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Fury Unleashed
Book 1: Forgotten Brotherhood
by N.J. Walters















Maccus Fury, a fallen angel, is trying hard to keep his sanity. Seems being an assassin might be catching up with him. Now, Heaven, or Hell, has sent a beautiful assassin to kill him. Lovely. She's pretending to seduce him, and he's okay with that. She's smart and snark--but she has no idea what she's walked into. And he's more than peeved that they only sent one person. They're going to need an army if they want him dead.

Morrigan Quill is one of Hell's bounty hunters. She sold her soul to keep her sister safe, and now she's working off her contract by catching bad guys and dragging them back to hell. When Lucifer makes her a new offer--that's definitely too good to be true--she can't say no. All she has to do is kill a powerful and crazy-hot fallen angel, who will totally kick her ass in battle.

Good thing he won't see what's coming next.





"A book you will not be able to put down."
Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction

"My mind is still reeling from how good it was! (...) I can't believe this is the first book I've read by N.J. Walter! The writing was fantastic and kept me on the edge of my seat. I am ecstatic this is going to be a series."
5 Stars - Shakera, More Books Please

"NJ Walters is a master at delivering sexy, sensual and fast paced paranormal romances in my opinion but this time she truly hit it out the park.
-M.F., Goodreads

"I can't say enough good things about this book. If you like fallen angels and demons then you need to read this book...right now!"
5 Stars--Mary Kirkland, Dark Thoughts

"Ms. Walters delivers an action-packed, super-steamy, engrossing read that is sure to leave you hungry for more."
5 Stars--Reader's Edyn

Excerpt from Fury Unleashed
©2020 N.J. Walters



What the hell am I doing?

Her job, for one.

Yeah, right. She hadn't followed Maccus because Lucifer wanted the man dead.

I have no idea why I'm here.

Her lips still tingled where he'd kissed her. It had been more than ten years since she'd had a sexual reaction to a man. Being dragged into Hell to train as a bounty hunter had killed her libido. And since then, the only contact she'd had with the opposite sex was either demon--no thank yo--or human scum like the group she'd encountered tonight. Not exactly designed to make a girl want to rip off her panties and jump into bed.

But Maccus knew what she was and wasn't the least bit intimidated or bothered by it. That was a turn-on.

But she was no closer to understanding exactly who or what he was beyond his name and that fact that he was badass.

Her boss ordered her to sleep with him if necessary. And if sex with a stranger helped keep her alive, she'd been prepared to do it.

Then she'd met him in person and decided it might not be such a hardship after all.

It was smart to go with him, maybe find out where he lived and discover his weaknesses, if he had any. It would make it easier to kill him when the time came. If she tried now, she was as good as dead. There was no time limit on the contract. It made sense to discover all she could about her target before setting the trap.

And she was lying to herself.

Maccus was almost seven feet of muscle and menace. The only thing soft about him was his silky black hair. In person, his features were even more rugged. And his eyes seemed to hold all the secrets of the universe, all the pain.

Black pants clung to his powerful thighs. A black tank top stretched across his massive chest beneath a light leather jacket. They were dressed in an almost identical manner, blending seamlessly with the night.

He woke long forgotten yearnings from back when she'd been nothing more than an unsuspecting human living her ordinary life.

He made her remember who she'd been, not what she'd become.

Primal instincts urged her to run.

He's dangerous.

Softness was not something she could afford. Not with her life and that of her sister hanging in the balance. Until she'd fulfilled her contract and paid the debt in full, Lucifer was within his rights to grab her sister. And there was nothing she wouldn't do to keep Kayley safe.

That was her objective. She couldn't forget it for one second.




Arctic Bite
Book 2: Forgotten Brotherhood
by N.J. Walters















Being immortal doesn't mean you can't die. It just means you're damn hard to kill.

When Alexei Medvedev joined the Forgotten Brotherhood--a group of paranormals hired to assassinate other paranormals--he knew it wouldn't be a cake walk. But his next target is one of Death's own Reapers gone rogue. For the first time since he started this gig, "damn hard to kill" feels damn near impossible.

Everyone in the Brotherhood knows the first rule: don't fall for your target. But when Alexei tracks Cassie Dobbs to a remote bar in small-town Alaska, he finds the hot-as-hell Reaper casually serving drinks as if she doesn't have a bounty on her head from Death himself. And now he's dangerously intrigued.

But Alexei soon has bigger problems to face than an unexpected attraction. They only send assassins after those who deserve to die--or so he’s been told. Now that he's met Cassie, he's not so sure.

