Hi everyone –
Thanks for having me on
the United by
Books blog!
Night Thief is my new novella in the
Night Series, featuring my immortal Night Walkers.
What are Night Walkers?
They’re similar to vampires, but
they’re descended from the Mayans. Kane,
the hero in Night Thief, is one of the original Night
Walkers, born into immortality, and he would tell you that Night Walkers
are in the mortal world to uphold and protect it.
He would also tell you that
immortality is not a gift. Eternity
is a
responsibility.
Here’s the blurb for the
book:
After the fall of the
Mayan civilization, Kane, an immortal Night Walker, has taken refuge in France
for over 800 years. The modern world holds
little interest for him until the night he meets the Golden Thief and is robbed
of much more than his pocket watch.
Marguerite Rousseau
is living a double life. By day she is the assistant to an eccentric French
artist, Antoine Berjon, and by night she dons elegant
evening gowns to woo French dignitaries before lifting their
wallets.
Sparks ignite when
Kane captures the thief, but Marguerite harbors a dark secret that could ruin
them both.
And here’s an excerpt… This scene takes
place after Marguerite has stolen Kane’s pocket watch and he tracks
her…
She wore her golden hair up in a
loose knot, with stray curls falling down her neck
and framing her large round eyes and high cheekbones.
Nothing about her was subtle or forgettable like a
thief should be.
When he took the watch from her
hand, he noticed a flush of color rising from beneath
the velvet choker on her neck. Enticing. “You are a flamboyant
thief.”
He never saw the slap
coming.
“How dare you!” Her hands balled
into fists at her sides.
Kane smiled and reached for her
hand, drawingher soft fingers to his lips. Her
struggles were nothing against his inhuman strength.
Pressing a cool kiss to her knuckles, he stared into her
eyes.
“Forgive me for being so rude,” he
murmured.“You are the most lovely, delicate,
and beautiful thief I have ever
seen.”
This time, he caught her other wrist
before herslap made contact with his cheek.
Her bright blue eyes widened. “Let me
go.”
“Not yet.” He tipped his head
slightly. “I have aconfession to
make.”
“You?”
He released her. “I have been
watching you,waiting to make your acquaintance. I
wore my watch tonight hoping you might take it
from me.”
A crease marred her brow.
“Why?”
“Because you intrigue me. I have
never met a thief quite like you.”
Her eyes searched his, and for a
moment, hethought she might apologize for
taking his property.
“I did not steal your watch.” She set her chin.
“Ifound it.”
Marguerite placed the watch in his
palm, and she closed his fingers around it.
Glancing at his hand, she frowned.
“Your skin is cold.” She released
him. “Are yousick?”
He shook his head. “I am
well.”
She went back to the table and
gathered her other treasures. “It is good fortune that
our paths crossed again so that I could return your
watch. Sadly, I will still need to find the other
owners.”
“We could give the items you found
to the police.”
“No!” She snatched up the satchel
and hid itbehind her skirt. He watched her
clear her throat and her composure returned with her
charm. “I could not trust another person with these
valuables. Tomorrow, I will go back and inquire with the
host to see which guests might be missing
their belongings. It is the
only way to ease my mind and know they
will be returned to their rightful
owners.”
“How thoughtful of you. With Le
Voleur D’orstalking the streets of Paris, they
probably fear their belongings are lost
forever.”
Her back straightened and her lips
pressedtogether as if she were a royal
princess. It was all he could do not to kiss her. What was
wrong with him? He should be angered, or in the
least, willing to turn her over to the
police.
His shoulders tensed at the thought
of an officertouching her.
She cleared her throat. “What do you
know of Le Voleur D’or?”
He stepped in closer to her and kept
his voice low. “I have been told she has golden
hair and her beauty is so blinding that no one notices her
pluck their wallets from their pockets. I also
understand that she charms her victims until they no longer
care that she has lightened their coin
purses.”
He tipped his head down. The scent
of her hair and the sound of her heartbeat enticed
him. Kane ached to taste her. Such an unusual woman.
He bit back his desire and whispered near her ear.
“Is my description far from the
truth?”
She met his gaze. The candlelight
flickered in the clear sea-blue of her eyes. “Perhaps
you were not charmed enough, Monsieur
Bordeaux.”
“In my rush to find you, I was
nearly run down by a coach.”
She glanced down at the watch in his
hand, thenmet his gaze again. “You do cherish
that watch.”
He bent closer to her, until his
lips nearly brushed hers. “It was not the watch that I
was after.”
Thanks again for letting me visit,
and I hope you were charmed enough to want more of Night
Thief!
Lisa Kessler
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