Huntress Rising is an urban fantasy story of mankind living
on the cusp of a new world. War and disease, a country in ruins, and near
extinction level populations, how do humans start over? What challenges do they
face, other than their own destructive nature? Certainly, no one anticipated
the catastrophe of coming under an attack by creatures from ancient times.
Humans had made several great leaps into the future
throughout the ages. The basic Neolithic nomads went from wandering to
gathering together in villages to grow and harvest crops. That, along with the
domestication of animals, brought safety and predictability. Eventually, as
populations increased, they required wooden or rock walls because those folks
over the hill were greedy. Priests, kings, and wars pushed civilizations to
even higher levels. Another major
advance began with the mechanical age to build fine, modern civilizations. Until bombs and disease brought it crashing
down.
Huntress Rising is the story of a time after the crash, a
grim age with a limited population and salvaged tools to pursue a new life. One
thing humans hadn’t expected was the arrival of creatures they had only heard
of in myths and stories. Vampires and werewolves had lived in secret for
thousands of years. With humans weakened by war, they thought their time to
rule had come. But humans, perverse creatures that they are, managed to rise to
the challenge. After all, any race that could destroy 99% of its own members
could certainly beat down a few beasts and blood suckers.
Once again humans found themselves gathering in villages
with walls. The battle raged across the wilderness of a vast unpopulated
country. Who were they, these new warrior’s for mankind? The protagonist of
Huntress Rising, Maat Ferris is one. Most of her family was killed by
werewolves. She’s a thief, self-proclaimed liar, and a pure terror in a fight.
She says of herself…
Maat Athena Ferris, werewolf hunter extraordinaire. I was
born during my mother’s Goddess period according to the aunt who raised me.
Maat is a simpler version of Ma’at, the ancient Egyptian goddess of justice and
order. Mom also stuck me with Athena, the mythical Greek warrior goddess. I’m
no goddess, but this Maat demands justice for our dead and maimed. I stand for
the victims and survivors of the obscene beasts ravaging the land.
Of course, every protagonist must have a challenger to
create a balance—and a romance. An odd romance since they’re both passionate
people engaging in a ferocious battle of wills. They try to kill each other
when they meet. That’s a pretty significant challenge to overcome. Right? Maat
says of Xavier…
Another man stood by the table. Dark hair, golden amber
skin, that one wore jeans and a leather jacket. No uniform, but he had the
tight, broad-shouldered look of a professional soldier. A big man, maybe
six-five, he carried solid bone and muscle on every inch. I drew a sharp breath
and tightened my grip on the Aries when he turned toward my hiding place. A
savage red scar ran from jaw line to ear on one side. The mark of a devastating
injury, it stopped shy of a generous, sensual mouth.
Huntress Rising’s country is fragmented. You have most
larger population centers in ruins and most power settled in two places.
Seattle in the far west and New Washington built in Virginia when the old one
became unhabitable. Only the distance has kept them from all-out war—so far.
In the east is Aaron Gannett, president and dictator of the
United States. According to Maat…
He was as popular as stomach ulcers and butt boils.
President Gannett has become controlled by a vampire.
Ruelle San Nicolás and old acquaintance of Maat’s. She says of him…
Long golden hair cascaded down his back in soft curls. His
tall, slender body had the muscular grace of a man in the prime of his life. He
was a beauty all right, and as deadly as any viper that ever slithered across
the earth.
In Seattle, a large collection of humans, vampires, and
werewolves are trying to live in peace and form a new government. No one knows
much about them except they have powerful radio broadcasts proclaiming the city
the new Capitol of the US.
The grand prize in Huntress Rising is a securely sealed
vault in New Mexico that holds the last five functioning nuclear missiles in
the world. The vampire and his sycophant president are desperate to get their hands on them. If he
destroys Seattle and New Washington, he can rule the world with three nukes to
spare in the unlikely case any other countries challenge him.
Maat Ferris, Colonel Xavier and others have found and stolen
necessary equipment to open the missile vault and destroy everything. They somehow must get it to New Mexico It’s a
race across the barren country with the vampire and his sycophant president in
pursuit. It’s also the need to unite strong alpha personalities who are
desperately subverting their urge to do battle—or fall in love.
Huntress Rising
Angel of Death
Book One
Lee Roland
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Wild Rose Press
Date of Publication: December 9, 2019
ISBN 978-1-5092-2887-4
ISBN 978-1-5092-2888-1
ASIN: B081DR5SBJ
Number of pages: 378
Word Count: 99, 281
Cover Artist: Debbie Taylor
Tagline: The Angel of Death is no angel, but a world in ruins needs her guns more than wings.
Book Description:
In a post-apocalypse world besieged by monsters, Colonel Xavier, a military man with a deadly temper, deliberately challenges Maat Ferris, a fierce, werewolf hunter. When Xavier meets Maat, he can't decide whether to shoot her or kiss her. There is no uncertainty in her. She promptly stabs him. His hot then cold attitude makes her crazy, and his tendency to protect her is even worse.
Unfortunately, the combative pair must join forces on a treacherous journey, across the bleak, barren country. Pursued by a dictator president and the vampire who holds him in thrall, they carry precious cargo that will give democracy seeking rebels a chance to remain free.
