Arctic Bite by N.J. Walters

Something about Cassie filled the dark places inside him with light, completed him in ways he hadn't realized were lacking.

-- My Two Cents --

Alexei Medvedev was a member of the Forgotten Brotherhood, an assassin who took out other paranormals. His name and his deeds struck fear in others. He was massive and obviously intimidating, but who knew this male would end up being a gentle giant? At least he was when it came to Cassie. However, despite his immediate attraction to her, he had a job to do - someone wanted her dead and he needed to figure out if he'd be doing the killing.

One of the first things I fell in love with, aside from Alexei's incredibly palpable awesomeness, was the fact that he didn't jump before thinking. Yes, there was a contract out for Cassie, however, he did his own investigating. And what started out as determination to do his job and do it well, quickly turned into his determination to protect Cassie at all costs. His devotion to her (and hers to him) made my heart melt and caused me to swoon over this couple from the very start.

Everything about Alexei appealed to her. Not just his physical appearance, which was superb by any standards. He was thoughtful and patient, but when he decided to act, it was swift and brutal. He knew exactly who and what he was and accepted that.

There is something so poetic with the way that N.J. Walters writes. The magic she creates with her characters resonates with me in ways I never expect. After meeting Maccus and Morrigan, and falling so in love with their story, I knew I had to gobble up everything this author releases. Alexei and Cassie were everything I could ask for and I can't wait for everyone to fall in love with them too!

-- About the Book --

Being immortal doesn’t mean you can’t die. It just means you’re damn hard to kill.

When Alexei Medvedev joined the Forgotten Brotherhood — paranormals hired to assassinate other paranormals — he knew it wouldn’t be a cake walk. But his next target is one of Death’s own Reapers gone rogue. For the first time since he started this gig, “damn hard to kill” feels more like “damn near impossible.”

Tracking Cassie Dobbs brings him to a remote bar in small-town Alaska, where this hot-as-hell Reaper is casually serving drinks, as if she doesn’t have a bounty on her head from Death himself. Alexei is dangerously intrigued. Everyone in the Brotherhood knows the first rule: don’t fall for your target.

But Alexei soon has bigger problems to face than an unexpected attraction. They only send assassins after those who deserve to die…or so he’s been made to believe. Now that he’s met Cassie, though, he’s not so sure.

What if everything he’s been told is a lie, and the person he’s been sent to kill is the only one who knows the truth?

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-- Excerpt --

©2020 N.J. Walters

Just her luck. She finally was attracted to a guy and he was probably here to take her home. Or maybe exterminate her. Did he even know what she was? Or was this nothing more than her overactive imagination? Maybe he was socially awkward. No crime in that.

She swallowed back a scream of frustration. She was making herself crazy with all this speculation.

He remained silent, but he did finally raise his head. There was something in his expression she couldn't quite distinguish, and it gave her pause. Was it regret? Pity? Anger bubbled up inside her. Swallowing it back took a real effort, but she managed. With anger would come a burst of energy. That could alert one of her kind to her presence here.

"Just who the hell are you?" she demanded.

He frowned and tilted his head to one side, seeming honestly bewildered by her question. "Alexei Medvedev."

It was tempting to let it go, but she couldn't afford to. She leaned closer until their foreheads were almost touching. "Let me rephrase the question. What are you?" If she was wrong about him, he'd be confused by her question. If she could catch him off guard, she might get an honest reaction.

He released a chuff, the sound more animalistic than human.

It all suddenly made sense--his big size, his enormous appetite, his ability to easily handle whiskey like it was water. The dark, musky scent that clung to his skin. She checked to make sure no one else could hear. For once, the jukebox was quiet and there was only the hum of the television over the bar.

"You're a shifter of some kind, aren't you?" She had no idea just what she was dealing with, but having one of his kind show up in Alaska and come to her place of work was no coincidence.

Without waiting for an answer, she demanded, "Why are you here?"

He straightened--his great size more intimidating than it had been up until this very moment. Without the haze of sexual attraction blinding her, it was easy to see what was glaringly obvious, to put all the clues together.

Ignorance might be bliss, but it could also be her undoing. Too bad she hadn't seduced him last night. That ship had sailed. And that saddened her even as dread made her stomach clench.

He stared right at her, his icy-blue eyes filled with determination. "I'm here for you.'

-- About N.J. Walters --

Once upon a time N.J. had the idea that she would like to quit her job at the bookstore, sell everything she owned, leave her hometown, and write romance novels in a place where no one knew her. And she did. Two years later, she went back to the bookstore and her hometown and settled in for another seven years.

One day she gave notice at her job on a Friday morning. On Sunday afternoon, she received a tentative acceptance for her first erotic romance novel and life would never be the same. N.J. has always been a voracious reader, and now she spends her days writing novels of her own. Vampires, werewolves, dragons, time-travelers, seductive handymen, and next-door neighbors with smoldering good looks—all vie for her attention. It’s a tough life, but someone’s got to live it.

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