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If there is one thing eighteen-year-old Aurora Sky wants, it’s to get off the iceberg she calls home. Being kissed before she graduates wouldn’t hurt either.
Then a near-fatal car wreck changes everything. Government agents step in and save Aurora’s life in exchange for her services as a vampire hunter. In Alaska. Basically she’s a glorified chew toy. All thanks to her rare blood type, which sends a vampire into temporary paralysis right before she has to finish the job… by hand.
Now Aurora’s only friends are groupies of the undead and the only boy she can think about may very well be a vampire. And if he’s a vampire, will she be forced to kill him?
Aurora Sky: Vampire Hunter by Nikki JeffordSeries: Aurora Sky: Vampire Hunter #1
Publication: December 9th 2012
Genre: YA Paranormal
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Nikki Jefford is a third generation Alaskan who loves fictional bad boys and heroines who kick butt. She is the author of the Spellbound Trilogy and upcoming Aurora Sky: Vampire Hunter series. Nikki married Sebastien, the love of her life, while working as a teaching assistant in France. They now reside in the not-so-tropical San Juan Islands, 70 miles northeast of Forks, Washington.
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There was an electronic crackle, and a voice filled the room. “Welcome to initiation, Aurora. This test will last as long as you want”
I wanted out of this insane asylum. I rushed to the door and tried yanking down the silver handle, but it didn’t budge.
I turned. My eyes raced over every square inch of the enclosed room. There was a metal table in the very center. I walked up to it and looked down at the weapons laid on top: a handgun, crossbow, hunting knife, ax, and wooden stake.
The intercom crackled back to life.
“Once the subject has fed on your blood you will need to choose a weapon and finish him off.”
“What? No! I’m not killing anyone. Melcher? Let me out of here.”
“Now!” I screamed.
“Good luck, Aurora.”
I expected something horrible to occur after he signed off, but nothing happened.
I circled the table and kept glancing at the door. Trapped inside a windowless room with weapons that made my skin crawl. Fantastic. There wasn’t even a clock to track the minutes dragging by. If they planned on keeping me locked up for so long they could’ve at least put a chair inside.
I folded my arms over my chest and looked at the two-way mirror.
“What’s the matter with Dracula? Can’t find his cape?” I chuckled, but it sounded nervous.
I walked over to the far corner of the room and leaned my back against the wall.
There was a hollow knock at the door across the room. It pounded three times in succession, producing an eerie, drawn-out echo.
I wanted to crack a joke, but something didn’t feel right. My heart pounded its way up to my throat and I’d barely swallowed when the door flew open. A middle-aged man in flannel was thrown in. The door slammed shut behind him. He nearly fell on the floor, but caught himself. Long greasy hair covered his face as he bent forward. When he righted himself, I saw that his cheeks were sunken, lips bared over yellow teeth. He snarled and spit leaked out the corners of his mouth.
I stood up straight.
Cool excerpt. I like the sound of the this one.
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