Immortally
Yours
Argeneau
Book
26
Lynsay
Sands
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Avon Books
Date of Publication: 9/26/2017
ISBN: 9780062468956
ASIN: 0062468952
Number of pages: 400
Tagline: Irresistible chemistry
and thrilling suspense combine in this electrifying new installment in New York
Times bestselling author Lynsay Sands’ Argeneau series
Book Description:
One hundred and twenty-five years
is a long time to nurse a crush. That’s how long it’s been since Beth Argenis
first met Cullen “Scotty” MacDonald, and he instantly became the star of her
most X-rated dreams. Back then, he was rescuing her from a Rogue Immortal. Now
Beth’s a Rogue Hunter—a damn good one. She doesn’t need saving anymore, despite
what Scotty thinks. What she does need is the fierce, wild desire that finally
erupts between them.
Scotty has hesitated to claim
Beth as his own. But one explosive kiss confirms what he’s long suspected:
She’s his life mate. But Beth is tough, fearless, beautiful…and in immortal
danger. Unless he wants to lose her forever, he’ll have to rethink everything
he once believed about love and destiny as well as confront an enemy who’s
terrifyingly close.
Chapter
One
"Tybo, it's
time to move," Beth said into her headset as she watched the garage door
drop closed.
"And thank
God for that. We've been camping out here all night in the cold and mud. I'm
done in," came the complaint over the headset.
"We all
are," Beth said grimly. "So quit your bitchin' and move into position
or I'll come find you and kick your arse."
"God, Beth,
I love how your accent comes out when you're annoyed. It's so Eliza
Doolittle." Tybo's voice was smooth and full of laughter this time. It
made her suspect he'd complained just to get a reaction out of her, especially
when he added, "I like it best when you talk dirty. It just revs my
engine."
"Dirty?"
she asked with surprise.
"Ummm
hmmm," Tybo crooned. "You said arse."
Beth covered the
mouthpiece of her headset as a bark of laughter slipped from her lips. She
hadn't worked with Tybo long, but was quickly learning the man was a character.
Shaking her head, she removed her hand from her mouthpiece and said, "Stop
flirting with me, you cheeky bastard, and move into posit—"
A choked sound
and the rustle of cloth from her earpiece made her stop talking and listen
instead before she said, "Tybo? Tybo?"
Beth paused a
heartbeat to wait for a response, and then said, "Valerian? Do you see
Tybo?" Silence was her only answer.
"Ah
hell," she muttered. Slipping out from behind the tree she'd been using
for cover, Beth started moving quickly in Tybo's direction. She had the dart
gun she'd been issued in one hand, but her sword in the other. It was the sword
that saved her. Before Beth reached the spot where she'd ordered Tybo to take
cover, the dart gun was abruptly kicked from her grip. She never saw it coming,
but reacted instinctively, sword hand coming up and swinging hard even as she
turned toward her assailant. She caught him at the base of the throat where it
met his shoulder. The blade went deep, slicing better than halfway through his
neck.
Beth yanked it
out, grimacing at the sucking sound it made. She watched the man topple
sideways to the ground, and then quickly wiped the blade off on her attacker's
coat before grabbing up the dart gun she'd dropped. Shooting him with it to
ensure he didn't heal and rise too quickly, she then turned and continued
forward. Beth found Tybo on his back in the mud some twelve feet from where
she'd been attacked. There was a knife in his chest.
"You should
have moved when I told you to," Beth muttered as she bent to tug the
ivory-handled knife from his heart. He didn't open his eyes and sit up at once,
but she hadn't expected him to. He'd need some time to heal. Beth reached into
the satchel hanging at her side, pulled out a bag of blood and then opened his
mouth. She had to massage his upper gums briefly to get his fangs to slide out,
but then she slapped the bag to them.
Leaving Tybo
where he lay, Beth straightened and glanced around before continuing along the
path. Valerian had been positioned another thirty feet ahead in the woods
surrounding the house. She found the hunter exactly where she expected, also
with a knife to the heart. As she removed it, Beth noted that it was a
duplicate of the knife that had been in Tybo's chest.
Tossing the
blade aside, Beth slapped a bag of blood onto Valerian's fangs as well before
turning to peer through the bushes at the house they'd been watching since just
after sunset. It had been empty by the time they'd got their orders from
Mortimer at the Enforcer house and made their way here. The inhabitants, a
rogue immortal and his minions, had already been gone by then, probably to hunt
up new victims. Beth, Tybo, and Valerian had sat here awaiting their return for
most of the night and now it was almost dawn, but a few minutes ago a van had
pulled into the driveway. The garage door had opened, the van had pulled in,
and the door had closed without them ever seeing how many people were in the
vehicle. Which was why Beth had ordered Tybo to approach the house. They needed
to know how many rogues they were dealing with and what the situation was. It
was vital to their approach. If there were innocent mortals who needed saving,
for instance, it would affect how they handled everything.
It seemed,
however, that their presence hadn't gone unnoticed, and one of the returning
rogues had managed to slip out unseen and sneak up on them. Her question now
was whether that was the only one. Had the newly turned rogue just been sent
out to check around and happened upon them? Or had they been spotted and he was
sent out to take care of them? And if so, how many others, if any, were out
scouring the trees surrounding the house, looking for them? Aside from whether
there were innocents around, Beth also needed to know many rogues were inside
besides Walter Simpson, the master rogue of this group. Unfortunately, getting
those answers and doing anything with them would be hard since her entire, and
very tiny, team was now incapacitated except for herself.
Cursing under
her breath, Beth took a quick glance around and then moved to the nearest tree
and swiftly climbed up into the branches. She settled on a large, sturdy branch
fifteen feet up, took a moment to be sure that she had a good view of the
surrounding area and that no one could sneak up on her, and then slid her cell
phone from her pocket.
Mortimer
answered on the first ring. "Problem?"
About
the Author:
Lynsay Sands is the nationally
bestselling author of the Argeneau/Rogue Hunter vampire series, as well as numerous
historicals and anthologies. She’s been writing stories since grade school and
considers herself incredibly lucky to be able to make a career out of it. Her
hope is that readers can get away from their everyday stress through her
stories, and if there’s occasional uncontrollable fits of laughter, that’s just
a big bonus.
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