I love Maggie Shayne. I started reading her Wings in the Night series and her Immortal Witches series as an introduction to paranormal romances, oh so long ago. I'm excited to see her return to her Wings in the Night world with this new series.
Twilight Guardians (Wings
in the Night: Reborn #1)
Author: Maggie Shayne
1 September 2014
"My inspiration has
always been Maggie Shayne's Wings in the Night." #1 New York Times
Bestselling Author, Christine Feehan
They told 20-year-old Charlie O’Malley that they had a cure for the
rare blood condition that would eventually kill her–an untested,
experimental cure. All they wanted in return was for her to join their
elite military team and train to kill the Undead.
She took the deal, not because she cared so much about extending her
life, but because it would make her strong–stronger than ordinary
humans. Strong enough to kill the vampire who’d pretended to love her,
taken her blood, used her body, and murdered her mother.
Killion was the last of his kind, or so he thought. When he found
Charlie, he felt the pull. She had the rare Belladonna Antigen all
vampires had as humans. Vampires were compelled to protect those rare
mortals they called The Chosen. But with Charlie, the bond was
different, more powerful than anything he’s felt before, and impossible
to resist, even though surrendering to it will probably get him killed.
Ancient vampire elders Rhiannon and Roland come out of exile, risking
their lives to help their mortal friend Roxy reclaim her granddaughter.
But before the tale ends, their lives will be forever changed.
Shayne as she returns to her most beloved series of all time with this
Wings in the Night: Reborn
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About the author:
I live in the teeny, tiny town of Taylor, NY,
(Alliteration Alert!) though my mailing address is Cincinnatus, my
telephone exchange is Truxton and I pay taxes and vote in Cuyler. All
of these are at least in the same rural county in the southern hills of
New York State; Cortland County. There are more cattle than people
here. The nearest “big” cities are Syracuse and Binghamton and they are
an hour away, in different directions, and not really all that big by
most standards, though they both seem humongous to me. I look out my
window to see rolling, green, thickly forested hills, wildflower laden
meadows and wide open blue, blue skies. My road is barely paved. The
nearest neighboring place is a 700 acre dairy farm.
My house is a big, century old farmhouse. I moved in here after my
divorce in 2006. Just a little over a year later, the house, which I
had named, SERENITY, burned. It was 99% gutted, and I lost my two dogs,
Sally, an 11-year-old great Dane, and Wrinkles, my 14-year-old, blind
bulldog. This was the culmination of my Dark Night of the soul, which
had seemed to hit me all at once in 2006-2007. My mother died that
year, after a 14 month battle with pancreatic cancer. She was only 60.
The youngest of my five daughters had left home that same year, and
while that’s not a tragedy at all, it felt like one to me. Then came
the divorce. And finally there was the fire--it seemed my darkest night
wasn’t quite finished with me after all. I had lost almost everything
before that point, and as I poked through the wet ashes and soot the
next day, I realized that I had now been stripped all the way to the
No better time to start over. (And no, I didn’t come to that
realization that day--there were a few days of wallowing in pity first,
particularly the day after the fire, when I hit a deer and smashed up
my car, which I was practically living in!)
That’s when I started to laugh. Just sat on the side of the road as the
deer bounded, uninjured and carefree, out of sight, and laughed. It was
just too ridiculous at that point, to do anything else!
And from there, I picked myself up, and brushed myself off, and said,
okay, there’s only one way to go from here. Forward. And that’s what I
did. There I was at the age of harrurmphemmph, living in my one, mostly
undamaged remaining room, with a dorm-sized mini-fridge, a futon, a TV,
my cat (nine lives!) and a laptop. And not much else. (Though thank
goodness the room that survived the fire, was a room that had its own
Since then I have rebuilt my beloved home, which really has become my
haven, my “Serenity.” I share it now with my fiancé, Lance, and we have
accumulated quite the little family together. “Little” being a relative
term. We have a pair of English Mastiffs, Dozer and Daisy, who weigh
203 pounds and 208 pounds respectively, and a little pudgy English
Bulldog named Niblet, who is bigger than both of them, inside her mind.
We also have the aforementioned cat, Glorificus (“Glory” for short,)
who adores her canine pups and keeps them firmly in line. And we've
acquired a pair of stray cats as well, a mother and son, Luna (Lulu for
short) and Butters aka Buddy. Lulu showed up pregnant during a lunar
eclipse, had a litter, and vanished again. We found homes for all the
kittens except one. Butters. We got him fixed and kept him. A few
months later, Lulu returned, again expecting. This litter was born on
the "Monster Moon." Again, all the kittens were spayed and neutered and
placed in homes, and this time we got Lulu to the vet in time to spay
her before the cycle could repeat.
Glory is not amused.
She has a story of her own, my old Glory cat, having been with me
before the Dark Times descended, she went through it all with me, moved
with me, survived the fire, and remains with me still. She's tolerating
the newcomers. Barely.
My partner is an artist, a mechanic, a welder and an inventor, and the
rumors are true, he is much younger than I.
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