can be read as standalones in any order!**
Nightly Book 1
Nightly is a born and bred Georgia boy from Savannah, who loves his
job as a social studies teacher, his bachelorhood and his widowed
Chandler is a contemporary big city woman with no desire to change
that fact; as different from Chase as night and day with one
important exception: They are both leaders of elite teams of vampireslayers called Uccisore, but with very different territories. When
Rae shows up in Savannah for reasons other than visiting family,
Chase demands to know her true motives. Sparks fly the moment they
meet and past life memories surface, memories that keep Rae off
balance and terrified that destiny will claim her heart once
Gordon Charles, Vampire King, kidnaps Chase’s mother, the two
leaders must join forces and put their chaotic feelings aside to save
her from becoming the Vampire Queen.
Nightly Book 2
with family legends and a blessed sword dating back to the first
crusades, Hunter Blackfox leaves the reservation in Cherokee, North
Carolina to replace a fallen member of Team Nightly and help protect
the city of Savannah, Georgia.
life is about to change…
he first lays eyes on Sheila Maxson, he likens her to Aphrodite,
Helen of Troy, and Jackie Onassis—sex, beauty, and class—all
rolled into one, long, luscious package just for him.
Maxson is a seasoned member of Team Nightly and a bloodline uccisore
gifted with exceptional speed and agility on the battlefield. But
she’s battling more than the rising number of vampires. The
horrific memories of an event that took place only days after 9/11
when she, her brother Michael, and their aging grandfather tried to
protect first responders from frenzied vampires, as they searched for
survivors at ground zero, are slowly chipping away at Sheila’s
emotional armor. With the added guilt of losing a friend and uccisore
brother in battle, the short fuse of her control is burning
time she and Hunter are in the same vicinity, Sheila goes on the
attack and Hunter has no option but to fight back. Until the night
Chase and Rae’s daughter is born and the vampire king breaches the
hospital nursery. The bickering teammates must team up to protect the
must find a way to bring down the walls that Sheila has erected
around herself in order to save not just Chase and Rae’s baby, but
the woman of his dreams as well.
word comes to them that Hunter’s Sword is coveted by GordonCharles, Vampire King, the entire team must find a way to keep it out
of vampire clutches.
Charles will do whatever he must to corrupt the powers of the sword
and sway its magic to benefit his cause. To do that he must spill
Luccisore blood…Sheila’s blood.
to the Mermaid’s Heart
Nightly Book 3
mythical sapphire, a family legend, and a lost treasure, could lead
Carly Harden to her fondest dreams . . . or her worst nightmare.
that Carly has revealed her secret, that she knows who and what Team
Nightly is, Tony Sargento, chef of the Blue Mermaid restaurant,
empath, and Carly’s boss, is furious with her. His jealousy at
Carly’s close friendship with Rhett James, the newest team member,
isn’t helping him calm his anger.
she’s been in love with Tony since the day they’d met, is one
thing she would never disclose. His anger at her is breaking her
heart and her past is preventing her from trusting him fully.
order to help the team locate an artifact that Gordon Charles, King
of the Vampires, is after, Carly digs a little deeper into the family
lore behind the key that she’s worn on a chain since she was a
little girl. She soon comes to believe that it is one of three needed
to open a lost treasure chest. One that is said to hold the Mermaid’s
Heart: a massive sapphire that is said to hold mystical powers and
created by Zeus himself.
powers that legend has attached to the Mermaid’s Heart, are said to
be boundless, granting the one who holds it their fondest wishes.
when Gordon Charles gets word that Carly is the owner of one of the
fabled keys to the Heart, he sends his minions to retrieve it, no
matter the cost.
Carly is attacked and nearly killed, Tony and Rhett must try to set
aside their ongoing battle, to win her heart, in order to protect
her. Even with the help of Team Nightly, it may not be enough to save
her . . . unless they find the Keys to the Mermaid’s Heart.
Nightly Book 4
only thing keeping the beast at bay is THE REDEMPTION STONE.
Logan fled Ireland fourteen years ago, letting his family believe him
dead, like his brother, Matty. When he landed on America’s shores
he was a feral werewolf, but everything changed when a special boy
and his father found him and gave him the gift of redemption.
Chuck has found his true mate in Scarlett James, and he is terrified
that he has now put her life in danger. Walking away after only one
night with Scarlett is the only way to keep her safe. Ashley Connor,
a wolf with an agenda, has set her sights on mating with Chuck and
building an invincible pack that will rule the entire region. She
will do whatever it takes to have her way, including partnering with
Gordon Charles, the Vampire King.
Chuck and Scarlett are attacked by a vampire who miraculously morphs
into a wolf, the reality of this new, and seemingly indestructible,
threat must be eradicated before Ashely Connor and Gordon Charles
have the chance to build their army…It may already be too late!
Porter has had one true passion, even as a young girl: writing.
Poetry and short stories were her pleasure and her escape while
growing up on a small farm approximately fifty miles south of
Indianapolis. From her first short story printed in her high school
newspaper at the age of fifteen, until the publication of her first
full length novel, SECRETS IN BETHLEHEM, in the summer of 2012 she
has dreamed of being an author. As a two-time winner of the Indie
Book of the Day award, Kate has explored different genres in her
writing career and has an eclectic collection of works to her credit
consisting of romantic suspense, mystery, and an urban fantasy
series. She has studied fiction writing at Greenville Tech, in
Greenville, SC and traveled to Georgia for a writing workshop. Kate
was featured in WOMAN’S DAY magazine and again in the Greenville News
and her hometown newspaper in Spencer, IN. She has been profiled in
her hometown newspaper, in Spencer, Indiana and in August 2013,
novel, BLACK HARVEST, has not only received 5 stars from Reader’s
Favorite, but has been awarded the 2014 NEW APPLE BOOK AWARD MEDAL
for the MYSTERY.