Because what if everything he’s been told is a lie...and the person he's been sent to kill is the only one who knows the truth?





"ARCTIC BITE is a standalone featuring a polar bear shifter (who has a secret), a woman who is trying to hide and live a human lifestyle, who together brings us a steamy romance that will leave you breathless. Add in action, intrigue, Death, Reapers, nasty group of vampires, and a Fallen Angel who scares everyone, and you have ARCTIC BITE and it will have you!"
Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction

"5 stars for a very entertaining and page-turning read making me revisit the many paranormal beings under a very unusual light."
5 Stars--Elodie's Reading Corner

"I loved this book. (...) I am so in love with this world the author has created. I have no idea what is next in this series but I can't wait to find out! I can't wait to meet the next member of The Forgotten Brotherhood."
4.5 Stars--Carol's Crazy Bookish World

"I have fallen in love with this new series of Assassins with a moral compass and hidden hearts of gold!"
--Nikki's Book Nook

"There is something so poetic with the way that N.J. Walters writes. The magic she creates with her characters resonates with me in ways I never expect. "
5 Stars--Natalie the Biblioholic

Excerpt from Arctic Bite
©2020 N.J. Walters



Just her luck. She finally was attracted to a guy and he was probably here to take her home. Or maybe exterminate her. Did he even know what she was? Or was this nothing more than her overactive imagination? Maybe he was socially awkward. No crime in that.

She swallowed back a scream of frustration. She was making herself crazy with all this speculation.

He remained silent, but he did finally raise his head. There was something in his expression she couldn't quite distinguish, and it gave her pause. Was it regret? Pity? Anger bubbled up inside her. Swallowing it back took a real effort, but she managed. With anger would come a burst of energy. That could alert one of her kind to her presence here.

"Just who the hell are you?" she demanded.

He frowned and tilted his head to one side, seeming honestly bewildered by her question. "Alexei Medvedev."

It was tempting to let it go, but she couldn't afford to. She leaned closer until their foreheads were almost touching. "Let me rephrase the question. What are you?" If she was wrong about him, he'd be confused by her question. If she could catch him off guard, she might get an honest reaction.

He released a chuff, the sound more animalistic than human.

It all suddenly made sense--his big size, his enormous appetite, his ability to easily handle whiskey like it was water. The dark, musky scent that clung to his skin. She checked to make sure no one else could hear. For once, the jukebox was quiet and there was only the hum of the television over the bar.

"You're a shifter of some kind, aren't you?" She had no idea just what she was dealing with, but having one of his kind show up in Alaska and come to her place of work was no coincidence.

Without waiting for an answer, she demanded, "Why are you here?"

He straightened--his great size more intimidating than it had been up until this very moment. Without the haze of sexual attraction blinding her, it was easy to see what was glaringly obvious, to put all the clues together.

Ignorance might be bliss, but it could also be her undoing. Too bad she hadn't seduced him last night. That ship had sailed. And that saddened her even as dread made her stomach clench.

He stared right at her, his icy-blue eyes filled with determination. "I'm here for you.'




Burning Ash
Book 3: Forgotten Brotherhood
by N.J. Walters















No one is more surprised than Asher, one of the oldest vampires on Earth, that he's attracted to vamp hunter Jo Radcliffe. She's smart, a talented slayer, and she's gorgeous. Something about her pulls at him, like no one ever has before. For a man, whose name strikes fear in everyone--this is something new and intriguing. And quite possibly deadly, if she discovers his secret.

Jo has two things in common with the handsome Asher--they are both slayers and someone is messing with them in a very-much-trying-to-kill-them way. She's not so happy about joining forces with a dude she doesn't know. But he's sexy as hell and really good at his job as one of the Forgotten Brotherhood, whose business it is to execute misbehaving paranormals.

She knows she's bait in a larger plot to harm Asher and the Brotherhood. And there is nothing he won't do, no line he won't cross, to keep her safe--which may be the weakness that destroys them both.





"If you love very old vampires, spunky vampire hunters, a sarcastic fallen angel, a former hell's bounty hunter, a berserker werewolf, Lucifer, a goddess and want danger, mystery, a very steamy yet sweet romance added into the mix then you will love BURNING ASH."
Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction



"Burning Ash by NJ Walters is a magnificent read from cover to cover."
5 Stilettos and a Recommended read--Deb, HEA Romances With a Little Kick

"I'm hooked on this series! N.J. Walters' Forgotten Brotherhood Series is an exciting, unique and smoking hot paranormal series "
4.5 Stars, Cori, Reading in Pajamas

"This was a sexy, steamy, suspenseful story that kept me on the edge of my seat."
4.5 Stars--Carol, Carol's Crazy Bookish World

Excerpt from Burning Ash
©2020 N.J. Walters



"Who the hell are you?" she demanded of the tall, lean man who was still mostly in the shadows. Whoever he was, he was dangerous, maybe even more so than the creature she'd just beheaded. He'd come out of nowhere and snatched the crossbow bolt out of the air like it hadn't even been moving.

