Black Heart Series: Black Heart (Black Heart Series, #1) (ePub)

Sable Hart hunts vampires.  Some would call it a calling.  She calls it divine justice, and a pretty good living.  All is going well until she gets caught by some Old World vampires, and the next thing she knows vampires, bikers, and the police are all after her.  And worse, everyone seems to have lost their sense of humor.  And then she discovers a vampire plot to turn Dallas into a safe haven for the undead, and she turns up the heat.  With stakes, silver bullets, and a wicked sword, Sable becomes the vampires' most fear enemy — Black Heart!

Warning: Graphic violence.  Graphic sex.

Excerpt:
"They're coming in!" Anson cried.

I could hear feet walking towards us. Yuri had seven or eight vampires following him. Did anyone really know for sure? I staked Yves in the club, but I suspected the twins had saved him by removing the stake.

"Does everyone have a sword?" I said. "Stun them with silver bullets, then move in for the kill."

Looking out the open bay door, I saw a line of red spots. It took me a moment to realize it was the vampires' eyes reflecting the light. They rushed towards us as one. Yves was the first one to emerge from the darkness.

"Dammit," I whispered as I took aim and pulled the trigger.

My AK47 hit him square in the chest, causing the pretty boy vamp to dance a little jig before falling down. Bet that hurt. The other vamps were blurs to me as I concentrated on Yves. People were screaming threats in English, Russian, and French as they closed with us.

Grabbing a javelin, I ran around the table. Yves was struggling to stand, so I hit him with another burst. When I reached him I dropped the assault rifle and thrust the javelin into his chest with both hands. He rolled at the last second, so I missed his heart.

"You!" Yves said.

I pulled my sword. "Yeah. Me." I swung for his throat.

Yves threw up an arm to block my stroke. The katana's keen blade sliced right through it, and as it fell, I took off his head with the next stroke.

"No coming back from that," I said. I sheathed the bloody blade and picked up the AK47 as I looked around for Yuri. I so wanted to use that Russian assault rifle on the Russian vampire. "Hey, Yuri! I thought a big, bad vamp like you would lead the charge! Don't you want to personally claim your bad conduct prize?"

About the Author:
Tom Gallier was born in Beaumont, Texas, to Texan/Cajun parents.  He served 7 years in an Armored Cavalry  Regiment (11th ACR Blackhorse Regiment), learning no useful skills.  After the Army he went back to school to study electronics, figuring that would be a profession with job security.  In 2008 he was laid off.   It wasn't the first time or last time he was wrong.  But while in school, and holding down a full time job, he began writing in his spare time.  In the mid-nineties he had his first short story sale and publication.  He shares his life with his wife and their Yorkie American Princess.  He writes Fantasy short stories and novels under "Tom Gallier" and Urban Fantasy under "TW Gallier."