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    Dancer of Death
    Dancer of Death
    Dancer of Death
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    Dancer of Death

    By Jordan L. Hawk

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    Revenge. Murder. Ballet?

    Vampire spirit Gray wants to hunt demons. Unfortunately, the foolish mortals at SPECTR have put his host, Caleb, their lover John, and their partner Zahira on desk duty. Gray longs to leave Charleston with John, but if they flee, SPECTR will make them the hunted.

    A series of paranormal murders returns the team to the field, at least temporarily. Ballerinas are being murdered by a vila, a demon that kills with dance. If they can’t stop the deadly attacks in time, one of Zahira’s friends may become the next victim.

    And while they track the demon, an unknown entity has begun to track Gray...

    Novella: 28,115 words
    Genre: gay paranormal romance
    ~ SPECTR: The Complete First Series on sale now ~

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJordan L. Hawk
    Release dateFeb 16, 2016
    ISBN9781941230176
    Dancer of Death
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    Jordan L. Hawk

    Jordan L. Hawk is a trans author from North Carolina. Childhood tales of mountain ghosts and mysterious creatures gave him a life-long love of things that go bump in the night. When he isn’t writing, he brews his own beer and tries to keep the cats from destroying the house. His best-selling Whyborne & Griffin series (beginning with Widdershins) can be found in print, ebook, and audiobook.

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    • 5/5
      This series just continues to deliver. Just as Gray is starting to really strain under their forced benching by Barillo (gosh that character needs to die a painful death!) a case gets handed to John, Caleb and Zahira. Of course not everything goes as planned (when does it ever? lol) but in this case the ending is a good one for our fearless crusaders.

      What I truly love in this series is that while we're dealing with an established relationship between John, Caleb and of course Gray, they still grow throughout the series. Just another reason to keep coming back *grin*

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    Dancer of Death - Jordan L. Hawk

    Dancer of Death

    (SPECTR Series 2 #2)

    Jordan L. Hawk

    Dancer of Death (SPECTR Series 2 #2) © 2016 Jordan L. Hawk

    ISBN: 978-1-941230-17-6

    All rights reserved.

    Cover art © 2018 Lou Harper

    SMASHWORDS EDITION

    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Edited by Annetta Ribken

    Chapter 1

    Elise danced effortlessly to the music flowing through her ear buds. Every move was simple, her body perfect.

    Grand jeté.

    No pain in her ankles.

    Double turn, double turn, double turn, double turn.

    No pain anywhere, except for the blazing heat knotted in her chest.

    Arabesque.

    She held the position for a long time, without the slightest tremor in her supporting leg or the tiniest shift of weight, as though her body were made of air. As though gravity and the laws of physics bent themselves to accommodate her every desire.

    The music came to an end, and she pulled out the ear buds. She should have been soaked in sweat from exertion by now, but she wasn’t even breathing hard.

    It was glorious.

    "You are glorious," cooed the demon.

    Elise crossed the room, stepping over the smears of blood covering the concrete floor. I have to be, she said aloud. This was my last rehearsal. Tomorrow…

    "Tomorrow, we will be perfect."

    She took a deep breath and nodded. She’d had thirty-six days of practice, first alone, then pas de deux. Tomorrow, the show began. Three acts and a grand finale.

    "And you’ll have your revenge."

    She smiled as she bent and picked up the corpse lying in a pool of sweat, vomit, and blood. The body was still warm, but it was July in the south. Nothing cooled off quickly here.

    Not without help.

    Several enormous freezers stood around the otherwise barren room, humming softly as they struggled against the summer heat. She carried the body with inhuman strength to the nearest one, opened it, and dumped the corpse on top of the others already packed inside. One mangled foot flopped out; she shoved it inside with a loud crack, then closed the lid.

    Maybe I should have tried to find a ghoul, she mused, clicking the padlock into place. She’d gotten into the habit of speaking aloud ever since summoning the demon. Then I wouldn’t have to worry about the power bill.

    "Scavengers," the demon said with disgust. Brutes. We are artists, you and I.

    Yes, she murmured as she made her way to the door. And in four days, everyone in Charleston will know it.

    They’d see she was perfect. They’d realize she was still a great dancer.

    And then they would die.

    * * *

    Um, hello? Caleb called uncertainly. He stood in the doorway to the small back room of a bookstore, which looked like it normally served as the employee break room. Inside milled a group of about ten people, talking and laughing as they set out folding chairs and puttered around the donuts and soda crowded onto the short counter. Is this Paranormally Abled Support System?