A shiver raced down her spine.

Dressed all in black, he blended with the dark. She hadn't known he was there until he'd deliberately come forward. And she always had total situational awareness. It was a matter of survival.

Her profession had a very high mortality rate.

A nudge of his foot sent the vampire's head rolling back toward the body. The undead would need to be burned if he didn't start disintegrating soon, but she was keeping her distance from the man in black.

"Asher." He gave her a half bow. "And you are?"

A quick shake of her head. "You don't need to know."

"That hardly seems fair considering I saved your life."

"It didn't need saving," she asserted. "I'd already moved."

"True," Asher conceded. "You're fast, but I didn't know that. I should get points for the attempt." He sauntered out of the dark and fully into the candlelight. The flames flickered over his face, exposing a strong jaw, straight nose, and high forehead. His blond hair was pulled back in a short tail at his nape. His skin was olive-toned or tanned, hard to say. Piercing brown eyes stared at her.

Good looking was much to tame. Handsome didn't fit either. There was something dangerous and predatory lurking beneath the surface. Primal. Compelling. Yeah, that was it.

It was time for her to leave.

"While I appreciate the assist, I've got this." She jerked her head toward the door, hoping he'd take the hint.

A ghost of a smile flickered on his full lips before it disappeared. "I've got nowhere I need to be."

"Great," she muttered.

His laugh slid down her spine, a whisper of heat. Her nipples puckered and rubbed against her bra. Uh. No. The last thing she needed was some kind of fatal attraction. Because he was one of two things--a fellow hunter or another vampire. Neither of which were good for her.

"Come now, I'll help you clean up this mess. Then we can get a cup of coffee somewhere, maybe talk."

"It's almost one in the morning. Nothing around here is open." God, she was tired. She just wanted to fry this vampire and leave. Usually they disintegrated fairly quickly. This one was taking his sweet time. He either wasn't truly dead yet or he was very young. The older they were, the quicker they turned to ash.

Ash.

"Your name is Asher?"

He inclined his head. "At your service."




Bjorn Cursed
Book 4: Forgotten Brotherhood
by N.J. Walters















After the slaughter of his wife and family centuries ago, tortured and broken, Bjorn was cursed as the first Norse werewolf. With the help of the Forgotten Brotherhood, Bjorn has finally been able to control the beast within. But Lucifer is still looking to create chaos for Forgotten Brotherhood. Only this time, he’s taken a woman from the Norse afterlife...and placed her right in the path of Bjorn Knutson.

Now Odin himself has tasked Bjorn with killing the woman who escaped. Failure is not an option. But when he rescues a human woman in the night, Bjorn is stunned to find himself looking on upon the face of the woman who's haunted his dreams and nightmares for centuries. His long-dead wife. His love. His Anja. And she is the one pulled from the afterlife--and he's been sent to kill.

Killing her will destroy him. And letting her go will unleash the fury of Odin upon them both...



"If you love a touch of Norse legend, shifters, vamps, and fallen angels and the women who "tamed" them with the added second chance romance and fight with gods over their lies and stupidity then BJORN CURSED will fit that bill. "
Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction

"Twists, turns, Ah-ha moments, and literally tearful moments. I'm genuinely loving this world..."
Nikki's Book Nook

"Simply stunning in its story, it's depth, it's romance, and it's world. I was hooked from the beginning and didn't want to stop, didn't stop, as the next, the next, and the next thing came to being. There were tears, there were laughs, there was sexiness and romance."
Dar Gee Reads

"This is a steamy, action packed romance with plenty of twists."
Splashed Into Books Blog

"I'm obsessed with series and this one is my new favorite. N.J. Walters has created an amazing paranormal world with worlds, Gods and paranormals. It's full of danger, mystery and includes an epic love story! I highly recommend this book and the series for paranormal romance lovers. Go grab a copy now! "
5 Stars, Cori, Reading in Pajamas

Excerpt from Burning Ash
©2021 N.J. Walters



Memoires swept over her like a sudden storm in the spring, leaving her lightheaded and chilled to the bone.

