Finally, a vampire story for for someone other than teenage girls!

Dec. 21, 2011 - PRLog -- Shrouds of Darkness is about a Leo Malone, a vampire for hire to do just
about whatever you need done. Leo is hired by a young woman and her
brother to find her father, a werewolf and mob accountant, who has gone
missing and is suspected to be responsible for several killings
around Brooklyn. Leo soon finds there is far more going on than a
"simple" werewolf run amok problem. Leo's no nonsense, bullet diplomacy
approach to problem solving has him leaving no stone unturned and no
toes un-stepped on as he tries to unravel a conspiracy that threatens to
topple the enclave and reveal the existence of vampires.

If you like vampires with overly emotional teenaged angst, Leo is not your guy. If you like a wise-cracking, sword swinging, bullet spewing, hard-charging vampire, you don't want to miss out.

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Excerpt from Shrouds of Darkness

All three are new, but unfortunately for them, they won’t be getting any wiser with age. Maybe they don’t know the rules but I’m in a particularly foul mood thanks to my lack of progress in my case and I don’t feel like taking the time to educate them.
“Me,” I tell them as I reach into my jacket and start to pull my blade.
“Just you? It don’t look like much of a fair fight, mon. There be three of us.”
“Yeah well, that’s how it is sometimes but unless you have four or five friends in the other room it isn’t going to get any fairer.”
All three charge at me with blinding speed the moment they see my sword slide from of its sheath but they aren’t nearly as fast as I am. I am a trained fighter; these guys are hoodlums and newbie vampires at that.
I bury my sword into the Jamaican’s gut just below the sternum, but a slight dodge at the last second causes me to miss the spine I am aiming for. He flails about wildly and pulls my sword from my grip as he goes screeching and flapping about the room in panic.
The first white guy swings at me with a wild haymaker and I catch his wrist with my left hand in vice-like grip that would have pulverized the bones of a human. I pull him towards me and pivot us both around like I’m leading him in tango. The third vamp tries to clobber me from behind but I lash out with my right leg and send him flying through the wall, shattering several studs, and laying him out inside one of the bedrooms.
I spin back towards the one caught in my grip before he can take a swing at me with his free hand, grab him by the waist of his jeans with my right hand, and heave him into a roof beam before body slamming him onto the hardwood floor with the force of a pile driver.
The Jamaican calms down enough to pull my blade free from his chest and charges me with it raised over his head, ready to split my skull like a piece of firewood. Shalonda practically leaps into my hand and the look on his face is almost comical as he stares into that gaping black cavern of a barrel. I squeeze the trigger and his head practically vanishes in the flash of the discharge.
I snatch my sword from his limp grasp before his body even hits ground. I don’t even need to look as I pirouette and take off the head of the guy I slammed into the floor just as he is rising back to his feet.
A sound from the bedroom causes me to turn and I see the last vamp shaking the drywall dust from his face as he ponders his next move. We both come to the same conclusion at the same time.
“Don’t you dare…,” I begin to warn him but I’m too late and he isn’t likely to listen anyway. “…run. Damn it!”
He dives through a window before I can get a clean shot off and I immediately give chase. I pull out my phone and hit the speed dial.
“Cleanup,” I shout as soon as the other end picks up and I quickly rattle out the address. “Two rogue vamps and three human witnesses!”
I don’t wait for a reply before flipping the phone shut and pouring on the speed after the fleeing vampire. He is young but he is fast and I am barely able to keep pace with him.
Buildings fly by in a blur but I am getting no closer to my quarry and I know I need to bring this chase to end quickly as we begin nearing an area with a more active nightlife. It would not do at all to have multiple humans witness two guys tearing down the streets at speeds upwards of forty miles per hour.
As we burst out of an alley I snatch up a discarded tire rim and hurl it like a discus. Even I’m impressed with myself as the steel projectile catches the runner in the back of his head and sends him tumbling. I don’t even break stride as I tear a parking meter out of the ground and advance with malicious intent.
He is already climbing back to his feet as I reach him, but a swing worthy of the major leagues from my parking meter sends him flying into the unyielding brick wall of a building amidst the tinkling of flying nickels, dimes, and quarters.
The young vamp is persistent and tries to get back up but I double him over with a hit to the gut from my makeshift baseball bat then send him back down to the sidewalk with a clout to the back of his head.
I toss aside my parking meter, roll him over, and grab him by his jacket collar. “What the fuck was all that about? Are you all that damn stupid?”
It takes a moment for his eyes to stop rolling around and focus on me and when he does he laughs in my face.
“We’re vampires, dude. We do what we want!”
I shake him roughly and bounce his head off the concrete a couple times. “Shit like that will bring heat on us, you stupid bastard! That’s why it’s against the law! Didn’t anyone ever tell you that, or are you all just so damn stupid you don’t care?”
He laughs again and his reply sends a chill down my spine. “Not for long, Malone, things are changing and they’re changing real fast.”

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An engaging author, Brock weaves some marvelous stories with action and often humor on every page. If you enjoy books without a dull moment these books are for you.