"...Jewel Dartt's dark romantic fantasy explores the range of emotions that binds as well that which destroys, weaving a complex, rich tapestry of strength and beauty. Lovers of the paranormal take note, for this is definitely an author holding great promise. Indeed, this reviewer sincerely hopes to see much more of Dartt's children of the night and the hunters which persue them."—Cindy Penn, Word Weaving

"Jewel Dartt has a rare talent for finding new perspectives on old truths and insights into the way people work that combine with her flare for storytelling to produce truly outstanding novels. Enemy Mine is intriguing, filled with suspense, and utterly delightful. The characters are wonderfully drawn, and the action is compelling. Myself, I fell in love with Angel! Happy Reading!"—Elizabeth Bennefeld

"...The ultimate star-crossed lovers' story line. The brave lead couple is exciting, as they both understand what sacrifices and dangers love brings to them yet willingly do so. The support cast adds a feel of authenticity that makes vampires and their hunters seem genuine. Although a strong supernatural tale that Buffy lovers and vampire aficionados would enjoy, this jewel of a plot centers on the star-crossed lovers."—Harriet Klausner

...He hit his fist against the steering wheel. "Dammit, I don't want to kill you. I tried to tell you—" He glanced over at her, his eyes dark and tortured. "I only want to talk to you, warn you of the danger—"

Gabrielle smiled, but it was a strained, hurting expression. "That's something different. Members of the infamous vampire hunter clan warning a vampire of impending doom. I must say it is original." She paused for a moment. "As a matter of fact, I can't recall a period in time when one of you phenomenal Adams actually warned your victim of his or hers forthcoming death."

"Look, Ms. Warlick," he said, running an impatient hand through his hair. "I don't intend to sit in this parking lot and discuss my ancestors' shortcomings. Now, tell me where your sanctuary is. I'll take you there. I'd rather discuss this matter in private, if you don't mind."

Why was going to her refuge so important to him, Gabrielle wondered, feeling a shiver of disquiet. She'd been told a few weeks ago of Eamon's death at the hands of one of these bloodthirsty assassins, but Angel had made no mention of Eamon being killed in his inner sanctum.

It was only in the movies that vampires were reputed to be especially vulnerable in their dwelling place, mainly a coffin. With today's modern weapons and the right kind of wood, they could be killed anywhere if caught unaware.

What a joke, Hollywood hype that never died, there wasn't one self-respecting vampire she knew that would be caught dead in a coffin. She almost laughed aloud at the thought, until she remembered the seriousness of her situation.

She studied her unwanted companion for a long moment. "Belmont Cove," she said at last, though she knew she shouldn't.

What did it matter anyway? A weary sigh escaped her. If he was going to kill her, it might as well be in her own beloved inner sanctum. Anyway, she had to admit she was curious to hear what he had to say.

There were no accounts of a hunter trying to have a conversation with one of her people before slaying them. Perhaps this one just happens to be weirder than the others are, she thought wryly. And there is the possibility I can buy myself a little more time to think of a way to escape. What do I have to lose? The car rumbled underneath her as Preston revved up the engine, and then with an angry squeal of rubber, he shot out of the parking lot.

Gabrielle settled back in her seat, and fixed her gaze onto the dark wall of interwoven trees that bordered the highway, determined to enjoy the ride. She had no desire to strike up a conversation with the enemy. She loved fast cars, and if she was going to die—well, she was going to make the most of the time she had left.

Thunder rumbled overhead, surprising her with its intensity. In the early evening the night sky had been cloudless, filled with countless tiny pinpoints of white lights.

Gabrielle glanced upward to see the thick cloud cover overhead. Another jagged sharp-edged sword of brilliant light flashed. Although it hadn't actually begun to rain yet, the air had a charged, electric feel to it, and the sullen purple-black thunderheads gave the sky a nightmarish look.