Evil's Unlikely Assassin:
An Alexis
Black Novel
by Jenn Windrow
Release:
June 6th 2017
Publisher:
Muse It Up Publishing
Cover
Artist: Erica Petlit Designs
Genre:
Urban Fantasy
Tagline: Sometimes it takes evil to
kill evil
BLURB
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.
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"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
Blood and Orgasms – An Alexis Black Short Story
I needed
blood and an orgasm. Not necessarily in that order. At least that’s
what Nathan’s been telling me for weeks. I guess even best friends can’t
stand a moody bitch.
Good
thing I’m a girl who likes to multi-task.
I allowed
Nathan to tart me up in a black dress so low-cut, one wrong move would expose
my not-very-abundant assets. We headed to a local human hot spot, and walked
past a line of scantily clad woman and wanna-be Rico SauvĂ©’s.
Once
inside, he sat me down at the bar and pointed his finger in my face.
“Alexis Black, you’re not getting off that stool until some unlucky sod agrees
to take you home and shag you senseless.”
Sheesh.
“It’s not going to take all night. We’ll be out of here before you know
it.” I waved him off.
“Well,
aim high, don’t hop on the first one that comes your way.” He
rubbed my shoulders. “Relax. You’ll scare away all the good ones.”
He gave me a peck on my cheek and wandered off in search of his own pulsing
vein.
Ten
minutes. Thirty minutes. Fifty minutes. Not one man
approached me. I pulled a compact out of my purse and checked my
reflection. No food in my teeth. No objects in my nose. No fangs.
My
stomach rumbled at the smell of the blood pumping through the humans on the
dance floor. So enticing I had to grab the bottom of my stool to keep from
snatching someone for a quick bite. Next time I shouldn’t wait to long to
feed, but I liked drinking blood as much as I liked sitting in this club.
A tap on
my shoulder, and my night was looking up. I tuned around to meet my lucky
admirer. The man behind me made my lips droop. Now I was really depressed.
Mr.
Mustard Stained Tie and receding hairline pointed a ring-clad finger at my half
empty glass. “Can I get you another?”
I was
about to tell him no, but then I saw Nathan’s desperate nod from across the
room. Damn. I’ve officially reached a new low. I pasted an
overly enthusiastic smile on my face. “I’d love that.”
He pulled
out a stool and almost toppled over trying to climb on. I grabbed his arm and
helped him into his seat. This evening was turning into a disaster. I
still needed blood, but I think the orgasm might be out of the question.
I looked at my only option for the night, a dead ringer for Joe Pesci in the
Goodfellas. The orgasm was definitely out of question.
For ten
minutes I forced myself to listen to the overeager human try to impress me with
his less than stellar achievements in life. Bored. Hungry.
Uninterested. I’d had enough. “Want to go somewhere private?”
He opened
his mouth to say yes, but before the word fled his lips Mr.
tall-dark-and-oh-my-god walked up. He grabbed my hand, pulled me from my seat,
and rescued me from what was sure to be a walk of shame. We passed
by Nathan, whose cheeks were nice and rosy from his liquid dinner. He
gave me a thumbs up.
I
followed my last chance for the night like horny teenager to a two-story red
brick walk up. After he opened the door, he gestured for me to go ahead of him.
The room I entered was solid white. White walls, white floors, white couch,
white leather armchair. And that was all.
The door
slammed. The lock clicked. I turned and my mouth fell open.
Mr. tall-dark-and-oh-my-god was now sporting a pair of solid black wings and a
mischievous smile.
Things
were not going as planned. "Who are you? What are you?"
"Caleb.
Angel."
He
gestured to the couch. “Sit. Please. Alexis.”
The words
weren’t a request, and I don’t like to be told what to do. “Not gonna
happen.”
“Fine.”
He walked over to the chair, pulled his wings in tight and took a
seat. “You may remain standing.”
I walked
over to the couch and sat down.
He let
out a small laugh like I amused him. “What a predictable creature you
are.”
“Since
eating you and fucking you seem to be out of the question, what do you want?”
He
adjusted the crease of his tailored black pants and the cuffs of his starched
dress shirt. “I have a offer for you. An offer that will change
your undead life.”
Author Info
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 (FF&P),
“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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