This is a novella of approx. 20,000 words. In a standard book layout it would be 80 pages. It will take readers 1-2 hours of reading time depending on reading speed.

Description:

1955, Las Vegas, Nevada

Angeline has been on the run from her sire, Linus, for centuries. She’s tired, and she’s lonely. High from mescaline-induced blood, she sees a sign—a church that seems to glow in the distance—and she knows. Her future mate is in that building.

Important Author’s Note:

Dark Mercy is the beginning of Hadrian and Angeline’s story, not the end. Their HEA will happen later in their own full-length novel. This story is important both for the overall series and for this couple, but it’s not their HEA. Just a mild disclaimer so no one goes in with false expectations for this story.

About the Series:

Dark Mercy is a story in the Pretverse (the world of Zoe Winters’ Preternaturals series). If you enjoy it, you may enjoy the main series (paranormal romance set in this same world). Each book has its own romance story wrapped up by the end, as well as a larger background story that slowly unfolds with each book. Dark Mercy is a part of that overall unfolding.

Books can be read in any order given that each book has its own romance, the numbers are just the order they are written in and should be read in if you want the story “in order”.

Books in the Preternaturals series:

1. Blood Lust (3 novellas in one book!)
2. Save My Soul (full-length novel)

Preternaturals Shorts:

Dark Mercy (novella)
Cat Fight (short story)


DARK MERCY EXCERPT:

“A-Angeline. I haven’t seen you here in awhile.” Could he not get that schoolboy stutter out of his voice?

“I was fighting temptation,” she replied coyly.

Hadrian cleared his throat. “And did you succeed?”

“No.”

She glided closer—or floated. The length of her dress made it impossible to tell which. She stopped mere inches in front of him. He should have taken a step back, should have excused himself, but her strange eyes locked with his. They drew him in, hypnotizing him.

If he were another type of man, he would have proclaimed she was a witch putting him under a spell, but it was just as much his responsibility as hers for not moving away. It was his fault for not finding a replacement for midnight Mass. His mind became fuzzy.

What was I just thinking about?

Her eyes pulled him in, making the rest of the room swirl around him in a slow blur. If he’d looked down to find them both floating and spinning in the air, he wouldn’t have been surprised. He was dizzy from the delicious scent emanating from her.

Her voice was a siren’s song when she spoke again. “Forgive me, Father, for I’m about to sin.”

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