Moonlight Phantom

Moonlight PhantomISBN:978-1434814944
Genre: romantic suspense
Length: novella (36,712 words)
Release Date: November 2007

» EXCERPT

In the city that never sleeps, a new threat is dawning. In the shadow of the full moon a phantom is lurking, waiting for its prey. No one knows its name, no one has ever seen its face, everybody fears this ghost in the moonlight. Its past is shrouded in mystery, its purpose is unclear.

The urban legend tells that in the nights of the full moon the phantom brings justice to the righteous and swift retribution to the wicked, making its presence known when it is already too late…

While a man struggles to discover the reason and the culprits for the death of the woman he loved and lost, the phantom will strive to keep him alive, guarding over him from the shadows of the night, trying to keep its secrets and past buried.

Will the phantom reveal what hides behind its actions? Will it finally reveal the face hidden away from the silvery moonlight?

Excerpt

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Daniel Pryce cursed silently. The sniper was late. Who did the man think he was, letting someone like him wait?

“Mr. Pryce,” Micah’s voice was trembling. The kid was scared to death. “I have a bad feeling about this. Maybe it’s a trap.”

“I’m the one who summoned him, remember.” Daniel was impatient. “Everything will turn out just fine. You’ll see.”

“If you don’t do anything stupid, it sure will,” someone rasped in the darkness.

“You must be Artemis if I’m not mistaken.” Daniel tried to mask the unevenness of his voice. His fingers shook as he adjusted his immaculate tie. One didn’t meet Death incarnate just every day.

“And you would be?” A figure in a long, hooded cloak melted from the shadows surrounding the two men.

Daniel curbed the desire to run. Micah took a tentative step closer. How could one man evoke such terror? “It doesn’t matter who I am. The important thing is, I have a job for you.”

“Who stepped on your little foot?” The sarcasm made the rasping voice even more menacing.

Daniel inclined his head towards the briefcase at his feet. “In here, there’s five million dollars. It’s yours if you accept this assignment.”

“Wow. It has to be quite an insult for such a sum.”

“Don’t get me wrong. This man is the ultimate obstacle on my way towards supremacy over this city.”

“Can I at least know the name of this dead man walking? Or will you mime it for me?”

“Morgan Grant.”

Artemis took a deep breath of the crisp night air. “The infamous Street Knight.”

Daniel nodded. “You’re well informed, I like that. But I don’t think he’ll put up much of a struggle. It should be like stealing candy from a baby.”

“Isn’t Street Knight one of the best P.I.s in the U.S.? Or am I thinking of the wrong person? Why would killing him be easy?”

“Street Knight doesn’t exist anymore. Morgan Grant wants to die.”

The voice became even hoarser in the darkness of the hood. “No one is that desperate to meet his maker.”

“Grant is. He’s been hunting Death ever since his woman got fried four years ago. At last, his wish will be granted.”

Utter silence was his only answer.

All of a sudden, Micah felt eyes watching him. Though the sniper’s features were hidden in the depths of his hood, Micah knew the man’s gaze was trained on him. A shudder ran down his back. Now he understood how all the men he had killed since he started working for Pryce had felt. This was what it felt like looking Death in the eye.

“Mr. Pryce…” His voice was shaking. His entire body was shaking.

“I accept the money.” Death had spoken and Micah was still alive… For the moment.

Daniel rubbed his hands together. “Perfect. I’ll prepare everything and let you know of the time and place. Good luck.”

Micah followed his boss out of the park, never showing his back to Artemis, who stood there watching them, briefcase at his feet.

Jennifer crawled out of the bushes. “So?”

A satisfied smirk played on the sniper’s lips. “Pryce took the bait.”

* * *

Staring up at the huge screen on Times Square, Morgan felt faint. It had been years since someone contacted him through that media. It had been years since someone contacted him, period. No one else found anything strange with the short commercial message running on loop on the billboard. No one else suspected anything, but Morgan’s eyes made quick job of decoding it.

SK, if you want to know who deep-fried your woman, come to dock no. 3 in New Jersey the night after tomorrow, at 11 p.m.. Alone, naturally. A friend

His features set in a determined expression, Morgan stared up at the billboard. He was about to find out who had ruined his existence. He couldn’t wait to bury a bullet between the bastard’s eyes.

“Two more days,” he softly whispered. “Be patient, Chloe. I will avenge you – I swear.”

Mixing with the throng, he left the square with long strides, not noticing a woman with long chestnut hair standing just a few feet away, following him with her eyes. When he disappeared into the crowd, Adam’s ‘angel’ glanced up at the billboard, waiting for the message to reappear. A small frown creased her brow as she caught her lower lip between her teeth. Things were moving faster than anticipated.

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Trivia

» This story was originally a fan fiction, the first I’ve ever written back in high-school.
The title was Goddess of the Hunt.

» The car Morgan Grant drives in this book, a blue Skoda Fabia, was my first car.

» Artemis, though a minor deity in ancient Greece has for years been my favorite goddess of all. Mostly because I love taking walks in the moonlight and the night does hold a certain mystique.

I changed my mind on the whole Artemis thing after her (sort of) villainous role in Sherrilyn Kenyon’s Dark Hunter series. 😉