promising urban fantasy debut that features all that's great about the genre--action, attitude, and ass-kicking."
-Jaye Wells, USA Today bestselling author of The Sabina Kane and Prospero's War series
Excerpt:
Tonight’s job
had me sitting in a shadowy corner of a dead-end dive watching the unfortunate,
the hopeless, and the degenerate. Had I known this is how I’d be spending my
one hundred and seventy-third birthday, I would have called in sick.
had me sitting in a shadowy corner of a dead-end dive watching the unfortunate,
the hopeless, and the degenerate. Had I known this is how I’d be spending my
one hundred and seventy-third birthday, I would have called in sick.
An aging
cocktail waitress hustled to over-serve society’s misfits. An ex-con, a dealer,
and an addict pissed their lives away at the far end of the bar. A trio of
prostitutes circled the room, their knock-off stiletto’s clicking on the wooden
floor. And a single cockroach scurried for cover before being squashed.
cocktail waitress hustled to over-serve society’s misfits. An ex-con, a dealer,
and an addict pissed their lives away at the far end of the bar. A trio of
prostitutes circled the room, their knock-off stiletto’s clicking on the wooden
floor. And a single cockroach scurried for cover before being squashed.
How would the
humans feel about me, the vampire, hiding in their shadows?
humans feel about me, the vampire, hiding in their shadows?
One of the
battered bar stools toppled, throwing its occupant to the filthy concrete. The
man, in a faded red and black flannel shirt, picked himself up off the floor.
Dingy jeans slid down his hips, revealing a pair of boxers far past the
expiration date for a wash. He bumped and weaved his way through the crowd,
ignoring the spilled drinks and curses he left in his wake, and cut a crooked
but determined path right to my table.
battered bar stools toppled, throwing its occupant to the filthy concrete. The
man, in a faded red and black flannel shirt, picked himself up off the floor.
Dingy jeans slid down his hips, revealing a pair of boxers far past the
expiration date for a wash. He bumped and weaved his way through the crowd,
ignoring the spilled drinks and curses he left in his wake, and cut a crooked
but determined path right to my table.
He collapsed
into the booth next to me, blocking my only chance at escape. “How’s ’bout a
drink?”
into the booth next to me, blocking my only chance at escape. “How’s ’bout a
drink?”
I wrinkled my
nose at what had to be three days’ worth of sweat and grime, raised my bottle
and sloshed the liquid from side to side. “Still nursing this one.” I focused
on a faded picture of the Blues Brothers nailed to the wall and hoped he’d take
the hint. A sharp tap on my shoulder told me this guy was either clueless or
didn’t give a shit. My money was on clueless.
nose at what had to be three days’ worth of sweat and grime, raised my bottle
and sloshed the liquid from side to side. “Still nursing this one.” I focused
on a faded picture of the Blues Brothers nailed to the wall and hoped he’d take
the hint. A sharp tap on my shoulder told me this guy was either clueless or
didn’t give a shit. My money was on clueless.
“What’s your
name, sexy?”
name, sexy?”
Oh how I wanted
to ignore his question, but the last thing I needed was Mr. Drunk and Stupid to
cause a scene and blow my cover. “Alexis.”
to ignore his question, but the last thing I needed was Mr. Drunk and Stupid to
cause a scene and blow my cover. “Alexis.”
His
grease-coated fingers played “Get the Buggy” up my arm. I slapped them away
before they got past my elbow. “How’s ’bout we get to know each other better?”
He gave me a lopsided wink and ogled my breasts.
grease-coated fingers played “Get the Buggy” up my arm. I slapped them away
before they got past my elbow. “How’s ’bout we get to know each other better?”
He gave me a lopsided wink and ogled my breasts.
When he looked
at me, he saw what every other human did, a twenty-three year old, petite
brunette with large, light blue eyes. But if he leaned in close, he would see
what lurked below the exterior, something sinister and scary, with sharp fangs
and a deadly personality.
at me, he saw what every other human did, a twenty-three year old, petite
brunette with large, light blue eyes. But if he leaned in close, he would see
what lurked below the exterior, something sinister and scary, with sharp fangs
and a deadly personality.
About the Author:
Jenn Windrow loves characters that have a pinch of spunk, a dash of attitude, and a large dollop of sex appeal. Top it all off with a huge heaping helping of snark, and you've got the ingredients for the kind of fast paced stories she loves to read and write. Home is a suburb of it's-so-hot-my-shoes-have-melted-to-the-pavement Phoenix. Where she lives with her husband, two daughters, and a slew of animals that seem to keep following her home, at least that's what she claims.
Jenn's Urban Fantasy, EVIL’S UNLIKELY ASSASSIN won the RWA Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal (FFandP), “On The Far Side” writing contest in July 2014, top 5 in the RWA Desert Rose, “Realizing the Dream” writing contest, and finaled in the Houston Writers Guild annual writing contest in April 2014. It was also selected as first runner up in Writers Type’s First Chapter Contest in April 2013.
Her Paranormal Romance, STRUCK BY EROS placed first in the RWA’s Golden Pen Contest, third in the Ruby Slippered Sisterhoods Make it Golden contest, and fourth in the West Coast Romance Writers Beacon contest.
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