The island of Sinos. Strategically positioned between Greece and Turkey, this small Mediterranean isle is a relic of the past--an old Turkish stronghold fortified by the Nazis during World War II. Now it has become a prison for political offenders from the Greek mainland. A fortress of grim solitude and secrets, Sinos is the last place anyone would voluntarily enter--but deep sea diver Jack Savage has little choice. After losing his boat in a suspicious explosion, Savage is approached by shipping magnate Dimitri Aleko. The multi-millionaire has taken an extreme interest in Savage's background as a Royal Marine Commando and his expertise in underwater sabotage. Aleko also has a job for Savage: masterminding the ultimate breakout... For on the prison island of Sinos, one man holds the fate of thousands in his hands. And Jack Savage is the key to unlocking that fate.

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After the sharp-eyed Jay and the roaring Lion, peace will come on Dove's gentle wing.

The deadly battle between ThunderClan and ShadowClan is over, but the aftermath still echoes around all four Clans. As Dovepaw grapples with the knowledge that there are realms—and cats—her senses cannot reach, Jayfeather and Lionblaze are determined to figure out how StarClan could have allowed this fight to happen. Jayfeather soon finds the answer in the darkest of places, and he and Lionblaze prepare to do whatever they can to staunch the flow of evil into ThunderClan.

The ties that bind the Clans are slowly breaking in the face of the greatest threat that the warriors—and the warrior code—have ever known. As leaf-bare closes its grip upon the territories, Jayfeather, Lionblaze, and Dovepaw realize just how close the battle is, and how far they are from being able to succeed. And before the prey can run again, one more cat will be lost to the fight.<

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All her life, Takala Rainwater hoped to find the mother who'd abandoned her and her sisters. But she'd never expected the woman to be a shadowy double agent in the spy-ridden underworld. Nor did she anticipate falling for the very vampire who wanted her mother destroyed.

Like his name, Striker Dark was ruthless...and the sexiest thing Takala had seen in both worlds. Her white-magic power—and her willpower—was defenseless against him. But Takala didn't know the long-dead passion she roused in him could end her mortal life. For centuries, Striker had denied himself human blood, but now Takala had resurrected that bloodlust...and only hers would satisfy him....<

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The halo hunter[HTML_REMOVED]s shoulders hit the wall, the back of his skull thudding rather loudly from impact. Samandiriel held him with ease—and one hand—about the neck. The hard knob of an Adam[HTML_REMOVED]s apple gulped against his palm. Mortals were startlingly delicate.

To the hunter[HTML_REMOVED]s favor, he didn[HTML_REMOVED]t kick at him, but merely hung calmly. The mortal[HTML_REMOVED]s pulse banged beneath his palm. Quite a unique feeling. Samandiriel had no pulse.

"You[HTML_REMOVED]re… second… seen…"

"Stop mumbling, human," Samandiriel said. A leather messenger bag strapped over one of the hunter[HTML_REMOVED]s shoulders revealed its contents. He sorted through the dozens of clanking halos in the bag, but couldn[HTML_REMOVED]t resist asking, "Second?"

"A–angel," the hunter croaked.

"That you[HTML_REMOVED]ve seen? Well, aren[HTML_REMOVED]t you lucky? Most mortals never get to see such a thing. Do you marvel over me?"

"Uh, sure. M–marvel."

One halo glowed, but before Samandiriel could touch it, he felt a prickle of awareness, brought on by an intruder approaching from behind.

Turning, and keeping the halo hunter pinned to the wall, he thrust out a hand to stop the person who approached. The simple gesture slammed the intruder against the opposite wall. Apparently more willful than the halo hunter, this one dropped to her feet and came at him again. The tiny female flashed a sneer and wielded ineffectual fists before her.

"Vinny…okay…"

The woman stood straight, dropping her fists, evidently understanding the hunter[HTML_REMOVED]s abbreviated reassurance.

Before she could dodge, Samandiriel placed the heel of his palm against her forehead. A flash of her memory assaulted his brain and he grasped a very pertinent detail about her.

