Tor Books • June 2009
Dead World 2
Mass Market Paperback
If you’re not afraid of the big bad wolf… you should be.
Welcome to the near-future where prejudice is no longer tied to the color of your skin, but the purity of your blood. To be accused of taint is tantamount to a death sentence.
Thrust into a world of creatures Gina ‘Red’ Santiago never knew existed, she does her best to fit in while trying to come to grips with the fact that she’s a werewolf. The transition from International Police Tactical Team officer to unpaid recruiter is not an easy one, especially when her new boyfriend, Morgan is an alpha werewolf, the local sheriff of Nuria–and her new boss.
Morgan Hunter is doing his best to ease Red into her new life. She’s only beginning to understand the ‘Others’ and the power that they yield.
That’s why he hasn’t mentioned that he’s claimed her as his mate. Well, that and the fact he’s not exactly sure how she’d take the news.
There are some things even an alpha werewolf fears.
Their newfound happiness is about to be shattered by a past Morgan thought was long buried. Someone doesn’t want them to succeed at recruiting ‘Others’ for a rival tactical team. They will do whatever it takes to prevent a team from forming, even if that means killing off the new recruits and tearing the couple apart.
Now along with trying to hold their relationship together, Red and Morgan must stop the killer before they strike again. If they survive, there is that little problem of a blood war looming on the horizon.
Looks like it’s going to be a long, hot summer.
The Dead World Series — The Story Behind the Story
This whole series started with one simple question: What if Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf turned out to be the same person?
At the time I asked the question, I had no idea the book would be set in a near-future, post-apocalyptic world. I just kept playing with the question in my mind and eventually Red appeared. I knew once I started writing her story that I wasn’t creating a typical shape-shifter book. The world I created isn’t based on magic or fantasy. It has its roots in science, while embracing the fairytale. On the outside, the world appears perfect, but upon deeper inspection cracks become visible. The cracks are dangerous enough to crumble the utopian society.
‘Nothing is at it appears’ is a theme that runs through many of my books. The Dead World series is no exception.
What People Are Saying:
Summers delivers rip-roaring ride through a post-apocalyptic world where vampires and werewolves are commonplace. Red is a feisty heroine who keeps kicking, despite the numerous cards stacked against her. Her alpha werewolf boyfriend Morgan is a wonderfully dark, brooding hero. His internal conflict tugs at the reader’s heart and carries the action throughout the story.
Reviewed by Bella March
Romantic Times Booklover’s Magazine
SCARLET by Jordan Summers grabbed me from page one and didn’t let go until the last word. This is the second book in this urban fantasy series and it is definitely promising. The setting is in the future and offers great action as well as excellent sensual romance. The characters are interesting and there are plenty of alpha males to share. I thoroughly enjoyed the book and I now look forward to reading the first book of this series, RED.
Reviewed by Lori Sears
Romance Readers Connection
Rating: 4 1/2
Read an Excerpt (unedited)
Red stood naked in the barren valley. The cool desert air brushed her skin, leaving gooseflesh in its wake. She shivered and took a deep breath, closing her eyes to picture the wolf in her mind.
Eyes the color of Autumn stared back at her from a shaggy elongated face–not quite animal and definitely not human. White teeth glowed against its black pelt. Deadly claws curled into mini-daggers, rearing to score the earth. Whether on two legs or four, the beast looked impressive. And dangerous.
She felt its hunger. Its need for survival. The desire to escape. The urge to run blindly into the darkness rode her hard. She longed to feel the dirt and compacted sand beneath rough pads. Red reached out, drawing the vision nearer, beckoning it to come. She embraced that which she feared.
Close. Closer. Almost there.
Pain seared her flesh, causing her back to contort. Her head jerked to the night sky, her mouth open in a silent scream. Yanked by the fire coursing through her veins, she could no longer control her movements. Her muscles bunched under her skin. Bones in her hand snapped as the beast fought its way out. Red shrieked and threw open her eyes. Tonight was the night. She could feel it. The change had to work.
Her body continued to coil and bulge, twisting into unnatural shapes until Red thought she’d go mad. Her vision dimmed and fear engulfed her. The pain suddenly stopped.
Red looked down at her gnarled, broken hand, expecting to see a smattering of fur–or at least a misshapen paw where her fingers should be. One claw protruded through the top of her fingernail and blood dripped fat drops onto the thirsty desert floor– a glistening scarlet reminder that she’d failed once more.
“Damn it!” she shouted. It had been weeks since she’d moved to Nuria in the Republic of Arizona. Weeks since she’d first attempted the change. And she still couldn’t control the wolf inside her.
Red stared at her hand, watching the bones pop back into place. Her body had already started to repair the damage. More excruciating pain followed. It was the same every night. She would’ve thought that she’d be used to it by now. But she wasn’t. Red glanced over at Morgan, who’d been waiting quietly in the distance, just in time to see the disappointment on his face.
Disapproval she could deal with, but disappointment…
She’d spent her whole life trying not to disappoint anyone. She had succeeded with her parents and her grandfather. At least Red thought she had. But now, thinking about it, how could she be sure? Maybe they’d lied. Maybe like Morgan, they’d hid their disappointment and she’d been too young to realize it. She debated whether to try one more time. She glanced at the night sky. It was getting late.
They’d been out here for two hours already while she attempted to make the change. Two wasted hours with only a claw to show for it. Red picked up a rock and threw it at a tank, half-buried under the desert. It was a rotting reminder of the last world war, which brought about the dissolution of countries and fostered the development of self-governing republics. Those republics now took up seventy percent of the land mass in the world. The other thirty percent fell into “No Man’s Land”, a place of utter lawlessness. The rock pinged off the rusting metal, then dropped with a thud to the ground.
Red picked up another rock and sent it hurling through the air out of sight. She had no doubt that the town would know about her failure by morning. Morgan wouldn’t lie, if someone asked. She didn’t expect him to, but sometimes she wished he would. How much longer could she go before the townsfolk decided to run her out of Nuria?
She sighed. A werewolf who couldn’t control their change was as dangerous to the town as a loaded laser rifle in the hands of a criminal. Then there was the damage they could do to themselves. Since they’d been created by the old order to fight as super soldiers in the last war, an adult-sized wolf could take several laser pistol blasts before they even realized they’d been hit. It would take a couple more after that to finish the job. It was easy to injure your body without knowing it when in wolf form. Not that she’d know firsthand, since she’d spent the majority of her time without fur.
Morgan’s influence as sheriff would only protect Red for so long. Soon that would end, then it would be open season on her.