New Release [HUNTERS] by Stefanie J. Pristavu

Author: Stefanie J. Pristavu
Title: HUNTERS
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: July 29, 2012


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About HUNTERS:

Rachel’s life isn’t perfect. Sure, she has super powers, an awesome job and a hunky boyfriend. But her boyfriend has a problem with her vampire-hunting duties, she keeps hitting dead ends in her quest to find the vampire boss, Vlad, and Daniel, her partner and best friend, is getting married. And she has no idea why that bothers her.

In his creepy castle, Vlad is no happier with his situation. He’d paid good money to keep the Hunters off his back, and a pair of them have been raining havoc so close to his home. Sweet revenge is in order.

Vlad sweeps down and solves all of Rachel’s relationship problems in one fell swoop. But not in the way she would have wanted. The Vampire Lord forces Daniel to kill his fiancé and sends Rachel’s boyfriend running for the hills. To make matters worse, the Hunters’ High Council calls her and Daniel for trial and sentences them to death for throwing the vampire hunting rule book out the window.

On the run from the Hunters as well as all vampires, Rachel starts seeing Daniel as much more than a best friend. But the new found comfort shatters when evil voices inside her head sing of destruction and doom, and a creepy Banshee turns their crutch-legend into a prophecy of war. A war she and Daniel must start to save their race from extinction. And Rachel seriously doubts that a head-on battle between the vampires and the Hunters will be their ticket out of the death sentence.


Excerpt from Chapter 5:


“Bon soir, gorgeous.”

Rachel flinched and butted against the wall as the two vampires came up from her left. She had to play this just right.

“What are you doing alone on a night like this?” One vampire grabbed her shoulder. He was blond and handsome, but still scary as hell, and to her senses, completely disgusting. The other shivered in his companion’s shadow, thin and reedy.

“I’m not alone.” Rachel breathed through her mouth, trying to avoid their smell. “My boyfriend is meeting me on the other side of the alley.”

“But of course, she is lying.” The other vampire, a tall one with way too much dark facial hair, joined the party, speaking with a thick French accent.

“If I’m lying, it means I don’t want your company.” Rachel jerked her shoulder out of the vampire’s grip and put her hand under her jacket, on the handle of her pistol. These vamps were begging for holes in the head.

All three vamps backed away, watching her through narrowed, reddish eyes. Damn. She should’ve sounded more scared, but she was too angry. The blond sniffed the air. He would tell she wasn’t human any second now.

Rachel tightened her grip on the pistol, waiting. The blond flinched and stepped back, his nose scrunched in disgust. She whipped the pistol out and rapidly fired three shots. Blonde and Hairy sidestepped the bullets. Thin and reedy received a blow in the head and two in the heart. The remaining two grabbed her wrist and bashed it against the wall. The gun fell out of her hand.

Rachel reached her free hand under her jacket, pulled out her knife and drove it through Hairy vampire’s forehead. He screamed and cursed in French, trying to yank it out. Rachel punched Blonde in the stomach. He groaned and let go of her. She jumped as high as she could and grabbed a window ledge. She scrambled up the building until she reached the roof and turned around, her fists raised, ready for the face off.

The blond vampire flung himself over the edge of the building, a grimace on his face. “I should’ve guessed you’re a filthy Hunter. You reek.”

“Well, you don’t smell like a basket of roses either.” Rachel lunged and knocked him down.

She put her hands on either side of his face and jerked, feeling the dull pop as his neck snapped. He screamed in pain and slashed at her. She pulled out of the claws’ reach. They tore through the jacket and hacked her belt off.

She punched the vampire in the face. His nose cracked under her knuckles and blood spewed all over her hand. The vampire bucked under her and pushed her off.

He scrambled to his feet and snapped his neck back in position. “You bitch!” he roared. “You’re dead!”



About the Author:

Born and raised in Romania, the only girl amongst two brothers, Stefanie has spent her childhood playing pretend and inventing characters. Once she actually learned how to spell in English, she started writing the adventures of her alter egos. Hundreds of thousands of words and thirteen years later, after two years of learning the craft of writing, Steph still tests the waters of her imagination, coming up with stories and characters.

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