"Vampire?" He made a fist to swing—

"No!" The hunter squirmed and now he did kick, but only managed a knee to Samandiriel[HTML_REMOVED]s thigh. "She[HTML_REMOVED]s not dangerous!"

Bouncing on her fancy high heels as if ready for the next swing, the vampire in question quirked a brow and huffed, disagreeing with the assessment of her lacking danger. "Another angel?"

"Others have been here before me?" Samandiriel asked the hunter. "That[HTML_REMOVED]s right, I[HTML_REMOVED]m the second." He loosened his grip to allow the man to slide to the floor and stand of his own volition. "Where is the other? What was his name?"

"Zaqiel. He[HTML_REMOVED]s dead now. But the vampires—"

"Are summoning the Fallen?" Samandiriel spoke the knowledge he[HTML_REMOVED]d pulled from the vampiress. "You can verify that is true?"

"Yes, tribe Anakim," said the hunter. "But she[HTML_REMOVED]s not with the bad vampires. She[HTML_REMOVED]s with me."

Samandiriel assessed the twosome. He read the mortal hunter[HTML_REMOVED]s confidence, yet the man maintained a healthy respect for the divine. While the female, who seemed to match his cockiness, possessed an innate fear of him that held her at a distance. He did not fault her vampirism. Hate was not in his arsenal. But he would be cautious. He[HTML_REMOVED]d not dealt with a fanged one in the short time he[HTML_REMOVED]d walked the earth.

Shoving his hand into the messenger bag, Samandiriel claimed the one halo that glowed blue and held it before him. "This one is mine."

"I can see that."

"Luck in your quest, mortal. And you." He turned to the vampiress, who backed against the wall. He placed a palm against her forehead and strained the details of the angel sum–monings from her. She knew much. It was information he needed.

Vampires had summoned him to earth?

His original goal to stalk his fellow Fallen in order to win his return Above remained. However, with vampires in the mix, now he[HTML_REMOVED]d have to change tactics.

The hard–driving rock anthem blasted a sexy, moaning chorus that enticed Cassandra onto the dance floor of club Schwarz. She didn[HTML_REMOVED]t understand a lot of German, but the lyrics didn[HTML_REMOVED]t matter. The beat thundered in her heart. Warm bodies dancing close by brushed her skin and, at times, matched her rhythm with a sexy rotation of hips.

The club decor was black, covering everything from the walls, tables, ceiling, glasses and goblets (including the drinks in clear glass) and bathrooms. The lighted floors flashed white squares and illuminated most, and the sparkles in the black paint shimmered as if it was a midnight sky.

She loved this club, and it had been too long since she[HTML_REMOVED]d been here. After completing the angel sculpture something had compelled her to get out of the flat and let loose. It was high time she kicked her lacking social life into gear.

She[HTML_REMOVED]d lost track of her date but wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t overly concerned. Marcus wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t exactly a date. The guy down the street had asked her out a dozen times and she[HTML_REMOVED]d finally succumbed. A little too tug–the–tie for her—though she did find his glasses sexy—he was probably at the bar nursing a vodka neat. He was a computer tech at MasterSysteme, yet it was apparent Marcus had no idea how to let loose after hours. He refused to dance, telling her to go off and enjoy herself.

Constantly on guard was her normal MO, had been since she was a teen, so learning to let loose once in a while had become a necessity to her survival.

Flipping her long black hair over her shoulders, she toyed with the red–and–white ribbons her hairdresser braided within the strands every other month. She didn[HTML_REMOVED]t like the idea of dreads, so the ribbons added that something extra she wanted in the style.

Sashaying sideways, a gorgeous dancer with dark stubble that emphasized his square jaw followed her gyrations. They spun and bumped hips and shoulders in fun play. He had a sexy smile, but she[HTML_REMOVED]d seen him making out with a blonde earlier beneath a black steel nude bent over the archway that led to the private rooms. She couldn[HTML_REMOVED]t abide double–dipping.

