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Paranormal Romance / Steampunk
of Publication: March 4, 2013
of pages: 352 pages (also includes the ebook about Marley, The Inventor, for
the first time in print in the back of this book)
The Chosen: a prophecy older than dirt and
more dangerous than death. Even as they perfected steam-powered gadgetry and
rounded up varmints from Hell, the Jackson brothers didn't believe in it. But
when the chips are down, three brothers named for weapons aren't going out
without a fight...
A Walk On The Wild Side
Attorney by day, demon-hunter by night,
Remington Jackson is used to being on the sunny side of the law, even in the
Wild West. But it's showdown time, and Remy and his brothers are getting
desperate. They don't have the relic they need to slam the door shut on evil—so
Remy is going to have to find and steal part of it.
Enter China McGee, shapeshifter, thief,
beauty, and current prisoner. When Remy offers her freedom in exchange for a
little light-fingered help, she's pretty sure she's going to end the
association with a good old-fashioned seductive double cross. But there's
something about fighting through a jungle full of Mayan ruins that makes you
want to settle down together. China could change. Remy might be special. But
none of that matters if the devil takes them all...
Book Two of the Legend Chronicles
By Theresa Meyers
- Steampunk Romance
Winchester, Remington and Colt know the legends—they were trained from
childhood to destroy demon predators, wielding the latest steam-powered
gadgetry. It’s a devil of a job. But sometimes your fate chooses you...
Jackson isn’t interested in hunting nightmares across the Wild West—even if
it’s the family business. Unlike his rakehell brothers, Winn believes in rules.
As sheriff of Bodie, California, he only shoots actual law breakers. That’s
what he’s doing when he rescues the Contessa Drossenburg, Alexandra Porter, a
lady with all the elegance of the Old World—grace, beauty and class. And then
he sees her fangs.
isn’t just some bloodsucking damsel in distress, though. She’s on a mission to
save her people—and she’s dead certain that Winn’s family legacy is the only
way. Luckily, aside from grace and class, she also has a stubborn streak a mile
wide. So like it or not, Winn is going to come back with her to the mountains
of Transylvania, and while he’s at it, change his opinions about vampires, demon-hunting,
and who exactly deserves shooting. And if she has her way, he’s going to do his
darnedest to save the world
Book Two of the Legend Chronicles
They’re the Chosen—Winchester,
Remington and Colt—brothers trained to hunt down supernatural beings using the
latest steam-powered gadgetry. It’s a hard legacy to shoulder, and it’s about
to get a lot more dangerous…
A DEVIL OF A JOB
Colt Jackson has gotten his name on many a wanted poster
with success in the family business: hunting supernaturals across the frontier.
Lately, though, there’s a sulfur stink in the wind and the
Darkin population is exploding. A rift in the worlds is appearing. To close it,
Colt will have to do the unthinkable and work with a demon to pass arcane
boundaries no human alone can cross.
when he summons his demon, he doesn’t get some horned monstrosity: he gets a
curvy redheaded succubus named Lilly, who’s willing to make a bargain to become
human again. He also gets Lilly’s secret expertise on the machinations on the
dark side of the rift. And her charm and cleverness help to get them out of
what his silver-loaded pistol and mechanical horse can’t. Of course, when all
hell breaks loose, he might have to sacrifice his soul. But what’s adventure
without a little risk?
The progeny of a slightly mad (NASA)
scientist and a tea-drinking bibliophile who turned the family dining room into
a library, Theresa
Meyers learned early the value of a questioning mind, books and a good china
former journalist and public relations officer, she found far more enjoyment
using her writing skills to pen paranormal novels in the turret office of her
spent nearly a quarter of a century with the boy who took her to the Prom,
drinks tea with milk and sugar, is an adamant fan of the television show
Supernatural, and has an indecent love of hats.
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“So how are you planning on getting me out of here? They’ve got a price
on my head. And you ain’t a judge and now you’re stuck here in the pokey same
Remington Jackson’s eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and
determination. “You didn’t think I’d walk in here without an alternative exit
plan, did you?” he pulled the right side of his jacket back to reveal not just
a holstered revolver and gun belt filled with silvery bullets, but also a
couple of glass vials of clear liquid topped with cork stoppers.
China snorted. “It’s gonna take a lot more than that little bit of water
if you want to get through those adobe walls.”
He gave her an arch look. “It would, if it were water.” He picked up one
vial, and glanced at her. “But considering it’s nitro glycerin, I’m assuming
it’ll be much more effective. Toss that mattress up on its side and hunker down
behind it for cover.” She didn’t question, just did as he said.
Remington crouched down behind the mattress with her in the corner of the
cell, their backs to the bars as he threw the glass vial as hard as he could at
the outer adobe wall, then ducked.
The explosion rocked the jail, sending down a shower of dust and chunks
of brick. Miss McGee coughed, then frowned. “Blowing up the jail? That’s your
He shrugged. He really didn’t care what she thought of his methods. “It
works.” His life wasn’t a black or white proposition. It was more like a
smorgasbord. He took what he needed, when he needed it, to get the job done.
