Re-Release of Books 1 & 2 of
The Gates Legacy Series
by Lorenz Font
Genre: FICTION / Romance / General / Paranormal
Book 1: Hunted
Deep in the heart of New York City’s netherworld, a horrible disease is ravaging the vampire community. The VampireCouncil is on a crusade to obliterate those infected, and Harrow Gates is target Number One. The unwitting source of the plague, he suffers from the same nightmarish symptoms as his victims. The world he’d been thrust into was cold, cruel, and intent on eradicating him, and the legions of afflicted vampires he created with his bite.
A bounty hanging over his head, satisfying his hunger has become an enormous challenge for Harrow. The less he feeds, the more hideous and painful his lesions become. Constantly running for his life and learning new tricks to survive, Harrow is in no position to refuse when Pritchard Tack offers him a unique opportunity.
Pritchard not only gives Harrow a new beginning, but also a purpose and a chance to rectify the chaos he created in the vampire world. However, the multi-billionaire has an agenda of his own.
Jordan is a reluctant new vampire and a woman on a mission. After the demise of her family and her own transformation at the hands of Goran, the ruthless leader of the Vampire Council, her only focus is revenge. Constantly faced with one frustrating dead-end after another, a stroke of luck leads her to an underground facility that she suspects is the lair of the monster for whom she is looking.
Upon learning more about the truth behind the secret bunker, Jordan must fight against her growing feelings of friendship and concern for the facility’s inhabitants. One man in particular threatens to pull her heart away from her sworn mission. There is something behind Harrow’s dark lenses that unsettles the hardened female. Once again, she trembles and hungers for something other than red-stained revenge. Is love strong enough to override her hate-fueled thirst for vengeance?
Hunted by Lorenz Font Blog Tour Stop
My interview at Tack Enterprises
I was picked up at the airport by Lambert. He seemed really nice as he helped me into a black SUV. I noted the tinted windows and thick glass throughout the vehicle. If I wasn’t dying to get this interview going for my author-friend Lorenz’s blog tour, I probably would have second thoughts. But being the trooper that I was, I was going to do it even if the big bulge underneath Lambert’s clothes was something other than a man-weapon. LOL
We drove a few blocks from the airport and stopped to pick up a guy who slipped in beside me. He didn’t say a word. His jaw muscles clenched and unclenched to the beat of my thudding heart. Hottie, as I christened the quiet guy next to me, reached around me with his HUGE arms, leaned in and whispered, “I won’t hurt you. Relax and enjoy the ride.” He tied a black cloth around my eyes.
Okay, I wouldn’t lie. I started to sweat. Not just because of the fact I was in a vehicle with people I didn’t know, blindfolded and getting more nervous by the minute, but also the dude beside me was freaking hot! (Hubby is not allowed to read this interview.)
I kept thinking about the guy next to me. He was tall, I think. I never saw him until he was just . . . sitting there. He had a dark complexion, shaved head and arms as thick as logs.
Damn, he is sexy as hell! I felt a sudden pang of guilt thinking of the wonderful man at home waiting on me. Trusting me to come without him and stay home with the kids. I thought to myself, sorry honey. And then I jumped when hottie next to me laughed. Yes, he laughed! Did I say that out loud?
“We’re here,” Lambert said and I heard a heavy sounding gate opening. We drove a little ways, and then the sound seemed muffled and echoed. Sexy leaned over and gently removed my blindfold. I blinked several times to adjust to the light. No one said a word as we navigated through intersecting hallways, stairs and another long hallway. Lambert announced our arrival on a walkie-talkie and I did everything in my power to ignore the guy standing next to me. When I glanced over, I realized he was indeed tall, muscular and had some really interesting weapons tied to his waist. Dangeran weapons, no doubt. He looked over at that exact moment and half-smiled. I know my face was as red as a fire truck.
Lambert opened the door to a room and waved me in. “Rohnert, go get Jordan, she will probably feel better if another female is in here.”
Rohnert. What an interesting name. I heard a chuckle coming from the direction Rohnert headed. Damn, did I say that out loud again? Get a grip girl.
I looked up and literally swayed at the sight. Two guys were engaged in combat using sticks, circling each other, and dripping with sweat. Yeah, very appealing. The door slammed behind me and the bigger guy with brown dreads stopped and looked at Lambert, at me, and back at Lambert.
“Who’s the chick?” he asked. The smaller guy took advantage of the momentary distraction, swiped his leg across and knocked the big guy off his feet. “What the hell, Harrow! I was trying to be a gentleman in front of the lady.”
Harrow reached down and helped the guy up. Tilting his head sideways, he looked over in our direction. “That’s Wyndy, she’s here to interview us about Hunted. Lorenz sent her. She has a few questions for us. Pritchard is in a meeting, so we are to make her feel welcome and show her around a little.” They shared a look I’m sure I wasn’t supposed to notice.
