Night Watchers Book One
Sean Reilly never asked to be a vampire. But when he’s mortally wounded and turned during World War II, he uses his new abilities to fight evil as part of the Night Watch organization. He’s also called in when someone needs to be turned. Sean’s oath to never mix business with pleasure takes a hit after he changes a dying but extremely sexy Morgan Grady. Against his will he’s drawn to her, but her penchant for disobeying orders makes him want to file his fangs.
Morgan, a Los Angeles undercover police officer, never considered vampires might actually be real until she’s shot and left for dead...and awakens an immortal. But just because the hot and sexy Sean changed her doesn’t mean he gets to call the shots. She’s her own woman and plans to do what she always does and on her own terms—fight evil. When confronted with an entity bent on destroying them, Sean and Morgan must fight together, facing not only their enemy but also the terrifying possibility that they were meant to be together forever.
“I…I’m not like them. If I am, then you should have let me die,” she gasped.
Sean pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger and tried again. “I told you. They’re rogues. They look like they do because they’ve been eating the flesh of other vampires. They’re pure evil. They made the choice to be the way they are,” he insisted. “They sometimes eat humans if they can’t find something they like better, like a changeling. They never had to live like this…they’ve chosen to.”
When this didn’t sink in, he tried again. “When you change, you’ll look like I do. You’ll have glowing eyes and elongated incisors…you won’t be like…” He let his words trail away. She didn’t seem capable of listening right now. Morgan was shaking so badly she couldn’t move or speak. He was aware of her shock; it filtered through his senses like a jackhammer. For a moment, he felt compassion, but quickly tamped it down.
“Come on. We need to get back to the compound before your playmates get the nerve to try again. I’ll have someone ferret that bunch out and destroy them before they ravage the countryside.” When Sean took several steps away and Morgan didn’t move, he turned back. “Morgan?” he prompted.
She simply stared. Sean put his hands on either side of her face. The posture effectively trapped her against the standing stone. “I’m sorry. But this is the way it is. If you can’t deal with it, you can always stay outside and let the sun come up on you. I'm left with the impression it isn’t a particularly pleasant way for a vampire to leave this life. But that’s your choice.”