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ZoelovesMott@aol.com SAY ITS GONNA BE A COLD DARK NIGHT...WHEN THE CREEPER COME ALONG...WATCH OUT FOR THE STEEL BLADE BABY...ALL SHINY AND LONG (clip from The Creeper by Molly Hatchet)

NIGHT BRIGADE: THE SATELLITE
By Elliot Love


Blurb~



Zoe Vox runs away from an abusive life, to be with her rock star lover, Mott. Never did she imagine her new life would lead her on a perilous journey, battling immortal fiends. When Mott’s friend Ian discovers Zoe is from a sisterhood of warrior women, who fight with Sai daggers, he devises a plan to enlist her help. Travel with Zoe and Night Brigade, as they ride cross country on motorcycles, locked in battle with an evil spirit world.

The Satellite leads a band of creepers, who are evil souls trapped in human bodies. Only by capturing the woman of fire, can he break his curse and obtain immortality to forever reign on earth.A sensual cat and mouse game ensues as Zoe and The Satellite merge into battle. She wants him dead! He wants her fire! While watching for the sneaky creepers, she must find a way to destroy the incubus once and for all. Can Zoe outwit the seductive Satellite and save her soul?

Twists and turns make this steamy paranormal romance exciting and unpredictable.


EXCERPT FROM NIGHT BRIGADE: THE SATELLITE~
Deep blue eyes stared at the words “Flaming Steel” tattooed on the man’s arm. Zoe slunk down in the ratty wooden chair of the roadhouse. How could things have gone so wrong? Only a day ago, she had made sweet love with her new finance, Mott. Now her ex-husband and two accomplices held her prisoner. Instead of taking her directly to their destination, they hid in a cheap motel overnight to be sure they hadn’t been followed.

She desperately wanted to call Mott, but Travis had confiscated her cell phone immediately. Struggling against the binding on her wrist, she knocked a water glass off an end table. Booker whipped around. Her reputation as a Sai Warrior kept him on edge. Had they not been able to disarm her, he felt certain she would have been impossible to capture. She fought viciously when they tried to subdue her. It took two strong men to bind the fiery woman.
“Why are you doing this Travis?” She asked.
He ignored her. A loud crash broke his silence as her boot swung up, kicking a lamp off the table.

“Damn it Zoe! You’re gonna destroy the whole place before we leave.”

“It’s a shit hole anyway.”

Booker looked away to hide a grin .

“What the hell do you want from me?”

Travis studied her absorbedly. “I told you I’d never let you go. Divorce or not. You still belong to me, not Mott.”

The one secret Travis had never known about was Zoe’s connection to the sisterhood. She had secretly trained to be a Sai warrior. In their early years of marriage, before Travis began abusing her, she had found her way back to the sisterhood to train. When he suddenly took her car away and shadowed her every move, she couldn’t risk disclosing the organization. She continued honing her skills while Travis was at work and kept ties with them via text messaging. Many nights she had lay awake searching for a full proof plan to leave him without exposing the covert band of female fighters.

But Travis had kept a watchful eye, never allowing her to leave the house alone. Only once did he permit her to go out without him. The day her daughter, Phoebe gave her concert tickets as a birthday gift. Travis didn’t figure she could get into much trouble spending an evening with their youngest daughter. That was the day she met Mott. A British rock star who lived in Dublin when not touring. She managed to charm him and he came for her two months later. Once under his protection she filed for divorce from Travis.

Her thoughts drifted. A siren from outside snapped her back to her current situation.

On the morning Travis and his friend grabbed her from behind, the daggers had been jarred from her grasp. Without the powerful weapons, she didn’t have the strength to single-handedly fight off three people. So once again, she found herself prisoner to the abusive man.

In all the twenty-one years she’d been married to Travis, she’d never known about his association with the road bike group Flaming Steel. Obviously he had kept some secrets too. She assumed that he took up with them after she left. He never seemed the type to get a tattoo, but now there it was, larger than life on his upper arm.

“You’ll never get away with this. Mott will come and hunt you down like the slime that you are.”

Booker raised an intrigued eyebrow. Travis scowled. “We’ll see about that.”

Zoe was hungry and cold. She glanced over at Travis revving his black Electra Glide. He finally got his road bike. The stay at the motel had been draining. They allowed her very little food, and she found it difficult to sleep in a chair. Travis wanted to make her weak so she couldn’t fight them. Booker tried to persuade her to join him in his bed but she refused, taking the chair instead. Her ex had another woman with him. A pretty, little blonde clung to him possessively the entire time, as if staking her claim to the tall, thin man. Zoe surmised Travis and Laura had not been together very long. Their relationship appeared to be lacking trust.

She kicked and struggled again when Travis and Booker untied her hands, only to secure the braided nylon again after wrapping her arms around Booker. Quiet and strong, Booker merely smirked at her bound hands resting at his waist. While being so physically close to another man did not thrill Zoe, riding with Booker wasn’t detestable. He had good hygiene and a decent appearance. At least his body blocked the cold December wind as they headed out onto the highway.

Night had fallen by the time a seven-hour ride brought the mismatched group to their destination. Zoe felt sick when she saw where they had taken her. Her hope grew dim as she read the name Kaminski painted on the mailbox outside the yellow brick ranch. Why has Travis bought me to his parent’s house?

“Why are we here?” Zoe asked.

Flashbacks of their cruelty towards her sent chills up her spine. Her “ex-laws”, as she dubbed them, were the vilest form of life and her stomach turned at the site of their house. Why an entire family would heap years of abuse upon one woman surpassed her comprehension. Still, here she was, back in hell.



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