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About K.N. Banet
K.N. Banet loves to read books that make people cry. She likes to write books that make people cry (and she wants to hear about it). She’s a firm believer that nothing and no one in this world is perfect, and she enjoys exploring those imperfections—trying to make the characters seem real on the page and not just in her head.
She might just be crazy, though. Her characters think so, but this can’t be confirmed.
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My throat is always on fire. My mouth is always dry. The only thing that helps?
As much as vampires need it, it is also our curse. Blood can drive us mad if we’re not careful. That madness breeds a wickedness as the need for blood reigns supreme. We revel in it, desiring the power and vitality it gives us. When we drain someone, we get high; it’s a rush that some vampires love to chase once they cross that line. Vampires will do anything to get it and there’s nothing that will stop them from killing hundreds. Our humanity slips away the more we indulge the need and there is no way to regain it.
Alexius makes it his duty to kill any vampire that loses control and I’ve promised to help him. After months, I get to help on my first case, just like I wanted to the night I woke up as an immortal.
I thought I knew what sort of vampires we’d be stopping. I didn’t think about how bad things could get.
My name is Everly Abbott...
And the wicked really do know no bounds.
I knew vampires before I could walk, not that I knew what they really were. I knew they weren’t really like me. They looked like me and they could act like me, but we were fundamentally different. I was human, just like my parents, and when I turned eighteen, I decided to work for the vampires after college, too. We had worked for their nest for over five generations and I wanted to continued that tradition.
But then, the master of the nest died. He’d practically raised me, my mother, my father, and everyone before us. He had looked at humans working for the nest as part of the nest. We were members of the family, even though we weren’t immortal or drank blood. He kept tight control and accidents were so rare I had never seen one happen.
The new master of the nest is not so kind or good at the job.
We need help. I need help. The new master is letting the vampires get out of control. Bodies are starting to pile up and even the other staff is at risk.
I’m Everly Abbott and I need a solution to this before more people get killed.
But the solution might be more dangerous than the problem.
We’re standing against centuries of animosity between the two species and it’s a dangerous place to be. I’m checking the shadows, and securing my territory, making sure no one can sneak up on us. Heath is keeping his eyes on more obvious problems, though, like the powder keg in Dallas.
The Dallas werewolf pack was once Heath’s pack. They relied on him, trusted him, and even loved him. No one can forget how his time as their Alpha had ended. Add in the troubles they’ve had since he’s left, and I know what Heath expects. It would be foolish to ignore the obvious threat brewing in the city.
Something bad is going to happen.
And the problems we face are much more nefarious than we could have bargained for.
Some time ago, I met a fae and his family while on the run. They helped me, and for his own reasons, the fae had given me a gift. I never went looking for him. I knew the name he gave me and I did my best not to think too hard about it, him, or his family.
Life has a fun way of bringing things back because he's the lost king of the fae and now everyone knows. People who want him to take back the throne, people who want to kill him so he can’t, and people who want to hurt those he loves just to see him hurt.
And I’m the werecat he gave a gift, just in case he ever needed someone to protect his innocent human wife. I’m now a pawn in a deadly clash of fae powers the likes of which has never been seen.
Brin knows even a pawn can change the game.
Especially this pawn.
But I’ve made enemies, some that I know and some that I don’t. Hate for me and the life I’m building is creeping in the darkness.
Hate can be insidious. It can stain the purest of hearts and fog the sharpest of minds. It can come from the most unlikely of places. It can show up behind a smile just as easily as at the end of the barrel of a gun. It comes in many shades, coloring the way people see the world and each other.
My name is Jacky Leon. I’m a werecat, a daughter of Hasan. I’ve fought for what I believe in and will do so until my last breath but…
Everything I’ve built is being threatened and I didn’t see it coming.
I fear going home.
Over a century ago, I left my homeland and my people. I’ve never gone back. I’ve deprived myself of the community for a variety of reasons, both good and bad. I made the decision, regardless of the consequences, and never looked back.
Now, I don’t have a choice and Raphael is coming along for the ride. Politics, revelations, mating, and responsibility all point to the inevitable. I need to make the long trip home. Back to the place I spent my childhood. Back to the place where my family died. Back to the land of my nightmares.
Back to India and the legends it holds.
But I’m not the girl who left decades ago. I’m one of those legends.
My name is Kaliya Sahni and fear will no longer hold me back.
I didn’t ask to be a werecat. I didn’t ask for the responsibility to uphold an ancient treaty. I didn’t ask to get pulled into the middle of a werewolf pack’s coup.
But Carey Everson, the very human daughter of a werewolf Alpha, needs me. Her father’s enemies are on her heels and I’m her last defense. And I’ll be that defense until my final breath, even if it means challenging the very Laws that govern the supernatural. I gave her my word.
My name is Jacky Leon and nothing is going to stop me from honoring my word.
My identity is out there now. As one of Hasan’s children, more is expected of me and I had no idea what sort of repercussions would come from my decisions. Werecats are reporting problems all over the world and when two go missing, I can’t avoid the feeling of guilt.
My name is Jacky Leon and I am a child of Hasan, ruler of the werecats. I have to learn how to live up to the obligations and expectations of my family before more people die.
My honor demands it.
Who killed my family and why? Who wants my people extinct? I might finally have a chance to find the answers to those questions that have plagued me for over a century. Questions that have kept me up at night and ruined my friendships. That have woken me up, screaming as the nightmares haunted me.
But it would be too easy to just walk away from a man like Raphael and he’s not ready for me to walk out of his life completely. A mate like no other, a cambion of great power, and an intelligent man who knows me too well, he figures out exactly how to pull me back in. Others have taken notice of the connection between us. Even my own people are asking about my relationship with the Warlord of the cambions and it scares me to think who else might see what's brewing between us.
Desert storms wash the world away and leave it reborn…
And a storm is coming for me.
Jabari and Aisha had a wild romance once, a beautiful year of bliss. She thought she had found her forever, and he felt his dead heart being pulled on in a way he thought was impossible.
However, Jabari had already lost the love of his life and there was nothing that could repair that damage. So he walked away. He was the General, as many called him, and he knew just how to strike. He broke Aisha’s heart so perfectly that he was certain she would never try to pull at his dead heart again.
One innocent life.
Aisha didn’t know she was pregnant until after he was gone. So many things ran through her mind when she found out. Jabari, son of Hasan, was the oldest son of the most powerful werecat family in the world. It was fear, not anger or heartbreak, that kept her from reaching out sooner. She had feared that she would lose her son to the political machine that was Jabari’s family, the ruling family of the werecats. Feared that her son would lose his chance to choose his own destiny.
She never expected out of control magic and that could not only ruin everything…
It could get their son killed.
It’s a war sixteen years in the making.
Aisha’s secret couldn’t be kept forever and only Jabari can help their son.
The battle lines will be drawn as two broken people once again face off over the very thing they need the most. In this conflict, the warriors won’t carry swords.
Their hearts will be the only weapons they have.
Hearts at War contains triggering content including discussion about suicidal ideation.