Grey Gods

Grey Gods

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Twenty-one-year-old Lana Sauveterre moves from small town Odessa to San Antonio, Texas, for a job at a top-rated hair salon. After moving into her new basement apartment, Lana comes home from work one day and finds the driveway overflowing with motorcycles and men wearing leather jackets. Grey Gods club president, Angel Carvajal, just moved back home after doing time in prison, and is surprised to see Lana walking up his driveway. With Lana's help, Angel discovers one of the members in his club hasn't been entirely truthful, and Angel is convinced that rival gang, Las Torres Rojas, had something to do with his VP's mysterious death. Angel is fascinated with the girl renting out his parent's basement. The more time he spends with her, the deeper his feelings become, but after a string of targeted attacks on his club, he's forced with a difficult choice to end things with Lana before they have a chance to begin. Meanwhile, the San Antonio Skinner makes his third kill in less than a year. When he lays eyes on Lana, she becomes his new obsession.
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FINISHED AND COMPLEATED Santa Carla is a city that devours the lost-a place where neon and ocean fog hide monsters with fanged grins and leather jackets. Innocence here isn't just prey; it's bait. She's nineteen, a psychology student fleeing a suffocatingly religious home, more at ease with books and girls than the chaos of boys. She's awkward and anxious, hiding her curves and wild red hair beneath baggy hoodies, a sweet soul with a stubborn streak. She's never had a boyfriend-never wanted one. Boys are loud, brash, dangerous. She's always kept her distance. But Santa Carla has other appetites. And so does he. David is every warning ever whispered at Sunday school: platinum hair, leather and smoke, a villain's eyes and a devil's smile. He's everything she fears: When their worlds collide-her stumbling, blushing, apologizing; him amused, predatory, intrigued by a girl who should know better-the night itself sharpens its teeth. There's something in her that calls to David, a purity he aches to corrupt, a sweetness he aches to taste. In Santa Carla, desire is deadly and monsters always find their prey. Some call it the murder capital of the world. Here, even the sweetest blood can drive a vampire mad.

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