Showing posts with label Requiems End. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Requiems End. Show all posts

Sunday, April 27, 2014

A Forbidden Emotion~ Requiem's End

Requiem's End (Guardians)

By Jaden Sinclair


Continue the Guardian series with Book 4

Born of both worlds, belonging to neither is how Carissa Morrisroe has lived her life. She is the best at what she is—a killer. Pushing all emotions aside, feeling nothing is how she’s lived for years. Love is out of the question. A forbidden emotion—or so she thought. Enemy turned lover? Rage has never thought of anyone but himself. A brutal past hangs over his head, leaving him unable to trust anyone completely, until her. She is just like him in more ways than either would like to admit—lost. In order to bring her back from her own darkness he must show her that there is more to this life than killing. But just when her shell starts to crumble their common enemy draws the Guardian within back out and all of their lives are in danger with the new threat that has been born. 


He hunched down in the shadows watching the people who worked for the blood bank leave for the night, all of his senses on high alert. He waited, watched, and half-expected trouble. Rage waited almost an hour after everyone left before he moved. Standing up, he pulled the ski mask down over his face. Dressed all in black with a black backpack, walking quietly, he headed for the back door. Glancing around, making sure once more he was alone, he brought out his kit for picking locks and went to work on it. A quick turn and the lock gave. Also, an alarm started beeping, which he expected. Moving fast, he went over to the box on the wall and hooked up his small electronic device and hacked into the system. He had less than five minutes to turn it off before the place got overloaded with police. He got it shut off in three.
Putting his equipment back in the pack, he waited for his eyes to adjust before he moved into the dark interior. His vision was only half-vampire, meaning he had to compensate for things, like darkness and then bright light. Moving around in the dark was easy, once he adjusted his vision. Locating the stored blood was even easier. He could sniff out where it was stored.
The building looked like any other office space, desks, filing cabinets, and chairs in the front. Multiple small rooms holding tables for donors to lie down as they gave blood were partitioned off in the bulk of the area. All the blood was stored in the back in large refrigerated units.
Being what he and she were, half-breeds, they weren’t restricted to any specific type of blood. He went right up to the large fridge and filled up the pack with bag after bag of blood. He was almost done when a sound off in the distance stopped everything he was doing.
Rage zipped the bag up and closed the fridge door. On silent feet, he headed back the way he came, pulling the gun he’d brought from his back waistband as he walked. The hair on the back of his neck stood up and every damn sense in his body screamed he wasn’t alone.
He wasn’t.
Two men, also clad all in black, were sneaking around in the dark, heading his way. Rage could make out the bags slung over their shoulders, and he picked up the faint scent of Renzo on them. If these two where here at Renzo’s orders, why the hell would they be in a blood bank? Renzo didn’t need blood. Hell, the man didn’t have a vampire to keep alive and torture or need to feed his Breeds any longer. The damn things were dying because of the lack of Elder blood.
He slipped around them and watched as the two split apart. He followed one. Reaching in his back pocket, he brought out a silencer and screwed it on the end of the pistol. Hunching down, he took aim and whistled softly. The guy turned, and Rage shot, dropping him dead to the floor. Turning, he headed for the other one, but at the last second decided not to kill him as quickly.
“Excuse me,” Rage said. The guy turned, the whites of his eyes showing his fear, and Rage hit him hard with his fist, knocking the man down. Before the guy could regain his senses, Rage sat down on his chest, pinning both arms with his legs. “Hello, how you doing?” He smiled.
“My partner—”
“Is bleeding on the floor back there,” Rage finished for him. “You’re one of Renzo’s dipshits. What’s he want blood for?” 


Jaden Sinclair lives in a small town in Kansas with her husband of eighteen years, two boys and a few pets that keep her hopping. Between sports and the animals it’s a wonder at times how she is able to keep the flow of her wri
ting going. But she does. She has many series in the works and out for your enjoyment, and most known for the Shifter series. Between werewolves, vampires, scifi, new worlds or simple romances, one never really knows what will come out next. So to keep up with what she doing, visit her website: or just simply email her at She’ll love to hear from you!

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