With legions of fans known as Menyons thousands of whom proudly sport tattoos from her series and who travel from all over the world to attend her appearances , her books are always snatched up as soon as they appear on store shelves. Since , she had placed more than 65 novels on the New York Times list in all formats including manga and graphic novels. Her current series are: Dark-Hunter, Chronicles of Nick and The League, and her books are available in over countries where eager fans impatiently wait for the next release. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures while Dark-Hunter is also being developed as a television series. I received this book in exchange for my honest review from the Little, Brown Book Group. Maureen is a mom, wife and nurse living in the Netherlands.
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And no one wants him more than the dark gods who created his race. Now that they know where he is, they will stop at nothing to reclaim him. And without knowing it, Nick has just embraced the one person he should never have trusted. The one person who will hand him over to his enemies to get back the life they lost. Nick has finally accepted his fate, now he must learn to defy his destiny, and the dark, deadly forces that will stop at nothing to destroy everyone he loves so that they can again return to the world of man and own it, in the next Chronicles of Nick novel, Instinct, from 1 New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon.
New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon is a regular in the 1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes. More than 60 million copies of her books are in print in more than one hundred countries. Her Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures. Hurry, child! You're about to be late for school!
Nick Gautier dropped the towel from the damp hair he was drying as he glanced to the clock on his nightstand to confirm the fact that his mother was still the most vigilant and accurate timekeeper in the history of all mankind.
At least when it came to his home, school, and work schedules. How long did it take to pull on a pair of jeans and one really foully ugly Hawaiian shirt, anyway?
Dang, I do move slow in the morning. Good thing his mortal enemies didn't know that. He'd be Cajun hashbrowns. Tossing the towel into the bathroom, he rushed to the kitchen and almost tripped over their newest furry addition. Xevikan, who let out a nasty hiss in protest before he scurried to the corner to arch his back against the wall. Nick started to return the cat's growl, but since his mom didn't know their new pet was actually a shape-shifting ancient Nick and his friends had freed from a hell dimension and taken in, he refrained.
His luck, she'd think he had distemper or something, and take him in for shots. Fuzzy Boots. Xev glared at him before he mentally projected his ire at him. I really hate that name you gave my feline incarnation, Gautier. Nick flashed a grin at the large white Egyptian Mau staring up at him indignantly. Why you think I use it? Laughing good-naturedly at the single-finger insult Xev had picked up from Caleb, Nick started to reach for the bacon only to realize his furry houseguest had beat him to it.
Yeah, it was a good thing he felt sorry for Xev. And he did. For thousands of years, the ancient being had been imprisoned in a realm without friend or family. Now Xev was extremely gun-shy of a world he didn't understand, nor did he play well with others, which was why they'd decided the best thing was to leave him here in Nick's house to sleep while Nick went to school and work.
All of them were much happier that way. And since Xev had severe PTSD mixed with extremely frightening powers and not a lot of patience or tolerance, the world was a lot less likely to end violently if Xev stayed out of events that elevated his stress levels, and tempted him to mass homicide. He turned to find his petite, blond mother glaring up at him.
Man, he'd never understand how a woman as tiny as Cherise Gautier could be so terrifying when riled. But then, his girlfriend, Nekoda Kennedy, had those same testosterone-sucking powers, too. Closing the fridge door, his mom wiggled the milk container at him. Second, why did you put the empty container back in the fridge?
He clamped his jaw shut and slid his gaze to the real culprit, who'd probably drunk out of the container without a glass on top of it all. But his mom would think him nuts if he blamed the empty milk jug on the cat lacking opposable thumbs. So he manned up and took the fall for his friend. I find it to be responsible for the vast majority of evil I unintentionally do. She rolled her eyes and tossed the milk carton into the garbage. Love you, even when you make me crazy.
Sighing at the uselessness of warning Xev off anything, Nick glanced back at his mom. Don't work too hard. Even though there were storm clouds gathering in the distance, and headed in from over the river, he took a moment to appreciate the day.
Zipping his jacket, he inhaled the familiar smell of beignets and coffee that wafted on the breeze, coming in from the Market and restaurants. Honestly, he was grateful to be home in the French Quarter, and among his friends and family. Yeah, it was a good day to be alive. His friend, Acheron, who was an ancient Atlantean, was right, every day should be met with purpose and lived with gratitude.
Having been forced against his will to live as someone else for a brief time, Nick had decided that as screwed up and dangerous as his real life was, he much preferred it to anyone else's. This existence and world might not be perfect. But they were perfectly his. The only thing he'd change at this point was the number of paranormal creatures who wanted him dead. Yeah, it would be nice to be off a few hit lists for a while. That he wouldn't complain about. Eh, ca c'est bon.
That was life. Some days you ate the rougarou. Some days the rougarou devoured you. And in this city, and in his particularly screwed-up life, that phrase seriously had significance. Sprinting up the steps of St. Richard's High School, he entered the two-story redbrick building and headed for his locker to change out his books so he could start his day right, and with as little drama as possible. Which would be a really nice change of pace. Nick grinned even wider as he shut his locker and turned to face his recalcitrant demon bodyguard.
Dang good day, if you ask me. Rolling his eyes, Caleb stepped around him to open his own locker. Thinking I should have hand-fed you to your enemies last night. Nick laughed.
Besides, you'd miss me if I were gone. With a rude snort, Caleb zipped his bag shut. I wouldn't test that theory, were I you. Nick leaned up against the locker bank and tried not to envy Caleb his dark, perfect Hollywood good looks that made every female in their school pass a longing gaze at him as she walked by.
Student and teacher. Now he's gone, and yet here you remain Ignoring Nick's feigned flirtations, Caleb shut the locker and brushed his hand through his stylishly coiffed jet-black hair. His dark eyes flashing orange, he gave Nick a harsh, unamused stare. If something eats you, they inherit my servitude and soul. As annoying as you are most days, I'd rather deal with you than one of my other possible choices.
He shoved a chemistry book at Nick. Done that. Reloop's a bitch and whoever designed it should be relegated to the lowest level of Thorn's special pit. Nick tsked at him. Thousands of years old and still in high school. Dude, you seriously need to speak to a guidance counselor about your transcript. Laughing, Nick stepped away from the lockers so that LaShonda could open hers.
Dressed in a J-pop-style navy suit, she had her newly done sisterlocks pulled back into a matching bow. LaShonda scowled at him as she pulled books for her first period. Nick winked at her. The sight of your beautiful face can cheer my most soured mood.
Instinct (Chronicles of Nick Series #6)
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And no one wants him more than the dark gods who created his race. Now that they know where he is, they will stop at nothing to reclaim him. And without knowing it, Nick has just embraced the one person he should never have trusted. The one person who will hand him over to his enemies to get back the life they lost. Nick has finally accepted his fate, now he must learn to defy his destiny, and the dark, deadly forces that will stop at nothing to destroy everyone he loves so that they can again return to the world of man and own it. Like Caleb, Zavid had dark hair and the kind of build and good looks that left Nick feeling without.
Zombies, demons, vampires, shapeshifters--another day in the life of Nick Gautier--and those are just his friends. But now that he's accepted the demon that lives inside him, he must learn to control it and temper the very emotions that threaten the lives of everyone he cares for. Something that's hard to do while trying to stay off the menus of those who want his head on a platter. And no one wants him more than the dark gods who created his race. Now that they know where he is, they will stop at nothing to reclaim him. And without knowing it, Nick has just embraced the one person he should never have trusted.