Novels by Elize Pheiffer

I sat on the floor, my back against the cold concrete wall, watching the moisture bead on the surface of the steel door.I heard footsteps. They weren't the heavy thuds of Rico or the impatient click of Viper’s boots. These were light, graceful, and deliberate.The lock opened. Nara stood in the threshold. She wasn't wearing the mask of the grieving mate anymore.She held a suppressed 9mm handgun, the muzzle leveled directly at the space between my eyes. She smiled. It was the most beautiful, horrific thing I had ever seen."You really are a persistent little parasite, aren't you, Eloise?" she whispered, her voice smooth."Where is Jax?" I rasped, my voice cracking.Nara tilted her head, a mock-pensive expression crossing her face."The boy? Oh, he was so brave. He really thought he was being clever, lurking in the rafters with his little recorder. I had to be quite creative to keep him quiet. He’s currently occupying a very tight space beneath the floorboards of the old pump house. I

I retrieved my bike from the club before I went back to the garage.Cane’s black pickup was idling near the entrance. I pushed through the side door, my chest heaving.The garage was a hive of frantic activity. Rico and Rat were loading crates of weapons into the back of the SUV. Mako was checking the seals on a high-pressure breaching charge. But in the center of the room, leaning heavily against the workbench, was Cane.He looked worse than he had yesterday. He was trembling, a shudder that he couldn't hide even with his hands shoved into his pockets.I didn't see Jax.My eyes scanned the office.Nothing. The kid who was supposed to be my eyes, the only one who knew the truth about Nara, was gone."Jax!" I screamed, my voice echoing off the metal walls."Where is Jax?"The activity in the room f

I was pinned. My shoulders were screaming, a throbbing ache radiating from where my wrists were lashed to the steel of the bedpost. The industrial zip-ties were unforgiving; every time I tried to test the tension, the plastic teeth clicked into the next notch, biting deeper into my skin until I could feel the pulse in my fingertips becoming more frantic.I should have seen this coming. Caspian wasn’t just a drunk; he was a Vance. Even at his most intoxicated, the instinct to survive, to dominate, was still there.The door to the suite clicked open.Caspian walked in, looking composed. He had showered, shaved, and put on a fresh white shirt, the top three buttons undone. He carried two mugs of coffee, the aroma of it cutting through the penthouse. He looked at me with a terrifying, detached admiration.“You’re awake,” he said, his voice smooth, devoid of the slurred vulnerabili

The neon signage of The Mint pulsed in the dark street. I had exactly one move left.I had to play the only card I had: Caspian’s ego.I pushed past the velvet ropes. The bouncers recognized me, the "Princess" who had started a riot a week ago. I moved through the crowd of sound and sweat; my eyes fixed on the VIP section.There he was.Caspian sat in a semi-circle of white leather, surrounded by two models who looked like they were made of plastic. When he saw me, he waved the girls away with a dismissive flick of his wrist."Eloise," he called out, his voice barely audible over the bass.I didn't answer until I was sitting directly across from him. I signaled the waitress."A bottle of your best tequila. And a chaser of whatever beer you have on tap. Make it a pitcher."The bottle arrived, chilled, expensive, and lethal. I poured two heavy shots.We slammed them back. The burn was immediate, but I was ready. I immediately grabbed the mug of beer, taking a long, deep gulp. I tilted m

The neon signage of The Mint pulsed in the dark street. I had exactly one move left.I had to play the only card I had: Caspian’s ego.I pushed past the velvet ropes. The bouncers recognized me, the "Princess" who had started a riot a week ago. I moved through the crowd of sound and sweat; my eyes fixed on the VIP section.There he was.Caspian sat in a semi-circle of white leather, surrounded by two models who looked like they were made of plastic. When he saw me, he waved the girls away with a dismissive flick of his wrist."Eloise," he called out, his voice barely audible over the bass.I didn't answer until I was sitting directly across from him. I signaled the waitress."A bottle of your best tequila. And a chaser of whatever beer you have on tap. Make it a pitcher."The bottle arrived, chilled, expensive, and lethal. I poured two heavy shots.We slammed them back. The burn was immediate, but I was ready. I immediately grabbed the mug of beer, taking a long, deep gulp. I tilted m

The humidity of the Miami dawn hung over the shipyard. I hadn't slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the clinical, respectful way Vane had held that car door open for Silas. It was the posture of a man who had found a new god to serve.I heard the rumble of Cane’s truck before I saw it. When the bay doors opened, I was already at the workbench, the Black Ledger sitting innocently next to a disassembled alternator.Cane stepped out of the driver’s side, and my heart stuttered. He looked... diminished. The Alpha, who usually commanded the very air in the room seemed to be dragging the weight of the world behind him. His skin had a greyish colour, and the vibrant gold in his eyes looked tarnished. He moved with a slight stiffness, his hand resting briefly on the hood of the truck for support before he straightened his spine."You're back early," I said, my voice steady despite the screaming in my head.Cane’s eyes met mine. He looked at me with a mixture of possessive intensity and