Title: Dark Days: Semester 2
Author: Liz Meldon
Series: Dark Days Duet
Genre: Enemies-to-Lovers Paranormal Romance
A vampire desperate for a brighter future. A wolf shifter eager to forget the past.
A killer closing in.
Still reeling from the events of December 31st, wolf shifter Emma Kingsley stumbles into the new year knowing that nothing will ever be the same. Her sanctuary—her territory—is falling to pieces around her. Danger in the forest. Danger in the village. Danger at her door.
This time of year, wolf’s in season.
The cruel promises of two rogue vampires cling to her like a second skin, but so does the possibility for something more with the vampire who saved her life. Despite her growing feelings, she knows in her heart that Calder is a part of this madness.
And when the truth comes to light, will she ever be able to trust him again?
Forced to unite for the sake of their beloved boarding school, two former enemies are torn between doing what is necessary…
And following their hearts.
The fresh start that vampire Calder so desperately craved is shot straight to Hell when the past comes back to bite him. Had circumstances been different, he would have fallen back on old habits—and run.
But now that Emma is involved, he knows the game has changed. A price must be paid, and if it keeps her alive, Calder Holloway will pay it a thousand times over.
Even if that means forgetting his feelings for the beautiful shifter. Every. Last. One.
Because those messy, messy feelings are what got him into trouble in the first place.
In the dark days of winter, an ancient evil emerges from the shadows. Blood will be spilled. Lines will be drawn. Lives will be lost.
Only one thing is certain: no one is safe.
Not even creatures of the night.
Dark Days is a standalone enemies-to-lovers paranormal romance duet. While Book 1 has a cliffhanger, all will be resolved with a supernatural happily-ever-after in Book 2.
As soon as my hand settled over the nape of her neck, Emma bolted upright, shrugging me off. “You don’t have to… Just go, Calder, I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Well,” she wiped at her cheeks, “that’s not on you to fix.”
“I’m not trying to.”
Oh, fuck it. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dragging her out from under Sampson and straight to me. Emma fought back, just as I knew she would, but not as hard as she could have—and less still when the tears started up again.
“Calder, just stop…”
I maneuvered her easily, lifting the shifter onto my lap, her back to my chest, both arms snapped tight around her in an embrace she couldn’t break even if she tried. And she tried. Emma pushed at my arms, drove her elbows into my ribs—weeping. She fought until she broke, until she went limp against me, body wracked with sobs, her nails sinking into my forearms like a steel bear trap. Pain flickered at the indents. I ignored it, all of it, and just held her, my face buried in her hair, drowning in lavender.
Our hearts beating as one.
Liz is a Canadian author who grew up in the Middle East. She has a degree in Bioarchaeology from Western University, and when she isn't writing about her own snarky characters, she is reading about other people’s snarky characters, babying her herb garden, loitering on social media, or taking care of her furbabies. Liz dabbles in both paranormal and contemporary erotic romance. Her paranormals are usually dark and angsty, and her contemporaries are stress-free smutfests, but you'll find both full of feels. Most of all, she loves writing realistic characters in fantastical settings.