Maat and Xavier, true to their aggressive, passionate natures, must also battle their way through a most unusual courtship. Can their love grow amidst the destruction and rebuilding of a society under siege? Or will they kill each other first?
Excerpt:
Chapter One
May 18, 2085 A.D
Avalon
Agricultural Commune
Appalachian
Mountains
Christopher
worked his way down toward paradise. His tongue flicked in my navel and his
fingers had already reached the gate. The lantern’s golden light played across
our warm, flushed skin. I twisted my own fingers in his thick red hair, urging
him on to the heart of gratification. He stopped, raised his head, and stared
at me.
“What?” I didn’t
expect him to answer. Christopher never spoke. One of the other members here at
the AG Commune told me he could speak but wouldn’t because he was a Prime
Oracle. His prophecies always came true—and he hated it.
To my dismay,
Christopher rose from the bed, grabbed his robe, and drew it over his head. A
frantic knock sounded at the door. The knock came again, this time accompanied
by the voice of Julia, our leader Anolia’s young assistant.
“Maat? Maat, are
you there?”
I glanced at
Christopher, but his face remained impassive. The dark night terrified Julia.
What was she doing at my door?
“Maat? Maat,
please.”
Each word came
with a higher and more desperate note. Christopher gave me one of his sweet
smiles. Yes, I knew I had to answer.
“I’m coming,
Julia.” I rose, grabbed my own robe, tossed it on, and went to the door. Julia
jammed herself inside before it completely opened. She stood gasping, eyes
wide, and pale hands clenched tight around her lantern handle. She shivered,
even though summer had almost arrived, and it wasn’t cold outside.
“What is it,
Julia?” I touched her arm. She jerked.
She closed her
eyes and whispered a broken version of the serenity prayer. She didn’t seem any
calmer when she finished. “Anolia wants you in the chapel dining room right
now.” Julia blurted out the sentence like a single, multisyllable word.
“Why?” Anolia
often sent Julia on errands, but she wasn’t cruel. What caused her to send the
girl into the darkness she so feared? Julia shook her head, unable to continue.
She glanced over her shoulder toward the door. “I have to go.”
I wouldn’t get
anything else from her.
“Tell Anolia
I’ll be there soon.”
Julia nodded. I
opened the door and watched her lantern sway as she hurried up the path and
over the hill. After I closed the door, I turned to Christopher.
“Something’s
wrong. I better go see what she wants.”
Christopher
seized my shoulders with hands made strong by his work at the forge. His
fingers squeezed in a savage grip, and his striking face twisted in anguish.
“Take your guns,
Maat. Take your guns.”
He spoke with a
gravity that stunned me. He gave me a sweet kiss, and he too hurried out into
the night. Seconds passed while I recovered from the shock of hearing him speak
for the first time in over a year. Then I took his advice. I dragged my old
suitcase from under the bed and threw it open.
The scent of gun
oil and saddle soap filled the room. All my weapons lay there as they had for
the past two years while I’d lived in peace here at the commune. Regularly
cleaned, they patiently waited for the once familiar killing urge to strike
their mistress again. I pulled on well-worn, black denim pants and a knit
shirt, both softened with age. The supple boots that allowed me to tread softly
across most terrain still fit comfortably.
I’m tall, lean, and
have a moderately androgynous face. I’m not beautiful. Beauty is a blessing for
women who need it to survive in this dangerous post-war, post disease world.
I’ve never envied them, those lovely things with their smiles and sparkling
eyes. All I needed was a gun, a blade, and a little luck. I may even run out of
luck, but I kept my blade sharp, and my well-oiled guns didn’t age. The bullets
retained their devastating punch.
I pinned my mass
of unruly and not so lovely brown curls at the nape of my neck and wedged a
small sheathed knife into the knot. The .44 Magnum Rudra, loaded with high
impact silvers, the only ammunition I used, went into the unwieldy and
uncomfortable holster at the small of my back. A more accessible shoulder
holster carried a .45 caliber Aries under my left arm. I strapped a leather
knife sheath to my left forearm, so I could grab the hilt with my right hand.
I’d seen sheaths that buckled to the thigh, but I preferred my legs free, so I
could run better. Knowing when to run had saved me more than once.
I pinned my mass
of unruly and not so lovely brown curls at the nape of my neck and wedged a
small sheathed knife into the knot. The .44 Magnum Rudra, loaded with high
impact silvers, the only ammunition I used, went into the unwieldy and
uncomfortable holster at the small of my back. A more accessible shoulder
holster carried a .45 caliber Aries under my left arm. I strapped a leather
knife sheath to my left forearm, so I could grab the hilt with my right hand.
I’d seen sheaths that buckled to the thigh, but I preferred my legs free, so I
could run better. Knowing when to run had saved me more than once.
About the Author:
After twenty years in public service, Lee Roland retired to become a full-time paranormal romance and urban fantasy writer. Her first three published novels, the Earth Witches, series tells the stories of strong men and women who battle the evil hiding under the surface of the modern world. Lee hasn't always been a writer, but has always been a daydreamer, constantly making up stories and noted for rewriting her school day into happy endings when telling her mother. Winner of numerous literary contests and a Golden Heart nominee, she currently lives and writes with her beloved dogs and cats in North Central Florida.
Website https://www.leeroland.com/
Twitter https://twitter.com/LeeRolandM
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