Bøger af Elizabeth Montano

Sahara. She'd wondered, once upon a time, if her future had been foreshadowed by the name her parents had chosen for their baby girl when she'd first been born. Now, when she thought of it at all, she did so with a touch of irony. It was a perfect fit. Her heart and soul were as dry and withered as the desert she'd been named for. Her skin was as cold as a desert night while her wrath burned as hot as the desert sun. A blending of their own names, Sarah and Harold Wright, her mother and father couldn't have chosen any more appropriately if they had tried; if they had somehow known in advance what she would one day become.When her parents were murdered on the night of her 15th birthday and her own mortal life was stolen, Sahara's anger forced her on a quest for vengeance. Finally, a decade later, it's time for revenge..."I deliver justice, Hector. The ultimate justice. I have to tell you this because it's my policy to let the accused know why they're going to die. See, I mete out my brand of punishment only for specific crimes. Your Maker will take care of punishing you for all other wrongdoings, but I will have your death for your part in arranging for my parents to be killed. I will see you dead for taking my human life.Now, Hector, let the fight begin."She sprang at him. He flew toward her. The two met in the air. They whipped around and spun in circles so fast even Ben's vastly improved vision couldn't keep up with their moves. He held his breath, terrified for the woman he loved. Vladislov gripped Ben's arm to calm and reassure him. And most of all, to keep Ben from interfering. It was natural for Ben to want to protect Sahara, but she was far more skilled than he, for now. Any interference from Ben could make it more dangerous for her.It was a good thing Vladislov was holding him so tightly, because at one point, Hector had Sahara pinned on the concrete floor. A quick backflip reversed the roles, landing Sahara on top. Hector was no slouch when it came to combat, though, and he escaped her hold.They were back in the air now, their movements a frenzied, deadly dance.

When a demon murdered her parents on the night of her 15th birthday and her own mortal life was stolen, Sahara had no choice but to become strong and independent, fast. Her anger forced her on a quest for vengeance, which led the raven haired beauty to find her calling, that of a first-rate, immortal private detective. She worked alone, answering to no one. Then she met the very handsome Ben Taylor, a grieving brother who wanted justice for the death of his twin, murdered in an eerily familiar fashion. But, in finding the killer, would she also lose her heart? A must-read novel full of supernatural intrigue, and passionate romance, that will leave you hungry for the next installment of Vampire Vigilante Justice!

When five-year-old Arabella is possessed, her father will stop at nothing to save her from the darkness. Even if it means sacrificing his own life, Luke Connolly is prepared to take on a legion of demons determined to steal his daughter's soul. A story of profound faith, undying loyalty, and fathomless love. The Fight for Arabella will simultaneously chill you and warm your heart. A great read for nearly all ages! There was a wisp of cold darkness, its tendrils uncoiled, snaking out to tether him to the shadows. Instinct and faith tried to guide him back toward the light, but he couldn't reach its distant rays... couldn't escape the vacuum sucking at his soul, drawing him into a dark, swirling void. At the other end of a long tunnel, images flashed of what had once been his daughter, now the face of evil, swiping a black, gnarled claw at his eldest son. He had to save them both! Luke struggled uselessly against the invisible bindings and cried out in terror. He awoke with a start, surprised to find his screams had only been in the recesses of his mind; no one heard the anguished cries but him. Bathed in a cold sweat, Luke shook violently from the nightmare. He worked to slow his heartbeat and steady his hands, only to have a muscle-cramping shudder ripple through his body. Unable to dismiss the terrors, he sat his seat up straight and fought for sanity.