“Jordan is on her way down.” Lambert said.
As if on cue, the most gorgeous redhead I’d ever seen walked in the training room. I smiled at her and made eye contact, but she slammed the door, nodded at Harrow and walked over to one of the punching bags. She did a couple of impressive kicks and punches, then proceeded over to the corner of the room, leaned back, crossed her arms across her chest and scowled at me. Yes, I think I peed myself a little.
“Someone isn’t liking another redhead in the house,” Tor said and slapped Harrow on the back as he bent down to pick up a pair of Oakley’s and put them on.
“Don’t let them bother you, Wyndy. I’m Harrow, that knucklehead is Tor and the ‘other redhead’ is Jordan.”
He wiped his hand on his sweatpants, offered it and I timidly accepted. They were a menacing group to say the least.
I swallowed the big lump in my throat and then fished for my notebook. I walked, albeit nervously to the chair that Lambert offered.
“Are you guys ready?” I squeaked. Yeah, how sad is that? That Jordan chick made me nervous.
“Mind if we start with you Harrow?” He nodded. “I noticed the Oakley’s, your signature choice of eyewear. Can you explain why you chose that particular brand, and explain to the readers why you wear them?”
“These?” He took off his sleek looking sunglasses, closed his eyes before I even had the chance to see them and smiled. “Pritchard introduced the brand and it keeps the PIA’s from hounding me.” Then he opened his eyes and the freshest looking pair of crystal eyes—white and beautiful, stared back at me. He laughed when my mouth hung open.
”I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, but your eyes are amazing. I’m sure Jordan agrees.” I didn’t dare look at her, but I heard her sigh. “OK, next question. This disease—Incomis Sippanus’—seems to be pretty devastating, yet you look pretty good to me. Can you explain why that is?”
Harrow patted his lap, his face reflecting calm acceptance. Jordan walked over and sat on his lap without a word. I have to say, they look good together. A yin and a yang.
“It’s something you won’t wish even on your worst enemy. Leroy has found a semi-cure, and I have to say, I’m feeling real good right now. And even with this halo in my vision, I can still see how pretty your smile is.”
I freakin’ blushed right there, and snorts fired all around me. I gathered my bearings and turned to the cool dude with the dreadlocks.
“Tor, right? You obviously use the training room a lot. What equipment do you have in this training room that we definitely won’t find at 24-Hour Fitness?”
Tor rolled his eyes upwards, considering my question. In his deep, rumbling voice, he answered, “competent sparring partners.” He chuckled when I raised my eyebrows. “And one thousand pound weights. They have it if I stacked ‘em together, but that’s hardly fun.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
He walked over to the weights area and picked up a big-ass plate that had 1K written in big, bold letters. “See this? This is what I’m talking about.”
I couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped. He was quite a specimen.
“I know that you and Harrow are good friends. Lorenz talks about you two and your ‘unique friendship’ all the time. Was it ‘love at first sight’ so to speak, or did it take a while for you two to get along?” This was a trick question. I already knew the answer and dying to hear Tor’s response.
“Harrow, my man, is tight. He can be a little Nancy sometimes but I’ve seen the guy kick some serious butt. He’s a good leader for us. He still needs a bodyguard, but I’m done with that. I’m watching his little sister now.” Tor’s tone turned wistful.
“It would be great if Jordan could answer this one. What is it like living here, wherever this is, and what keeps you here at Tack Enterprises?” I wrote Tor’s answer and refused to meet Jordan’s gaze.
Jordan cleared her throat and I looked up. For the first time, a tiny smile broke out of her face. She was beautiful beyond words. “I didn’t like it at first. I felt like a prisoner without a cell, but as time went by, I began liking it, and the people around me.”
Tor hooted. “Oh, you mean, you like us now?”
Jordan glared at him. “Shut up, Burns. I don’t mind kicking your ass right now.”
“Reserve that for Harrow. Your mate needs a reminder who his ‘momma’ is.” Tor laughed, his voice filling the room. Lambert chuckled and shook his head.
“Harrow, if you don’t mind talking about it . . . how are you feeling?”
Harrow didn’t answer right away. He gave Jordan a kiss before getting up and striding to the far end of the room where he began to pace.
“We miss him, a lot. All of them are family. Not a day goes by that we don’t think of them.”
“Aye,” Lambert added in a solemn voice.
Okay. I guess, the wound is still healing. I cleared my throat. “Jordan, can I ask you about your Kalimetals and what drew you to Kali-Eskrima Martial Arts?”
