Oct 20 2015 12:00pm
A League of Their Own: The League Series by Sherrilyn Kenyon
Today, Heroes and Heartbreakers is thrilled to welcome Sherrilyn Kenyon to the site to introduce her League series to you. Whether you are a long time fan of the series or this is your first introduction, there's plenty to enjoy! Plus, we're giving you the chance to win the first three books in the series!* Thanks, Sherrilyn.
Hell’s New Heroes
Welcome to a world where corrupt assassination politics dominate everything and everyone. It’s kill or be killed. You’re either the hunter or the prey, and every life has a price.
Most live in fear. We fight back. These are the men and women who come from the streets and from bloodied backgrounds of survival. You just have to decide if they’re better than the ones chasing you…
Sarcastic, loyal, highly trained and lethal, these men and women are the next generation of heroes who have come together to protect the innocent from the corrupt governments and The League that prey on those who can't stand against them. They know how to laugh in the face of madness and danger, and to endure the worst The League and their enemies can hurl at them. They will not stand by and watch greed, tyranny and injustice tear their worlds apart any longer.
The war is on…
Read the excerpt below and don't forget to leave a comment to be entered for a chance to win books 1-3—Born of Night, Born of Fire, and Born of Ice!
Sherrilyn Kenyon's The League Series:
He was born and trained to kill
Command Assassin Nykyrian Quikiades once turned his back on the League—and has been hunted by them ever since. Though many have tried, none can kill him or stop him from completing his current mission: to protect Kiara Zamir, a woman whose father’s political alliance has made her a target.
She must accept his protection or die
As her world becomes even deadlier, Kiara must entrust her life to the same kind of beast who once killed her mother and left her for dead. Old enemies and new threaten them both and the only way they can survive is to overcome their suspicions and learn to trust in the very ones who threaten them the most: each other.
And now, read an excerpt of a selected scene from book 1 in The League Series, Born of Night.
Nine years later
She’d been kidnapped!
Kiara Zamir came awake with indignant anger riding her hard. Even now, she could feel the cold, rough grip on her arms and mouth, feel the bite of the injector as the drug sped through her bloodstream and quickly rendered her unconscious. Her abductors had moved so fast, she’d had no chance to call for help.
Or better yet, fight.
Crippin’ cowards! She hated people who attacked like that. At least be a man and face her. But no … they’d resorted to the lowest means of capture. Sneaking around in the dark to take her while she slept.
There was nothing in the world she hated more than those who hid in the shadows, waiting to prey on people. Assassins, kidnappers, muggers, rapists, etcetera, they were all worthless, soulless scum who deserved nothing but pain and death.
Now, her head ached terribly as the last remnants of the drug wore off. An acrid smell filled her senses, choking her with its stench. Her throat was so dry, she could barely swallow as she tried to lick her dry lips to keep them from cracking.
She tried not to breathe deeply as she opened her eyes to confront who or whatever held her prisoner.
To her relief, she was still dressed in her pink nightgown, lying face down on a rotting mattress.
Ew, nasty …
There was no one else in the room and no sound warning her there was anyone nearby. Thank God for small favors. It would give her time to plot an escape or at the very least a counterattack.
With a grimace of distaste, she pushed herself up and nearly fell as a wave of nausea and dizziness buzzed through her head. She caught herself against the wall next to her, a roughened spot of rust scraping the palm of her hand.
“Great,” she mumbled. “So much for equilibrium. Bloody bastards.” At least they hadn’t bothered to bind her hands or feet. No doubt they assumed she’d be like other women of her station, too terrified and docile to fight them.
But if they thought she was going to blithely wait around for them to return to kill her at their leisure, they were sorely mistaken. She may have been born a princess, but docility wasn’t in her blood and neither was patience. Not to mention, she’d learned many tricks over the years while living with her overprotective military father, including the ability to pick a good lock.
As well as how to beat an attacker into the ground.
A determined grimace settled over her face as she headed toward the door on unsteady feet. True, it’d been years since she’d bypassed the intense security and picked the locks on her house to sneak outside and meet her friends after curfew, but she was sure she would remember how.
She had to.
Besides, the chance that this rusted-out junker had the latest in security was slim to none. If they couldn’t afford a clean mattress and repairs, they surely couldn’t pay the exorbitant fees a security company charged to update their systems.
Reaching the door, Kiara ran her hand over the smooth keypad. Very old indeed. How quaint. It reminded her of the locks on her grandfather’s house from twenty years ago.
She looked around for anything that might give her a clue about the key code, but there were no numbers listed anywhere. Nothing personal about her attackers other than what they ate and how filthy they were.
Ugh! There was no use in simply guessing random number sequences since that could very well lock her out completely and trap her here. It might even gas her back into unconsciousness.
One could never be too sure what tricks a lowlife might use.
“I’ll have to rewire you.” If she could find a means of unbolting the lock from the wall …
With a sigh, Kiara glanced about the room, noting the inordinate amount of garbage strewn across the floor. She wrinkled her nose in distaste of the disgusting odor. The thick, steel walls were covered by huge spots of rust and corrosion. How in the universe had this craft ever passed space inspection? It wasn’t fit to carry the stinking garbage offending her, let alone human occupants.
They must have greased a major palm.
“Suck it up, baby,” she said under her breath. “You have to find something for that lock and get out of here.” Surely there was an escape shuttle or pod she could find and launch.
Heck, at this point, she’d be willing to eject herself into space and float home—at least if she could find a suit that would protect her from the vacuum of space.
She curled her lip at the nastiness as she kicked at a pile near her, looking for something she could use on the door. I’d rather be eaten alive than call this place home …
There was a pile of half-gnawed food under a small towel. “Ah, gross.”
One would think the sheer disgustingness of this mess would kill them. Where were flesh-eating parasites when she needed them?
Suddenly she heard footsteps approaching in the corridor outside. Even more determined than before, she cast her gaze around, searching for a weapon.
Nothing but the wilted garbage met her sight.
Kiara growled deep in her throat. The only help the garbage offered was the possibility her kidnappers might faint from the stench.
If only she were so lucky. They probably smelled worse than the garbage did.
Clenching her teeth, she pressed herself against the wall by the door and waited to attack them when they entered.
Copyright © 2009 by Sherrilyn Kenyon.
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New York Times bestselling author SHERRILYN KENYON is a regular in the #1 spot. This extraordinary bestseller continues to top every genre in which she writes. More than 60 million copies of her books are in print in more than one hundred countries. Her current series include The Dark-Hunters, The League, and Chronicles of Nick. The Chronicles of Nick and Dark-Hunter series are soon to be major motion pictures.