Being a Hunter, even part time, meant he didn’t always have the luxury of doing
things by the book.
Judging by the narrow-eyed look and pinched mouth on Miss McGee’s pretty
face, he’d been right to bring the iron bracelet along as a precaution. Colt
said she could change into many things, including a mountain lion, and he had
no plans of getting shredded to pieces on the way back to Tombstone.
Remington didn’t waste any time. He hustled Miss McGee out of the jail as
quickly as possible, helping her cross the rubble, aware that the sheriff and
half the town would likely be on their heels at any moment.
They dashed around the outer edge of the jail, and waited for everyone to
disappear inside. He grabbed hold of her hand. “Let’s go.”
He rushed to his horse, who was spooked by the explosion, and pulled the
reigns from the hitching post.
China’s mouth dropped open. “How are we gonna get out of here quick on
that? Don’t you have a mechanical horse like Colt?”
“No. Hate the damn thing. Now are you coming or not?”
China snapped her mouth closed and nodded. Remington mounted in one
smooth swift motion, then hauled the Darkin up to sit in front of him. Well,
really, given the confines of the saddle she sat more in his lap than in front
of him. She was far softer than he’d anticipated. Somehow Miss McGee’s prickly
exterior didn’t change how very feminine she felt. “Hold on to the pommel.” She
gripped it hard and he grasped the reins in each hand.
“Is this really necessary?” she growled as he kicked the horse into
“Until I have clear access to Diego Mendoza’s information, absolutely.”
That was a half truth. He could have just taken whatever she’d gotten from the
safety deposit box and left her there, but his gut had told him that wasn’t the
safest path. And if there was one thing Remington did, it was always listen to
his gut. Besides everything Colt had him meticulously research indicated a
Darkin was needed to access the hiding place of the missing pieces of the Book.
No, he didn’t intend on letting Miss McGee out of his sights any time soon.
He wheeled the horse around and sped up the hill, making quick tracks out
of Bisbee before anyone figured out what had happened and where they’d gone. He
didn’t stop or slow until Bisbee was out of sight over the rim of the hills.
“I can just give you the page. That’s all there was. No map. Not a decent
one anyway. Just a bunch of squiggly lines. No place names. No directions.”
With her right hand she reached beneath the edge of her leather jacket and
pulled a folded page of yellowed paper from the breast pocket of her faded pale
blue chambray shirt. “Here. Take it. Then you can just drop me off at the next
Remington smiled. She was just as anxious to get away from him as she was
to get back at Colt. He could tell by the nervous way she fidgeted. “No deal.
How do I know that paper will lead me anywhere?”
She shrugged, the movement causing her back and the curve of her
shoulders to rub up against his chest. Remington grit his teeth. He was a
Hunter, not a monk, after all. And despite the taint of being Darkin, she was a
“You don’t. But I don’t have anything else, so it doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, I think you have a bit more than that. You were working with Colt to
help find the lost piece of the Book Diego knew about, weren’t you?”
She heaved a sigh. “I don’t know anything.”
“That’s not what Colt said.”
A fine tremor worked its way through her body. Remington wasn’t sure if
it was anger or desire. There was an exceedingly fine dividing line between
hate and love and it didn’t take a whole hell of a lot to push some folks from
one to the other.
“Colt knows everything I do.”
“Yes, but he’s bent on finding Cadel’s piece of the Book my father hid.
That means I’m collecting you so you can help him find the piece Diego is
rumored to have uncovered.”
She twisted in his lap. The leather stretched across her finely curved
ass was not nearly enough of a barrier between them. Remington grunted. China
gazed up at him. “You’re trying to put the Book of Legend back together, aren’t
They started down the rugged hills surrounding Bisbee and Remington
weighed the option of telling her the truth vs. telling her only what he wanted
her to know. His gut told him to trust her when every bit of Hunter training
told him he was a fool to do so.
Something changed in her eyes. A flash of silver, like lightning
streaking across a stormy, cloud-covered sky. It was a breath-taking sight.
“I’ll help you on one condition.”
Remington was tempted to tell her she wasn’t exactly in a position to
bargain, but his curiosity got the better of him. In the courts sometimes what
people told you when trying bargain, revealed far more about their intentions
than they realized. “And what’s that?”
“If you do find all the pieces, I want to be there when you put it together.”
Remington frowned. “Why?”
“’Cause if what the Darkin legends say is true, it’s gonna be one hell of
In Remington’s opinion deals were made to be remade. He didn’t see the
harm in agreeing to it if it could get the information Colt needed out of her.
“Sounds like you have a personal stake in the matter. Is that true, Miss
She shifted uneasily. “You’ve got your
secrets, Hunter. I’ve got mine. Do we have a deal, or don’t we?”
usual fare, but a great book. I wasn’t
sure about this book from the blurb, but I loved it. Remington (great name) was a great hero. I love characters that a real, meaning they
this book 4 out of 5 clouds.
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