Book Three: Quent
"Atmospheric and dark, filled with high-stakes action, sizzling romance, and set against a shadowy, post-apocalyptic world that's as fascinating as the varied cast of characters who inhabit it. ABANDON THE NIGHT is a gritty, sexy page-turner – yet another riveting entry in an exciting new series. For those of us who like our paranormal romance on the urban, edgy side, Joss Ware delivers!"
– Lara Adrian, New York Times Best-selling author
Everything they knew is gone.
From the raging fires, five men emerge with extraordinary new powers. They are humankind's last hope ... but they cannot survive this dark, ravaged world alone...
Quentin Fielding had everything. Money. Power. Women. But now that civilization is all but annihilated, Quent only wants one thing: revenge. Harnessing a strange new "gift," he embarks on a deadly mission to find the the man responsible for the chaos and destruction, the man he should have killed years ago: his father. Only one thing stands in his way – a mysterious, arrow-wielding beauty...
Zoe Kapoor is on her own quest for vengeance, searching for the monstrous fiends who murdered her family. Soon she and Quent join together, journeying through the ruins of the world they once knew as a desperate desire builds between them. Drawing closer to an enemy they never imagined, Zoe and Quent must abandon all fear, abandon all regret, abandon the night ... if they want to stay alive.
"So if you're going to disappear off into the dark again, I should probably warn you," Quent said.
Zoe snorted and turned back. "About what? The gangas? The lions? The wolves? I can take care of myself."
Quent smiled, knowing that his teeth probably gleamed mockingly at her. "I know that. I was talking about me."
"What do you mean?" she said suspiciously. And she took a step back.
"I mean that I'm going with you this time, Zoe."
"No fucking way." Her voice was adamant, and filled with affront. "I don't want or need you or anyone with me."
He kept smiling because he knew he bloody well had her. "That wasn't what you were saying earlier today, when you were begging for more." His voice dipped low and he sought her eyes in the dim light.
"I can get that anywhere." She tried to sound blase, but he could hear the unsteadiness in her voice. As if she, too, were remembering. Oh, so reluctantly.
And don't you even fucking think about getting it anywhere else. "All right, then. No sex, if that's the way you want it. Purely platonic. Neither of us needs the distraction, anyway, so I'm on board with that. But I'm coming with you, like it or not."
"Definitely fucking not."
"Look," Quent said. "I know you're looking for Raul Marck--"
"Yeah, and I finally found him. I would have scrambled his fucking brains to bits if that damn woman hadn't messed everything up by getting herself cut up. Now I have to find the bastard again, and I don't need anyone getting in my way. Especially you."
"Right, then. But it'll be a lot easier if you just let me go with you."
"Why is that?"
"Because I'm going to follow you if you don't. And then you'll waste even more time rescuing my incompetent arse. I'm blond, remember?"
"For fuck's sake. I should have just let you lie here."
And the fact that you didn't speaks volumes, Zoe, luv.
"Why do you want to go with me?" she demanded.
"It's certainly not because of your charming personality," he said with a soft edge to his voice. "Although there are some parts about you that I find more than a little delightful."