The Chosen
The Legend Chronicles series, book three
Theresa Meyers
Genre: Paranormal Romance / Steampunk
Publisher: Kensington, Zebra
Date of Publication: March 4, 2013
ISBN-10: 142012126X
ISBN-13: 978-1420121261
ISBN-13: 978-1420121261
ASIN: B009L93H2E
Number of pages: 352 pages (also includes the ebook about Marley, The Inventor, for the first time in print in the back of this book)
Book Description:
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
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...
THE SLAYER
Book Two of the Legend Chronicles
By Theresa Meyers
Zebra - Steampunk
Romance
April 3, 2012
ISBN-10: 1420121251
ISBN-13:
978-1420121254
Brothers
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...
CHASING TROUBLE
Winn 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.
Alexandra 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
THE HUNTER
Book One of the Legend Chronicles
Book One of the Legend Chronicles
by Theresa
Meyers
978-1-4201-2124-7
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.
Except
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?
About the Author:
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 teapot.
A 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 Victorian home.
She’s 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.
Links:
Twitter: www.twitter.com/Theresa_Meyers
Website: www.theresameyers.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/TheresaMeyersAuthor
Click read more for an excerpt from The Chosen!
“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 as me.”
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 solution?”
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 motion.
“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 town. Deal?”
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 beautiful creature.
“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 you?”
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.
“Yes.”
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 a show.”
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 McGee?”
She shifted
uneasily. “You’ve got your secrets, Hunter. I’ve got mine. Do we have a deal,
or don’t we?”
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