(The Immortal Gene, #2)
Publication date: September 16th 2016
Genres: Dystopian, New Adult, Supernatural
Since being discovered as Soulless, Nadia has become a target for both terrorist groups and government corporations. Now, her only hope for survival rests in the hands of the man sent out to kill her: Diesel, the Mad Dog terrorist.
Diesel is determined to free himself of the never ending curse of reincarnation and the haunting memories that plague his mind. But when his search leads him to Nadia, a greater desire stills him from taking her life.
Unable to see into Diesel’s cracking mind, Nadia instead puts her faith into his strength, fueled by eleven generations of unmatched rage and insanity. Their tight-rope relationship balances the two between life and death, love and rage, trust and betrayal.
Tension pulls at the hems of their dangerous companionship, and as time runs out all madmen must eventually make their choice.
Book two of the thrilling Immortal Gene series dives deeper into the danger of trusting your heart over your head.
Diesel threw his punch. It was fast and violent. As the thumping crack connected with the man’s jaw, blood spurted out, following the momentum of Diesel’s swing.
The second man rammed the stock end of his gun into Diesel’s ribs. Diesel stumbled and caught himself on the wall, holding his stomach.
Even as he buckled over, Diesel still managed to curl his voice. “Once I’m out, I am going to ram that gun down your throat.”
“You can go f** yourself!” The man checked his busted lip for blood before pointing the gun at my head. I pressed against the wall. “I don’t care who she belongs to. She’s dog food now.”
“Wait, he’s right. I’m valuable.” I held my hands up, palms exposed. “Scan me and you’ll see.”
Diesel swung back around as though I had just revealed explosives under my shirt.
“What?” The man with the bleeding lip laughed. “Scan you? Are you some Elite’s secret lover?”
“How could you possibly be of any use to us?” The other asked over the taunting.
I licked my lips, unable to understand the horrified scowl that tightened Diesel’s face. “I don’t have a soul imprint.”