What is your main purpose in life?
To gain as much power and money as I can. I’m immortal, a bear shifter, and I have all the time in the world and I have patience, but right now I want to take over Dark Company from Xander’s boss. Oh, and I forgot to mention, I want Xander’s mate as my own.
Do you have a love interest?
It’s not love I feel for Frost, Xander’s mate. She is immortal and is able to conceive. That will do well for me and securing my future. I have not met another shifter that is half human/half shifter before, and I won’t miss out on my opportunity to create my own offspring because she mated with a snow leopard.
What is your weapon of choice?
I’m a bear shifter. I don’t need weapons. If I want to kill someone, even another immortal, all I have to do is decapitate them with one swipe of my claws and that’s it. Guns and knives are only a distraction. I like to kill with my bare hands.
Do you have a code of honor?
No. I’m out for myself like everyone else in the world is. I could give a shit about anyone’s feelings. I want what I want and nothing and no one will stop me from getting it. What’s the purpose of having a code of honor? It doesn’t help those who have to kill for a living, so what’s the point?
What makes you angry?
Incompetent underlings. They can’t get anything right and I have to do it myself.
Xander (A Dark Assassins Novel Book Three)
By Valerie Ullmer
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Half-human, half-shifter. Xander has secretly yearned for a mate for most of his immortal existence, and yet after three of his friends found exactly what he’s always wanted, he’d come to believe that he’d missed his chance at happiness. Until he heard her voice. Frost is a wildlife biologist and tracker and she has been assigned, despite her adamant protests, to lead mercenaries into the mountains of Snowfall, Colorado for the sole purpose of killing immortal shifters. In order to protect those who have no idea the kind of danger they are in, she agrees. As she leads the armed men on a wild chase around the snow-covered pines, she could sense that she was running out of time. Until she heard his voice. Xander understands exactly who Frost is the moment he hears her thoughts. With the help of Kane and Gunnar, they eliminate those in her group as they try to keep her safe. But during the fight, she is hurt and all of his protective instincts flare to life. As Xander learns more about her, he realizes that Frost might be the key to the creation of the immortals, both vampire and shifter. But when she becomes a target from those who want to destroy the Dark Company and Xander’s family, how far will he go to save her?
Xander lurched forward and lifted him by the collar of his shirt until he was face-to-face with an extremely pissed off shifter. “And how much money did you take in order to sacrifice Frost’s life?”
“A…quarter of a million dollars.”
Xander tossed him aside with casual ease. Frost got a tiny bit of satisfaction when Bob hit the opposite wall harder than she had expected.
“Who would pay that much for a mission that would obviously fail?” Xander thought aloud.
“That would be me, Marcus.” His voice floated in from the hallway. “I needed an advantage to lure you out, take you captive, and extract information from you.”
Xander laughed, non-humorously, and it caused Marcus to clench his teeth together in frustration. The new addition looked a little like an evil henchmen in any 80’s movie. His hair was military short, he wore all black with holsters strapped to his torso and a couple of knives sheathed against his thighs. While it would have been a great look on Xander, except for the haircut, Marcus made it look ridiculous.
Marcus, distracted by his anger at Xander not taking him seriously, left her to search for a weapon that she could use if they needed to fight, having forgot, for a moment, about her newly acquired strength and speed. She dropped her head and cursed, but instead of ditching the weapon, she palmed it in her right hand and looked at Xander.
Her mate was completely relaxed. His stance wide with his arms crossed over his massive chest. She growled when she realized that Marcus had been perusing Xander’s body for way too long, the evidence clearly outlined in the front area of his tight black pants.
“Oh, for fuck sake. He’s my mate, you idiot. I know that you’ve been listening in on our conversation, we could scent you when we walked down the hallway.”
What? Xander hadn’t understood the first part of her outburst.
Marcus is attracted to you and you could tell that if your gazed dropped down to his hard-on currently tenting the front of his pants.
I’ll pass, thanks. Xander laughed before he pulled her in for a scorching kiss that left her throbbing and needy.
“Well, I guess that I have to kill you both now.”
Before Marcus could raise the gun he unclipped when Xander kissed her, Frost threw the letter opener deep into his right shoulder and a millisecond later, stood in front of him. She ripped the gun out of his hand and reached for the letter opener. She turned the letter opener counterclockwise about a half an inch and drew a cry of absolute pain from the little fucker.
“That’s for having me shot in the shoulder. That fucking hurt, you asshole.”
About the Author:
Valerie writes paranormal and contemporary romances with strong alpha males and brilliant, beautiful heroines. She lives in Denver, Colorado with her wonderfully supportive husband and their funny and wise black lab. She’s addicted to coffee, crime shows, and reading and writing character driven romances.