Violet Night Trilogy
by Lynn Rush
After three months of silence, the black tattoo on Emma’s wrist glows with a vengeance once again, and that can only mean one thing…the vampires are back. But when she meets the mysterious Jake Cunningham, who has a few powers of his own, she may not be alone in the fight.
In the midst of battle, Jake and Emma find love, but as their adventures continue, that love—and their souls—will be tested beyond imaginable limits.
For this intrepid pair, staying together may be harder than staying alive.
Three full-length novels: Violet Midnight, Violet Dawn, Violet Storm. Plus a bonus novella: Witness the moment Emma woke up in the hospital with her emblematic purple eyes and glowing tattoo in the never before published novella, A Hunter Revealed.
“Nice place.” Jake stood next to Dylan and surveyed the masses. The smell of stale beer, sweet sugar, and a hint of strawberry caressed his senses. Strawberry? He didn’t see anyone nearby holding a drink resembling a strawberry daiquiri or margarita.
He swept his gaze to the far corner of the room and locked on a blonde beauty.
His heart hammered as he took her in. Five-five at the most. Thin like a runner, the red tank top she wore clung to her thin body. Champagne colored locks grazed her shoulders as she shook her head.
A shorter blonde took hold of the girl’s hand as if to lug her onto the dance floor. A looming guy, short dark hair, coaxed them both. Jake treaded to the edge of the circle of dancing bodies, focus securely locked on the girl.
She smiled, and that was when Jake saw them— violet eyes. They flickered beneath the rotating lights beaming off the disco ball hung three stories above them. Her smile was so bright it would part the darkest storm clouds.
Something electric ignited deep within Jake’s chest. Thunder clapped within his mind, spiking his heart rate into record pace. Tendrils of heat vined up his spine and coiled around his heart, soothing it into a steady, but rapid pounding.
Who was this girl? His mouth morphed into the Mohave desert, and he licked his lips, searching for a hint of moisture.
Obviously giving in to the peer pressure from her two friends to dance, Violet Eyes closed her eyelids and started moving in time with the rest of the people surrounding them. Jake inched forward as if pulled. Drawn in by her pale, flawless skin and full, red lips.
Only fifteen feet separated him from this beauty.
“Hey, who are you studying so intently there?” Dylan sided up next to Jake.
“No one.” Jake heard himself say the words, but refused to tear his attention from Violet Eyes.
“Sure you’re not, buddy. Which one is it?”
“Red tank top. Jeans. Blonde.” For someone in the last year of his Master’s degree, Jake couldn’t form complete sentences if someone had paid him a thousand dollars.
“Oh, yes. Next to Ava.”
“You know her?”
“Everyone knows Ava. At least every guy knows Ava, if you catch my drift.” Dylan slapped Jake’s shoulder. “Go on. Go dance with her. It’s an open floor.”
No way. “Dancing isn’t really my thing.” Jake inched forward despite his objection. He had to meet her. Had to—
She opened her eyes and slowed her pace. Her slender, yet toned, arms went to her side as she analyzed the people surrounding her.
Her gaze danced around the room and landed on Jake like a two-by-four to the gut. He stepped back at the impact of a full-on stare. Lights flickered against her violet irises, and despite the distance separating them he felt their power. More like his soul did. The gentle sway that drew him toward her morphed into a tug, like an invisible rope had lassoed him around the waist.
She eyed him, painstakingly slow, from head to toe.
“Looks like she wants you to go dance with her.” Dylan nudged Jake’s arm. “Go on.”
Once Jake regained his senses and his ability to breathe again, he ventured into the crowd. Good thing he was a hair over six feet tall; he was able to keep Violet Eyes in his sights above the bobbing heads. She hadn’t peeled her gaze from him, nor had she started dancing again. Only stood in the middle of the designated dance floor, staring.
Five feet from her now.
Jake’s palms went sweaty. A thick wave of strawberry-scented air wrapped around him and tickled his nostrils.
It was her— her scent. He didn’t know how he knew it, but he did. And he wanted more.
4 of 5 stars
At first glance, Emma and Jake are average college students but as they work together to fight the shadows that lurk in the night they transform into kick-ass vampire hunters. The world as they know it is threatened by unimaginable evil and the only hope they have of winning the fight is to embrace the instant connection they feel towards each other.
I thoroughly enjoyed the Violet Night series. Each book builds upon the last, adding twists and turns to the central plot that creates an exciting blend of adventure, self discovery and romance that appeals to readers of all ages. Lynn Rush has truly mastered the New Adult genre.
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author, Lynn Rush (aka Reese Monroe), hails from the land of 10,000 lakes and cold, snowy winters. She's known to weave a little of that frigid Minnesota climate into her stories, but these days she much prefers desert living. She resides in Phoenix, Arizona with her husband, and when she's not busy writing her next trilogy, she can be found pounding the pavement, training for her next endurance event.