Malakai is a Sentinel. Immortal, lost, lonely.
Haunted by a cruel past, Malakai lives for the day he
gets to reunite with his long, lost love. One night and a chance encounter with
a woman with familiar golden-brown eyes gifts him with the opportunity he's
waited centuries for. But not all is as it seems.
Carmen is the spitting image of the woman he once gave
up everything for. Unfortunately, she's not the person he remembers. A mortal
with little memories of the history they shared, her unexpected arrival can
only mean one thing: a trap.
Years of running from his servitude to the Abyss,
Malakai is pushed against a rock and a hard place. Give up his freedom to save
the woman he loves or lose her to the Custodians of the Abyss.
He sacrificed his very soul for her once, but a cruel
twist of fate brought them together again. With tragedy looming over the
horizon, his only hope lies in conceding to the Custodian's demands. But will
it be enough this time? Or will their ill-fated reunion end in more heartbreak?
A Stranger of the Night is a paranormal
romance novella with no HEA.
Carmen skidded to a stop, reaching for the doorknob.
Heavy footsteps on the other side of the door halted her arm halfway to the
frame. Her heart thumped against her ribcage, pounding in sync with the thump,
thump, thump of the footfalls quickly coming in her direction.
She jumped away from the door as if it had caught
fire, backing up toward the seating area, her gaze never leaving the wooden
frame. Three more thumps and he or she was there, turning the knob, gently at
first and then with more determination.
Her heart dropped straight down to her feet. She was
moments away from meeting whoever was at the other side of the damn door. And
she still had no clue if he or she was a threat to her.
Based on how the night before had gone, she wasn’t about
to assume they had her best intentions in mind. Her gaze bounced from side to
side as she searched for something to use as a weapon. There wasn’t much to go
on, but she settled for a lamp sitting on a nightstand on the other side of the
Carmen darted toward the bed and crawled over the
mattress to the other side. Picking up the lamp, she yanked the cord out of the
socket and whipped around to face the door just as it opened. The echo of
footsteps reached her ears before she spotted a figure step into the room.
She wielded the lamp like a sword, raising it in front
of her as if its presence would ward off evil, protect her even. It wouldn’t do
shit, she knew that much. But if it bought her a few seconds to get past the
threat and out of the room, that was enough.
His height caught her attention first but didn’t hold
her focus for long as her gaze moved down his bulky form. Long strands of blond
hair fell around a pair of wide shoulders. He wore black from head to
toe—jacket, top, pants, and boots. The color contrasted with his unusually pale
She would’ve thought the man handsome had she not been
He halted halfway inside the room and shifted to face
her; his stance casual but guarded.
Carmen’s stomach dropped right down to her feet as she
took in those familiar features. He observed her with a brilliant set of green
eyes—eyes she’d only seen in her dreams.