"Bjorn?"

He came toward her, his shifted position allowing the light to fall on his large form.

She rubbed her eyes and shook her head. How was this possible? Leaning on the wall for support, she drank in the sight of him, starved after so many years without him. His bare arms were covered in tattoos. His light hair fell past his shoulders; some of it in braids, the rest free. His features were blunt, his forehead high, and his jaw square. The fierce scowl on his face would undoubtedly scare most, but not her. She knew that face better than she knew her own.

Her heart raced.

Not sure she could trust him or her senses, she raised the piece of wood she'd found lying in the alley, gripping it hard enough to drive a splinter into her skin. It had already proved effective, but she'd had the element of surprise, something she wouldn't have with this man.

"Tell me something only my husband would know."

A smile played at the corners of his mouth. "You have a tiny birthmark under your left breast. It's a particularly sensitive spot."

All the air left her lungs in a rush. Her arms began to tremble. The makeshift club slipped from her suddenly nerveless fingers and dropped to the ground with a thud.

"Bjorn?" It was too much to take in. Her knees buckled, unable to support her weight.

He surged forward and caught her before she hit the ground. Thickly muscled arms wrapped around her, arms she hadn't felt in so very long. His strength surrounded her, protected her as he lowered them both to the ground with her perched on his bent knees.

She raised her shaky hand and touched her fingers to his face. Disbelief mingled with wonder. His skin was warm. His beard was trimmed short, the bristles tickling her fingers. "Is it really you?" Her voice trembled. It was almost too good to believe, the culmination of all her prayers. "I've dreamed this so many times." A single tear trailed down her cheek.

Too many nights she'd awakened alone, her body hot and aching, her arms empty with none to comfort her.

"If it is a dream, we're sharing the same one, Anja." He brushed her hair away from her face. "My beautiful, Anja."

Suddenly, none of it mattered--what had brought her here, the dark void, the men who'd threatened her. Her husband was here, and he was alive.

She slammed her fist into his shoulder. Pain radiated through her hand and down her arm. The man was built like a stone mountain.

"What the hell was that for?" Eyes wide, he shook his head and rolled his shoulders.

"Where have you been? I waited and waited." All those lost years, while she served in Freya's Hall.

He groaned and lowered his head, his lips grazing hers. It had been an eternity since their last kiss. "I'm so sorry." His voice was low, thick with emotion. He pressed his mouth against hers.




Ancient Desire
Book 5: Forgotten Brotherhood
by N.J. Walters















Nothing was supposed to wake half dragon, half human Lucius from his Deep Sleep. Nothing. And yet something, or rather someone has. The unexpectedly attractive human not only touched him. She kissed him. Now Lucius is awake, and more powerful than he has ever been in his 4,000 years of existence. And once he finds out who led her to his cave, he'll deal with his 300 years of hunger...

College professor Raine Carson spent her life obsessed with myths and legends. And now she's woken one up. Only, Lucius is nothing like anything she's ever seen or read about in her history books. Because this man is part sexy badass and part terrifying...monster. Yet she wants him with a hunger like nothing she's ever felt before.

Lucius used to be part of the Forgotten Brotherhood--a ruthless group of paranormal assassins. Now he's unsure if his former Brothers are their allies...or enemies. All he knows is that someone is hunting him, and Raine is just as tangled up in this mess as he is. And he'll protect her--even if it means unleashing his Dragon and all of its power.



"ANCIENT DESIRES is an incredible read. The Forgotten Brotherhood series is one of my favorites by author N.J. Walters, though to be honest she hasn't written a bad book yet.
Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction



"Fantastic storyline, with some action, suspense, and twist. {...} NJ Walters book crack"
Book Snob Sue's Reviews

"An action packed, sexy paranormal romance filled with danger for our wonderful characters. The excitement will keep you enjoying every page."
Petula Reads Romance

"This was an up-and-down, emotional, and satisfying ride and I was glued to the pages as it happened."
Dar Gee Reads

" I adore this series..."
Carol's Crazy Bookish World

Excerpt from Ancient Desire
©2022 N.J. Walters



I can help her.

No good ever came from getting involved with a human. Vivid images of bloodcurdling screams, fire, mayhem, pain, and death flashed before him, but he couldn't grasp ahold of the memories. They were foggy, as though his brain hadn't fully decided if he was waking up or not and wasn't willing to make the effort if he was going to drop back into the Deep Sleep.

Eat, he silently urged. Drink.

