Two perfect species were created in the garden,
but they didn't stay there. Aranha is the last of her kind, a spider shifter who preys upon the dregs of society in an attempt to validate her existence and feed her hunger. She’s lived alone for two hundred years, no family and no friends; always watchful for those who would kill her.
Dag is one of a dying species, vampires who can walk in the day. They have lost their companions and live in dread of the day that they too will become extinct; leaving the earth to the vile creatures who prey upon humans without mercy. Aranha sees danger in Dag’s face, Dag sees the future in hers. Neither can believe the other exists and their lives are about to get very complicated. Together they embark on a mission to save a young human from the vampires and learn the reality of what their two species were doing in The Garden of Eden. |
Courtney Davis is an author of urban fantasy, paranormal, supernatural fiction with a little romance and humor thrown in. She loves creating worlds and exploring human, and inhuman, interaction. She lives in North Idaho with her husband and children where she teaches and enjoys time spent relaxing in the summer sun and winters by the fire. She has always had an affinity for reading and writing and a goal to make a career of it. There is no greater joy than to know her words took a reader out of reality for a time and into another world.
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Enjoy an excerpt from A Spider in the Garden
“I’m Dag, and I am a daywalker. You are a webmaker and I don’t appreciate you sifting the thoughts of my paying customers.”
Aranha moved back and narrowed her eyes at the man. His skin was sun-kissed, his lips delicious and kissable, he even smelled like a sunny summer day. Of course he was a daywalker; a blood drinker who had the ability to withstand the light of the sun. “I thought you were extinct,” she said quietly. She’d never met one, but she didn’t doubt his words.
“If I was extinct, I wouldn’t be slinging beer in the depths of New York. Why are you here and why do you smell like werewolf?”
“I tracked a killer to your establishment; I intend to intercept him before he removes another innocent life from the planet.” She ignored the werewolf remark, she would protect Jonah at all costs.
He looked unconvinced. “You some kind of savior to these lowly humans?” He raised one eyebrow in a devilishly enticing way.
“They deserve to live as much as us, maybe more so…” she mumbled. “I have to eat, and the way I see it, if I take out a dirt bag instead of an innocent, then great.”
Aranha moved back and narrowed her eyes at the man. His skin was sun-kissed, his lips delicious and kissable, he even smelled like a sunny summer day. Of course he was a daywalker; a blood drinker who had the ability to withstand the light of the sun. “I thought you were extinct,” she said quietly. She’d never met one, but she didn’t doubt his words.
“If I was extinct, I wouldn’t be slinging beer in the depths of New York. Why are you here and why do you smell like werewolf?”
“I tracked a killer to your establishment; I intend to intercept him before he removes another innocent life from the planet.” She ignored the werewolf remark, she would protect Jonah at all costs.
He looked unconvinced. “You some kind of savior to these lowly humans?” He raised one eyebrow in a devilishly enticing way.
“They deserve to live as much as us, maybe more so…” she mumbled. “I have to eat, and the way I see it, if I take out a dirt bag instead of an innocent, then great.”