The beat changed, relaxing, and the dance floor sighed as couples paired up, while lone figures swayed to their own design.

Not ready for a break, Cassandra danced closer to the edge of the floor where the lighted tiles flashed. It was cooler here, and she knew she[HTML_REMOVED]d worked up a good sheen of perspiration, because she could smell her spearmint body lotion.

Smiling, because she smelled like a stick of spearmint gum, Cassandra realized this particular let–loose night had been a long time coming. It felt amazing forgetting.everything.

There was so much to forget. Dark things. Evil things.

Impossible things. But only for the night. After a decade of training, she[HTML_REMOVED]d never completely let down her guard.

Casting her gaze about the shadows lining the dance floor, she stopped herself from surveillance with a mental slap to her wrist. Just dance. Enjoy some mindless fun! But her vision landed on a man who stared at her.

The hungry look wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t new. She caught men staring at her all the time across the stacks or a research table in the library. So the Stevens sisters were hot—as she[HTML_REMOVED]d often heard men comment—so what? What she looked like on the outside was vastly different from her insides because, Glory Hallelujah, no one wanted to deal with her baggage.

Still, she[HTML_REMOVED]d never refuse interest. And tech guy would understand. Hell, Marcus was still nursing that vodka. And was that a bespectacled redhead with whom he was conversing animatedly?

"Ditched so soon?" It was difficult summoning irritation. They looked like a great couple. "Go for it, bloke."

Moving along the dance floor, she noted her observer continued his intense task. The man gave new meaning to chiseled features. Every part of his face—square chin, straight long nose, smooth forehead, pale yet strong mouth—called for notice, and then combined to form an overall captivating result.

Sexual allure spilled from his pores like pheromones she could actually see. The melting look in his eyes oozed over Cassandra[HTML_REMOVED]s skin. All he was doing was standing there! Had to be a celebrity. The club was famous for them, though normally the celebs did not turn her head. She wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t into paparazzi or the materialistic lifestyle.

A crisp white dress shirt strained across the man[HTML_REMOVED]s chest like tight sheets on a bed. Cassandra imagined running her fingers across the white fabric and putting a few wrinkles in it for good measure. Wrinkled sheets sounded inviting tonight.

Because seriously, she[HTML_REMOVED]d known she and Marcus wouldn[HTML_REMOVED]t mesh the moment he[HTML_REMOVED]d suggested the opera as his first choice for the evening.

Crooking her finger, she invited her mysterious observer to join her. He navigated the crowded dance floor with an ease that belonged to fictional characters, like the brooding vampire in a Gothic novel, and matched her slow, sensual dance moves as if trying to mirror her. A little awkward with the hips, but he was at least on the beat.

Obviously not a dancer, but she didn[HTML_REMOVED]t care. His focused attention shimmied over her skin, feeling like warm rain. And he was all hers. No one else in the room stood in their air.

Mercy, but she[HTML_REMOVED]d been too deeply enmeshed in her own projects and worries lately. The world was putting out men who resembled Hollywood warrior gods? She[HTML_REMOVED]d been missing out.

But not any longer.

Turning and swaying before him, she invited his hand to her hip and held it there with hers. He leaned in to smell her hair. Vanilla shampoo, combined with her spearmint body lotion, mixed a sensual combination. He stroked her hair and drew out his hand, trailing a red ribbon along his forefinger. A tilt of his head and a sweet smile displayed his wonder over the decoration.

Cassandra shrugged and winked. She wanted to nuzzle her nose against his neck, divine his scent and whisper an invitation, but she wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t pushy, and she wasn[HTML_REMOVED]t a tease.

All right, so maybe a bit of a tease. But she[HTML_REMOVED]d come here with another man; she would not ditch him. That was just plain rude.

Unless Marcus and the redhead developed plans of their own.

Suddenly itchy, Cassandra rubbed the heel of her palm ov...