    Caleb! said a familiar voice. Nigel Legare emerged from the crowd, a smile on his face. Welcome to PASS. I’m glad you decided to come.

    Um, yeah. Caleb glanced nervously at the other people in the room. They smiled at him, murmuring welcomes. He started to relax; it was a hell of a nice change from the suspicious scowls he was used to getting at work.

    "They would be foolish to fear us. Mortals are not food."

    And so much for relaxing. It wasn’t that he wanted to forget Gray was there, exactly. But it would be nice to go ten minutes without being reminded a demon-munching vampire spirit possessed him.

    "Then you are also foolish."

    Hush.

    Nigel shook his hand warmly. What’s your ability, Caleb?

    TK. Telekinetic, Caleb said. After hiding his ability for most of his life, it felt weird to announce it in front of a room of strangers. But that was the whole point of coming here in the first place. To have somewhere to talk about what he was going through, away from SPECTR and everyone connected to it.

    Even John.

    Nigel nodded. Here in group, we try to normalize the use of our powers. We use them as much as we can while we’re here. Would you like to help Deacon set up the chairs?

    The man Nigel indicated was about Caleb’s age, red haired and cute as hell. Sure, Caleb said.

    Deacon grinned. Glad to have another fellow TK here, he said. Green eyes gave Caleb the once-over.

    It looked like they had more in common than telekinesis.

    Can you lift a chair on your own? It’s okay if you can’t, Deacon added quickly. We’re all about working together here.

    No, I can, Caleb said. Last year he’d barely been able to nudge a paper coffee cup, but now that Gray had set up shop in his head, his TK had grown exponentially.

    Deacon dragged chairs from the corner with nothing but the power of his mind. Other group members grabbed and unfolded them once they were in position. Caleb joined in, careful not to pull on the chairs too hard and send them flying into anyone.

    While they worked, a pyrokinetic went around the room, lighting decorative candles. Nigel used cryokinesis to chill the soda. A woman, maybe twenty years old tops, poured the soda into cups. She wore a green armband.

    Shit. Caleb had never been comfortable around empaths, even when they could sense his emotions. But once Gray’s possession became permanent, a curtain had come down. Empaths couldn’t pick him up at all, not even a whisper.

    Like he wasn’t even human anymore.

    Gray stirred, like a sleepy tiger flicking an ear at an annoying gnat. You did not like it when empaths could sense you. Now they cannot, and yet you still are not satisfied.

    Because it’s suspicious as fuck. If she realizes she’s not picking up anything from me, she’s going to wonder why.

    "That is why we should be out hunting demons instead of wasting time with foolish mortals."

    Caleb resisted the urge to roll his eyes, not wanting to weird anyone else out. We can’t. Barillo has us benched, remember?

    "How could I forget?" Annoyance and frustration flooded Caleb, spilling over from Gray. I have not eaten since the raven mocker. I wish to hunt; I wish to feed.

    I know, but Barillo would go ballistic.

    "I do not care."

    Well I do, and so does John. Christ, it’s not like you can starve. Just be patient.

    Soon, the group was seated in a loose circle, donuts and sodas in hand. The last conversation died away as Nigel cleared his throat.

    Welcome, friends, he said with another fatherly smile, to this week’s meeting of Paranormally Abled Support System. Just as a reminder, everything said here, stays here. Our mission is to support and lift up each other.

    There was a general nodding and murmuring. Caleb shifted in the uncomfortable metal chair. He was the only one without anything to eat or drink. Gray had dialed his senses up to eleven, and he couldn’t stand the chemical sweetness of soda any more. Donuts weren’t much better, depending on how much high-fructose corn syrup was dumped into them.

    As you can see, we have a new member this evening. Nigel gestured at Caleb. Caleb, would you like to go first?

    Uh… He’d expected Nigel to mention he worked for SPECTR, at least as a contractor. Maybe Nigel figured it was for Caleb to reveal—or not—to the group. Whatever the reason, it made him feel a little better. Like he might actually be able to blend in here and be normal. Or paranormal. Whatever. I’m not sure what to say.

    Say whatever you want, Nigel encouraged. Tell us what’s on your mind. We’re here to listen, not to judge. And if you have some good news, share that too! He paused. Since it’s your first time here, why don’t you tell us why you decided to join the group?

    Okay.

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