“It’s Rohnert’s fault,” she answered and pointed to Mr. Hottie, who bowed his head in my direction. “He is the one who introduced the art form to me. The Kalimetal? I can’t live without them. They’re light and effective, but make no mistake, they’re lethal.”
She stood, swinging the weapon and danced around with it. The woman is remarkably graceful with her movements and I can’t help but admire the flair in her every step.
Rohnert smiled at Jordan’s explanation. I think I almost melted into a puddle of goo just at the mere sight of the gorgeous man smiling at me.
“Jordan was my best student before Harrow. I have to admit, Harrow learned even faster than she did. He surprised us all.” Rohnert said, standing next to Jordan.
“May I?” He asked. She handed the Kalimetal to him and he walked over next to me holding one toward me.
“See the inscription?” He let me inspect the markings on the rounded blade. “It’s the heart of Eskrima. It is what binds us together and keeps us on our mission even as we grieve our friends.
“What do you mean?” I whispered. The pain was evident on the face of everyone in the room. I just wanted to hug them all, well, except Jordan. She didn’t look like much of a hugger.
Rohnert looked up and smiled, as if he knew what I was thinking, to let me know it was ok to ask.
“To die because of thee,” he said the words with reverence. “It holds us together. We’re a family.
“Thank you so much for your candid answers and giving of your precious time. I hope I get the chance to chat again in the future. I know Lorenz considers you family as well. I wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.”
We sat around and talked for a while. Rohnert and Harrow demonstrated their skills with the Kalimetals and I warmed up to Jordan. She was fiercely proud of Harrow. Ally came by for a minute, said hello and then Tor followed her out, but not before giving Harrow a hard time going completely soft when another beautiful redhead walked in and jumped into his arms. Gail, I was told. She danced around the room, twirling so her dress would flare around her. She was an adorable little girl who obviously had everyone in the room wrapped around her little finger.
The group at Tack Enterprises were gracious with their time and answers, even with all that was going on after the incident. I was certain that they would continue the good work they started.
by Lorenz Font
Genre: FICTION / Romance / General / Paranormal
Book 2: Tormented
Within the Tack Enterprises group of underground fighters, Tor Burns is one of the few non-infected vampires committed to saving his diseased comrades from the vicious clutches of the Vampire Council. He is the meanest, strongest and most impulsive member of the team. Having survived a vicious attack in their underground facility, he now has a new purpose: guard the irresistible daughter of their fallen leader no matter the price. Armed with an abrasive personality and fierce loyalty, Tor approaches this new responsibility with serious determination despite his reservations.
Infected and hunted by the Council, Allison Tack is unable to do as she pleases. A co-heir of the Tack fortune, this beautiful and timid vampire is guarded by those loyal to her father. A walking target wherever she goes, Allison wants to learn how to protect herself, but no one is listening. Sick of being the helpless one in the company of trained fighters around her, Allison vows to prove that she can fight alongside the best of them.
Meanwhile, the harem leader, Melissa, is hell-bent on unraveling any clue about her son Demetrius’ fate. He disappeared without a word, and time has made her desperate. Stepping up her efforts, she seeks the help of Demetrius’ son, Zane. With the additional manpower, Melissa finds the lair of the suspected vampires and wages war against them.
Thrown together by necessity, Tor and Allison can’t continue to deny their attraction to each other. Tor wants to give in to his feelings for her, but old demons resurface. Tormented by a dark secret, Tor must confront the past to prevent losing the best thing that ever happened to him.
A life must be given for a life taken. Will Tor have to sacrifice himself before Allison pays the price?
~~ABOUT THE AUTHOR~~
Lorenz Font discovered her love of writing after reading a celebrated novel that inspired one idea after another. She is currently enjoying the buzz from her vampire novels Hunted and Tormented, the first and second book of The Gates Legacy Series, Indivisible Line, a romantic thriller, Feather Light, an erotic romance and Pieces of Broken Time, a military romance.
Lorenz’s perfect day consists of writing and lounging on her garage couch, aka the office, with a glass of her favorite cabernet while listening to her ever-growing music collection. She enjoys dabbling in different genres, with an intense focus on angst and the redemption of flawed characters. Her fascination with romantic twists is a mainstay in all her stories.
Lorenz lives in California with her husband, children, and two demanding dogs. She divides her time between her full-time job and her busy writing schedule.
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Praise for Hunted
“Idea of these kind of vampires is really interesting and structure of this vampire race have so many possibilities.
I liked how there was so many amazing characters and you could fully get absorbed to minds of each of them.” – Arabella, Goodreads Review
Praise for Tormented
“What a great sequel and I’m just looking forward for a third book. I’m so intrigued to see what will come next. You will love this book if you like this genre it is just that good.” – FS Meurinne, Goodreads Review