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Starred Review. At the start of Hamilton's exceptional debut, set in Boston in 1773, Abigail Adams stumbles on an unknown woman's bloody corpse while paying a call on her friend and fellow patriot, Rebecca Malvern, who later goes missing. When it looks as if Abigail's irascible husband, John, may be accused of the murder, she sets out to clear his name. The trail takes her through the streets of colonial Boston and into the surrounding towns. Meanwhile, political unrest and opposition to the English crown grows. Working with both the Sons of Liberty and loyalists, Abigail bridges the gap between them as she investigates the murder and searches for Rebecca. While bringing to life such historical figures as Sam Adams and Paul Revere, Hamilton transports the reader to another time and place with close attention to matters like dress, menus and the monumental task of doing laundry. Historical fans will eagerly look forward to the next in this promising series. (Oct.)
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In the Massachusetts Colony, political upheaval turns murderous...a new series featuring First Lady Abigail Adams.

1773: The Massachusetts colony is torn between patriots who want independence from British rule and loyalists who support the King. At the center is the educated and beautiful Abigail Adams-wife of John Adams, the leader of the Sons of Liberty, a secret organization opposing the Crown.

When a murder occurs in the home of their friend and fellow patriot, Rebecca Malvern, John is accused of the gruesome crime, which was seemingly perpetrated to obtain a secret Sons of Liberty document. With both her husband's good name and the fate of the Sons of Liberty at stake, Abby must uncover a conspiracy that could cost them all their freedom-and their lives.

SUMMARY: SHE HUNTS THE REALMS MOST DANGEROUS GAME. HER FEES ARE EXORBITANT. SHE'S WORTH EVERY COIN SHE RECEIVES. OR IS SHE? Magiere has earned a reputation as the most formidable vampire slayer in the land. Villagers far and wide welcome her with both awe and disdain, grateful to her for ridding their towns of the undead menace, but finding themselves made poorer for their salvation. Magiere has always known she's dealing with simple folk who only wish to have their superstitions silenced, and she's never seen anything wrong with exploiting them for profit. Now, tired of the game, Magiere and her partner, the half-elf Leesil, are ready to hang up their weapons and settle down in a place they can finally call home. But their new found peace will not last. For Magiere has come to the attention of a trio of powerful and dangerous vampires who recognize her true identity — even if she does not — and who fear the birthright that flows through her veins. And they will stop at nothing to keep Magiere from fulfilling her destiny.<

SUMMARY: On the heels of DHAMPIR, Barb and J.C. Hendee's acclaimed Fantasy debut, comes THIEF OF LIVES, the new novel featuring Magiere and Leesil, Slayers of the Undead.... Magiere the dhampir thinks that her nights of hunting vampires are over. After settling down in her newly adopted village of Miiska — now vampire-free, thanks to her and her half-elf partner, Leesil — she looks forward to quiet days tending to her tavern. But far away in the capital city of Bela, a prominent councilman's daughter has been found dead on her own doorstep... and all signs point to a vampire. Knowing that the battered and burned village of Miiska could use an infusion of cash, Bela's town council offers a generous bounty to the dhampir if she will slay their vampire. Magiere resists, wanting nothing more than to forget her past and ignore her half-vampire nature. Only Leesil can persuade Magiere to follow her destiny — before more innocent lives are claimed by darkness.<

SUMMARY: The Noble Dead saga continues as Magiere and Leesil, the slayers of the undead for DHAMPIR and THIEF OF LIVES, embark on a quest to uncover the secrets of their mysterious origins - and those responsible for orchestrating the events that brought them together.... Magiere is a dhampir - half human, half vampire - sired for the purpose of slaying the undead. Outside the village of Chemestúk, where she was born and raised, stands her father's keep. Within its walls, she hopes to discover the secrets of her past and figure out why a vampire would wish to breed a creature capable of slaughtering his own kind.... But there are those who don't want Magiere to learn the truth—and when her half-elf partner, Leesil, makes a startling discovery in the keep, he can understand why. Before Leesil can reveal the truth to Magiere, they must vanquish a creature of unimaginable and unlimited power who has damned a small village of people with a horrifying curse...<