Please welcome Thianna Durston today, talking about her newest release Vespar.
Will he kill the one who can save him… again?
Welcome to the world of the Order of the Black Knights.
If you lived in the 1100s, what would you do? How would you act? If a wizard offered you your heart’s desire just for signing an X on a piece of parchment, would you?
Vespar has lived many lives, all with the same quest – to kill. All through a cursed document he signed in his first life. While he never remembers that moment except for at each death, it rides him. He has a birthmark that throbs with the need to kill. His blood sings with it. And yet? He wishes he didn’t have to do so. But life isn’t what he wishes it to be, so he does as his body demands. Until the day he touches his worst enemy.
I have to admit, I loved writing this book. It wasn’t easy as while I love reading action/suspense novels, I’d never written one before writing Vespar. It was fun getting in his head and watching him suffer as he dealt with the internal pain he suffered from as well as a new life he never thought possible. And even though he’s a killer, who can’t feel for a man who will give up his own happiness for the one he loves?
Title: Vespar (Order of the Black Knights #3)
Author: Thianna Durston
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: January 4, 2017
Page Count: 191 pages
Reviewed by: Natosha and Steph
Special ops turned professional killer, Vespar McKauley is hired to take out Marcolm Rogers, son of his employer’s worst enemy. But Marc isn’t like any hit he’s ever done. He’s just twenty-one, he goes to a private university studying English Lit, and for fun he plays computer games with his friends. No drugs, no partying, no crime. The day he bumps into Marc and looks into his azure eyes, the world drops out from under him.
With his father in the Chicago Crime Syndicate, Marc and his mom have stayed out of the limelight, hiding from those that might harm them. He figures he’s safe at a small liberal arts university all the way across the country. Only midway through his senior year, he feels eyes on him and the shadows encroaching. Just as he’s about to run, he meets Vespar and experiences an instant attraction. When Vespar tells him he’s in danger and offers to protect him, Marc wants to believe him. But he’s been hunted before, and this time he isn’t sure he’ll get away. Especially when he finds out he is Vespar’s target.
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Order of the Black Knights
About The Order of the Black Knights
Every century has seen its knights. But there are those who are never seen. They do what must be done—what has to be done—when nobody wants to get their hands dirty. They are called the Black Knights. First created in the 1100s by the wizard Moriel, these men seem cold and hard, and it is said that some have no soul. But for each knight, there is one who can bring out the man who waits inside. The question is whether or not he will kill the individual before he figures it out.
Through the ages, they’ve conquered and ruled and taken what they wanted. And they have adapted to modern times. Instead of being bullies for hire, they have taken their skills further—the Internet, the CIA, government infiltration, hacking, special ops, assassination, but each one of them has a need they don’t understand—to squash, kill, or destroy.
The FBI office was two blocks away—so close to their hotel it gave him goose bumps. The only thing he was not sure of was how to get Marcolm to go there willingly. He knew Marcolm would fight him if he told him the truth. So he’d have to lie. Tell Marcolm to go to safety and that he would go get their things and join him.
And then he would drive away and not look back. The ache in his chest made him rub over it.
The day before had been the best day of his life. He’d always thought that making love was slow and gentle. Vespar now understood that making love was not about speed or tension, it was about the way two people felt about each other. He might have pounded into Marcolm so hard that the poor kid still ached this morning, but the entire act had not been about fucking. It had been about showing Marcolm just how he felt.
“I’ve become a fucking sap,” he grunted. A buzz from his tablet made him tense. It only buzzed when one of his traces came back with enough similarities to be worrisome. A glance over his shoulder through the diner window assured him that Marcolm was eating and getting his homework assignments uploaded. Vespar dragged the tablet out. As he pulled up the app, he reminded himself he had at least helped to ensure Marcolm would graduate in May. It was a small thing, but he held on to it.
A prickling on the back of his neck made him still, and he glanced around the street. While he couldn’t see anyone watching him, that did not mean they weren’t. But was it just a local who wondered why he was standing outside on a cold day? Or was it the other hit man? It might also be the FBI, and while that was almost as unwelcome as the hit man, it didn’t fill him with as much dread. Marcolm would be safe with them. And Vespar would disappear.
He always had his earpiece in and focused on sounds, but all he heard were regular people going about their regular lives. His eyes fell to his tablet and widened. “What the hell?” he murmured as he surveyed the results. Someone was searching for him and had gone through ten of the websites he had used to find Marcolm. The searches were from two IPs. One was outside the country, and he pegged it as the hit man. The other was the FBI. All the searches were done the day before, right after he had left the credit-card clue. They were faster than he expected.
Thianna Durston is a writer by day and supernova by night. Or at least that’s what the faeries tell her. And who is she to deny those pesky *cough* lovely little creatures?
She lives in the Pacific Northwest, though her heart belongs elsewhere. In the meantime, until she can return to the place she calls home, she happily lives in a city that still thinks it’s a small town. Thankfully, it has given her muse lots of amusing places to start a story.