Eve of Chaos (Destiny Paramortals, book 3)

“You vill meet a dahk dangerrous strangah…”
Aurora predicted at the Mardi Gras ball, and as if someone left their Swords of War videogame on “share” in a parallel universe, the Dark Knight walked in. Conor de Sept Flambe´ with the distinctive leathery tattoos spanning his muscular shoulders and magnificent flashing swords. “Where did he get those swords?” Montana drooled. She’d been unable to force her eyes away from him, then he parted the crowd like Moses through the Red Sea, and asked her to dance.

He said he wanted to show her some of his moves. Right! Her Dinnshencha warrior wasn’t born yesterday… But there was more to this Knight than meets the eye, and he’s quite an eyeful! Recognizing her diminishing strength, he'd offered to prepare her for the Chaos, twenty-four hours when many Paramortals would lose their power.

With crazies coming out of the woodwork, Paramortals losing their abilities, personalities going AWOL, Sheriff Lang wants to know who will be left standing with him when the Para-moon begins. If Flambe´ is what Jack thinks he is, Destiny might have a chance. If not, they’ll be in deep… trouble. Where’s an F-18 when you need one?

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