Hi all and a big thank you to Ravenna for letting my alter ego Kera Faire and me take over your blog today.
Just in case anyone is now scratching their head and wondering what Raven is talking about…
Kera Faire is my darker side.
The half of me that writes about Regency Vampires and those who straddle a fine line between what is legal and what isn’t. Who don’t follow all the rules, but who do work for the good of their country. Amongst other things.
The End Game is book three in my Dark Isle series. Book one, is The Dispatcher, Darke and Astrid’s story. Book Two The Jeweler tells us what Mac and Kirsten get up to and Book three is all about Milo and Emma. It released July 22nd from Evernight Publishing
As an undercover operative, your life is not your own and you can’t trust anyone.
Emma MacKay is only too aware of that, but it still sucks when you have to take out a friend’s fiancé, because he’s suspected of being a traitor.
Milo Dorn is more than an undercover operative. He’s one of the dispatchers, secret killers for the department.
When someone is feeding his pigs fresh meat he needs to find answers.
What he finds instead is the woman of his dreams. While the sex is mind blowing, and makes him want to throw away the rule book, he cannot forget the first rule of the game.
Trust no one.
When the truth comes out, can Milo and Emma find a way to each other, or are their jobs an obstacle to high to overcome?
The End Game is on.
An a wee snippet to tease you with…
(Mac and Milo wonder who in more ways than one, has fed the pigs…)
“Yeah, fucking human,” Milo said three hours later as he and Mac stood next to the pen and watched the pigs root around to see if any more food was about. Wick, the oldest and greediest, grunted and squealed. Milo knew what that meant. “Dead but not long. Look there’s a sodding tooth already.” He pointed to a fresh pile of pig shit.
“I guess it’ll be up to you to see if you can find out who it once belonged to, you lucky sod.” Milo thumped his colleague on the back and laughed. He might be the vet, but Mac was the ex-dentist, known as the Jeweler for his ability to find the teeth that the pigs couldn’t digest, and then send them away to be sold abroad in tourist necklaces. It was a handy way to make sure nothing of those the government wanted dispatched was ever left to be found.
Mac rolled his eyes and sighed. “No doubt. But not until you reckon they’re all here.” He dragged on some high quality rubber gloves. Then he got hold of the paper picker he’d adapted to use when he chose not to stand ankle deep in pig shit to find what he needed, and leaned over the waist high pigsty wall. “These are new wellies, I’m not mucking them until I have to. The last pair died in days. I’m not made of the sodding things you know.”
Milo ignored Mac’s griping. All of them went through wellies and rubber gloves as if there was no tomorrow. Instead, he rubbed the back of the nearest pig with a back scratcher, and the animal grunted in appreciation. He understood these animals. They might be killers, or as he chose to call them, waste disposal units, when necessary, but they were intelligent, interesting and to him friendly creatures. Not so much to others, especially when fresh meat was fed to them when they were hungry. Human or animal, it didn’t matter which. The hogs weren’t fussy. Another pig sidled up to the edge of the pen and squealed, and Wick, the only one he’d named, moved away in distain. Milo laughed. “You next eh?” The pig grunted and he moved the back scratcher to give it the same treatment as his sty mate.
“You bloody spoil them.” Mac rubbed his find clean with a piece of paper, which he threw into a bin and then rolled the tooth across his gloved hand. “At least boyo who was here and is no longer had some teeth for us to match up. It would have been just our luck whoever this once was, wore false ones.”