Welcome to my stop on D.N. Simmons Virtual Book Tour for The Guilty Innocent, book 2 in the Knights of Darkness Chronicles series. Please make sure to leave a comment or question for D.N. below. My review will post separately by noon today.
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Knights of the Darkness Chronicles Book Two
D.N. Simmons
Genre: Urban-fantasy
subgenres: Horror, Paranormal Romance, GLBT, Multicultural, Mystery/Thriller.
Publisher: Rushmore Publishing
ISBN: 978-0615688381
ASIN: B004EPYUTY
Number of pages: 271
Word Count: 106415
Amazon BN
Book Description:
The Guilty Innocent is the second novel in the edgy, action-packed, sexually-charged, Knights of the Darkness Chronicles.
In this installment, Darian, the gorgeous, charismatic and charming master vampire of Chicago is framed for a crime he didn't commit, but why? His lover, Xavier, Natasha and a few others must travel halfway across the world to find out who and why before time runs out and all hell breaks loose!
Original, sexy and gritty, the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles will suck you in and take you for a ride you won't forget!
The Guilty Innocent is the second novel in the edgy, action-packed, sexually-charged, Knights of the Darkness Chronicles.
In this installment, Darian, the gorgeous, charismatic and charming master vampire of Chicago is framed for a crime he didn't commit, but why? His lover, Xavier, Natasha and a few others must travel halfway across the world to find out who and why before time runs out and all hell breaks loose!
Original, sexy and gritty, the Knights of the Darkness Chronicles will suck you in and take you for a ride you won't forget!
Excerpt:
Warren could smell the blood in the air; it made his stomach growl and churn with hunger. He immediately
regretted not taking his partner’s advice and grabbing a whole lot of something to eat along the way. The
scent of the blood was so enticing, he felt his mouth water. Swallowing hard, he reached into his pocket,
pulling out his badge and ID, and handed them to the uniformed officer protecting the crime scene from
intruders and the media. Warren surveyed the crime scene as the officer verified his identification before
handing it back.
The body had been dumped on the shoulder of 95th Street. There was a small patch of wild grass that had
grown four feet high and beyond that, huge patches of gravel and dirt. He stepped under the yellow and
grown four feet high and beyond that, huge patches of gravel and dirt. He stepped under the yellow and
black police tape that blocked off the crime scene. He could see the M.E. forensics expert taking pictures of
the body from all angles. As he walked closer, he realized right away why forensic specialists were walking
around the area and taking so many pictures. The crime scene was a horrific sight. The body had been
dismembered; mutilated chunks of bloody flesh had been carelessly strewn about the area.
dismembered; mutilated chunks of bloody flesh had been carelessly strewn about the area.
A uniformed officer rushed past him to puke on the curb next to a squad car, using the car’s hood for balance
as his stomach heaved its contents onto the pavement. Warren looked closely at the gruesome display of
mutilated flesh. His senses picked up a slight scent of a shifter from the scattered body parts but it was
highly overshadowed by the smell of blood. He hoped whomever the pieces of flesh had belonged to was
murdered somewhere around the location and not somewhere else like the last victim. The sooner he could
catch this bastard, the better. At least, now he knew for certain that a shifter was involved. He just wished he
catch this bastard, the better. At least, now he knew for certain that a shifter was involved. He just wished he
had a more defined scent to work with.
Well, at least one thing could be ruled out. Xander’s theory of foul play from the human race was out of the
question from this standpoint. This was the work of a supernatural and it was the last thing the supernatural
race needed. More drama. More ammunition for the humans to throw at them about how they should all be
rounded up and destroyed. He watched as blood dried to a dark red tint on the exposed ligaments and
muscles. Ragged pieces of skin clung to the chunks of flesh. He counted five pieces of the body, ranging from
muscles. Ragged pieces of skin clung to the chunks of flesh. He counted five pieces of the body, ranging from
small to medium.
The largest chunk of flesh was what remained of the torso. He stepped closer to examine the bite marks
where the wolf had torn through the skin, bone and muscle. Looking inside the cavity, he could see that the
ribs had been splintered. Little particles of white bone sprinkled the remaining intestines still attached to the
shredded abdomen. There was no blood splattered around the area, just small puddles that had drained from
the pieces of the corpse. He fought the urge to kneel on all fours and plunge his face deep into the
feast at hand. He licked his lips and swallowed the saliva that had gathered in his mouth as his stomach
feast at hand. He licked his lips and swallowed the saliva that had gathered in his mouth as his stomach
growled loudly, anticipating its next meal. He heard footsteps coming closer and looked up to see his partner
approaching.
approaching.
“I can hear your hungry ass from over there. Didn’t I tell you to eat something before you brought your ass
out here?” Matthew stated forcefully as he approached Warren. Kneeling beside him, he inspected a bloody
chunk of the corpse by lifting a piece of the torn muscle with his examining pen. Warren gave him a rueful
smile. He looked at Matthew’s attire, a black sweatshirt with the faded letters of Rosenthall-Krest University
on the front and a pair of faded and obviously worn blue jeans. His boots were the newest thing he had on.
They still had that new store-bought shine to them.
“You did, but I didn’t think I’d have enough time to stop,” Warren lied. “You had time. At least enough time
to pull into a Burger Town or something and grab a dozen breakfast sandwiches. Anything would have been
better than having you drooling over the body.” He took another look at the scene. “Or what’s left of a body.
better than having you drooling over the body.” He took another look at the scene. “Or what’s left of a body.
We can’t even tell if this was a man or woman, young or old. I guess it matters little. As it stands now, this
is a John or Jane doe. Shit, I’m not even sure if it’s human!”
is a John or Jane doe. Shit, I’m not even sure if it’s human!”
“It’s human, Matt. Has Galen found anything more about the body from yesterday? Has it been identified?”
Warren asked.
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About the Author:
D. N. Simmons lives in Chicago IL., with a rambunctious German Shepherd that's too big for his own good and mischievous kitten that she affectionately calls "Itty-bitty". Her hobbies include rollerblading, billiards, bowling, reading, watching television and going to the movies.
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