She wrapped her arms around her legs, making herself even smaller. Time passed and a shiver wracked her entire body. "Who am I kidding? I'm going to die here with a stupid stone dragon who won't even talk to me." The glare she sent him was fierce. "This is all your fault." She sniffed and pointed her finger at him. At him. He didn't know whether to smite her or applaud her bravery. "If you hadn't been here, I would never have come. I can't figure out Mack's angle. Why lead me all the way out here and trap me with you? The whole 'an angel told me to do it' adds another layer of weird. He could have killed me on the hike in, if all he wanted was my death."

She wasn't wrong. The whole thing seemed to be some kind of elaborate setup. He waited impatiently, wanting to know more.

"It has to tie in somehow with the grant I got to write my book from--wait for it--the Angel Foundation. That's not a coincidence. Talk about too good to be true. I should have suspected something was up. My field of study isn't exactly one that gets a lot of funding.

"I love teaching, don't get me wrong, but I wanted time to write a book, maybe even two. And the grant was enough for me to take an entire year off work. Yesterday was my first day of my new adventure, and it probably marks the beginning of the end."

She lifted her sleeve and rubbed it over her face. "I'm sorry to dump all this on you, but let's face it. You're the only one here."

Giving a sigh, she leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. "It's my own fault for believing in myths and legends. Did you know there are urban legends about werewolves and vampires in North Carolina?" She took a tiny sip of water. "But you're real. You're a freaking stone dragon."

Her insistence on referring to him as a dragon was beginning to annoy him.

"Are you based off some prehistoric flying dinosaur? Maybe they found some fossilized bones and this was their interpretation of what you might have looked like. Yeah, you're probably nothing more than a flying dinosaur."

The rumble came from deep inside him. Cracks appeared in his stone covering and traveled down to the ground beneath him.

"Holy crap." Raine jumped to her feet, her hand pressed to her chest, her eyes wide.

The thick casing that had protected him for centuries crumbled. His limbs were stiff after so long, but there wasn't enough room for him to stretch, not unless he wanted to bring the ceiling down around them.

He swiveled his head in her direction. "I'm no dinosaur. I am a drakon."


Hunter Avenged
Book 6: Forgotten Brotherhood
by N.J. Walters















It's taken Viking hunter Sven Knutson six frustrating months to find her. To track down the angel responsible for compromising the Forgotten Brotherhood and waking the drakon. She may be clever. Resourceful. But no one ever gets away from Sven. Ever.

All Rivka longed for as an angel was a chance to serve on Earth and help humans. Instead, it all went impossibly, horribly wrong, and she still doesn't understand how or even why. All she knows is that she’s on the run--not only from Heaven's dangerous elite guard, but from the Brotherhood, who want answers.

She might just have to trust the immortal Viking whose icy blue eyes make her feel almost wickedly human. Because someone wants Rivka dead and the Brotherhood eliminated. Someone powerful enough to take on the most dangerous assassins who have ever lived. Someone who could unleash the fury of both Heaven and Hell...and Rivka is the key.




"This was a fantastic blend of action, intrigue, and romance!"
5 Stars--Dar's Reviews

Excerpt from Hunter Avenged
©2020 N.J. Walters



His jaw and cheekbones were chiseled, his forehead high. The short cut of his hair added to the austerity of his features. There was no gentleness to be found. The leather coat he wore added to the rough image, made him seem even more imposing. A chill raced down her spine. This man would be a relentless opponent. He also wasn't human, but she couldn't tell what he was.

Time to leave.

Face tight, she tried to smile, knew it must appear fake, but it was the best she could manage. "If there’s nothing else, I have to get back to my tables."

Her legs were shaky, her heart racing. This must be what a rabbit felt like when faced with a wolf. Running would be a mistake. He hadn't moved a muscle, but the sense of being hunted was overwhelming.

Hunted.

You got this. You've gotten yourself out of tighter situations.


The reassurance did nothing to calm her. Sweat rolled down her spine even as a chill raised goose bumps on her arms. Spinning around, she'd taken a single step when he wrapped his hand around her wrist, chaining her in place. Heat spread out from where he held her, sliding up her arm.

"There is something else." His deep voice slid inside her like hot fudge over ice cream, melting all resistance. It was startling to realize it was the first words he'd spoken. She'd done all the talking up until now.

Just take his order and leave. "What do you want?" It was a point of pride that her voice was level. Inside she was trembling like a leaf; not all of it was due to fear. Her attraction to him was unwanted but undeniable. It rather took her by surprise.

He rubbed his thumb over the pounding pulse in her wrist. The gentle action was at odds with the tension in his jaw.

"Your name. I want your name."








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