A heavy pulse throbbed beneath the scar he carried high on the right side of his chest. The deep,
five-inch long mark served as a fundamental reminder of where, at the age of seventeen, he’d taken
a blade from one of their brethren. In that same attack he’d lost the father he all but worshiped. Now,
the memento of that vicious battle served as a warning. It would start with a light tingle, more of a
tickle really. Then, as the enemy closed in, the tickle became a pulse, then a deep, aching throb.
The darkness was as thick and heavy as the sultry night air. He knew they were there slithering
around in the shadows. The stench of them hovered around him like a tangible thing clawing with
razor sharp talons at his senses. The rotting garbage and human waste overflowing the rusted
green dumpster did nothing to hinder the fetid stink of death they carried with them.
The languid half-moon hung high in the cloudless black sky casting its silvery light over those who
stood to face the evil. His team spanned the entrance of the alleyway peering into the dense black.
All faces a mask of determination. No sign of fear or dread crept into a single pair of eyes, eyes
already accustomed to the dark. They were a team of linea di sangue uccisore di vampiri—bloodline
slayers of the vampires—trained from the cradle to end that which preyed on the humans who
refused to believe vampires were real and not a figment of Hollywood’s twisted, macabre
But the vampires were as real as the people they’d once been when their hearts beat. They slunk
among the shadows. They hid. They watched as the uccisore watched.
Team Nightly: seven elite warriors all armed with steel swords, wooden stakes and enhanced
senses of l’uccisore. The team stood in silent sentry . . . watching . . . waiting. The anticipation of the
coming battle set their blood humming and their hearts pounding heavily in their chests.
Chuck, Simon, and Sheila held to their leader’s right flank as Michael, Gabe, and Tony held to his
left waiting for Chase Nightly, team leader, to give them the order to attack. Their purpose, their
spirits were as one as Chase took the first step, slowly moving into the darkness with only one
objective: to end the vampires.
With a barely perceptible nod the silent command was given. A single step behind their leader,
swords held at the ready, the team was dressed in black to blend with the night.
Chase saw the red eyes blazing at him through the shadows like burning embers; sharp fangs
glistened wetly in the slanted beam of moonlight. Without warning and with a speed endemic to the
undead two of them flew at Chase. With the deadly accurate speed of a blood-line uccisore, he
raised his sword to strike but the vampire sprang high into the air above him, slipping past Chase’s
blade and out of his reach. Like striking lightening, the vamp came at him again. Behind him, Chase
heard the clashing swords and grunts from landed blows of his team as they took up the battle
around him.One vampire came from his left as another came from his right, with the practiced precision of a well-
choreographed dance he took the first one’s head. In less than a heartbeat the vampire exploded into a
cloud of gray ash, drifting to the ground to mingle with dirt and refuse. He took the head of the
second before the dust of the first had settled. “Not as fast as you should have been, were you?” he
asked the two, now ended vampires.
A trickle of sweat slid down Chase’s brow to drip into a pair of clear, green eyes. He swiped the back
of his left hand across his forehead, spinning around simultaneously to block with his right arm a
lethal fist as it swung at Chase’s head. The pain sang through muscle and bone to his shoulder,
numbing his whole arm and nearly causing him to release his grip on his sword.
The hot Savannah night air was still, not a whisper of a breeze could be felt as the living battled the
walking dead. The sweat soaked through the material of the uccisori clothing plastering it to their
powerful bodies. The intense heat wasn’t a problem for those they fought: the dead did not perspire.
Chase kept his mind and concentration on the battle at hand but never lost sight of his team. He
watched as Gabe swung his sword with the enthusiasm of a boy playing a favorite video game only
three feet away. With a hearty laugh and a sarcastic, “You fight like a girl,” to his opponent, Gabe
dodged to the left, barely evading the bunched fist. If the blow had landed it could very well have
taken off Gabe’s head.
The vamps didn’t usually use man made weapons, preferring to rip their opponent apart with fangs
and fists. But should a weapon come to hand, they had no compunction about using it. Their only
thought was to feed their insatiable hunger and to do what their king ordered. One compulsion was
as strong as the other.
“Don’t get cocky,” Chase called out. “Sheila could whip your ass, and you know it.” He slashed his
sword at another vampire severing its hand but doing little to slow it down. The fallen appendage
turned to ash before it hit the filth strewn ground.
“Hey, now that would be an ass kicking I could get into,” Gabe said with another laugh as he took
the head off a vamp. Gabe’s golden blond hair took on a snowy sheen in the moonlight as he
dodged and parried with another vampire. His antics were ignored by the vampires he fought.
“You’re still an arrogant ass, Gabe,” Sheila said between thrusting her sword and letting a stake fly.
“And kicking yours wouldn’t be as much fun for you as it would be for me.” When her stake met its
mark and a vamp exploded into dust, Sheila let out a victorious laugh of her own. “You would be in
too much pain when I tie a knot in your dick and stake your balls to your ass,” she promised. She
dropped low to the ground knees bent, then swung her right leg to catch another vampire behind the
knee bringing him to the ground with a hard thump. Before the vampire could regain his feet she had
another stake in her hand from the supply she had looped in her thick leather belt, and plunged it
into its chest. Barely a second later and covered in vamp dust she bounded to her feet to take on two more
that advanced on her.
Followthe tour HEREfor exclusive excerpts, guest posts and a giveaway!