Audiobooks by Connie Suttle

Blood Destiny Series

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Lissa's life as a vampire begins on the day her husband is removed from life support. Turned by rogues who wager her life, Lissa is running from her maker who is determined to kill her, hunted by the Council, who has branded her a rogue and blackmailed by werewolves, who utilize her newly-developed talents for their own gain.
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"To whom are you taking her?" Merrill asked, uncharacteristically curious.

"Dragon," Griffin grinned. I stared at Griffin, my mouth surely open in surprise. Dragon? There was somebody named Dragon? That didn't sound promising. Who named their kid Dragon?

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Xenides has witnessed Lissa's talents first-hand and now he is desperate to find her. After all, under his compulsion, Lissa can topple governments and bring any race to its knees.

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"René, what will you do if I kick his ass?" I jerked my head toward Tony.

"Nothing, as long as you do not inflict permanent harm," René smiled slightly. I got up to go after Tony, but Wlodek hauled me back.

"We will not allow a brawl between our two youngest," he declared and settled me back in my seat. "Now, Tony, where may we find your father and does he have other children?"

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Nothing less than total destruction is his ultimate objective, beginning with the Vampire Council. After all, much of his elite fighting force was destroyed by Wlodek and his allies on a single night.

Now, Xenides must regroup and looks to command the dregs of vampire rogues and human criminals to accomplish his goals.

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Lissa looked up in surprise at Roff's words. His wings rustled after he spoke—he normally didn't involve himself in the politics of Le-Ath Veronis. Not to this extent, anyway.

"I know, honey. And now two other children are likely to die as a result. Yes, I know they did this, but I'm not convinced we have all the ones involved in the crime."

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Toff's life is in danger - someone from the Green Fae village wants him dead. In fact, the entire Fae community has begun to grumble as Kifirin's judgment looms. With only a few exceptions, the Fae focus their anger (and the blame) on Toff, who fails to understand why everyone now seems to be against him.

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Lissa finds herself in demand by the Vampire Aristocracy. Forced into an unexpected engagement as a result, Lissa feels trapped and stifled as she continues training with her surrogate sire. When a request comes from the Grand Master of the werewolves, Weldon Harper, Lissa leaps at the opportunity to work as his bodyguard once more.

Wlodek, Head of the Vampire Council, in an effort to solidify vampire/werewolf relations, allows Lissa to provide protection for the Grand Master during his yearly travels across the U.S. The only vampire ever named Pack, Lissa is permitted to work with the Grand Master without supervision from others of her kind.

Things become complicated and then downright deadly as old enemies reemerge. Intent on exacting revenge for a failed coup against the Grand Master, rogue werewolves join with new and perilous allies. Now, Lissa must find a way not only to keep the werewolf race alive, but the vampires as well.
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"René, what will you do if I kick his ass?" I jerked my head toward Tony.

"Nothing, as long as you do not inflict permanent harm," René smiled slightly. I got up to go after Tony, but Wlodek hauled me back.

"We will not allow a brawl between our two youngest," he declared and settled me back in my seat. "Now, Tony, where may we find your father and does he have other children?"

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Nothing less than total destruction is his ultimate objective, beginning with the Vampire Council. After all, much of his elite fighting force was destroyed by Wlodek and his allies on a single night.

Now, Xenides must regroup and looks to command the dregs of vampire rogues and human criminals to accomplish his goals.

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"Perhaps Lissa should raise the topic of Diplomatic Immunity at the Conclave."

"That, my friend, would be inadvisable. She is new and many will be waiting, as vultures do when an ox is dying."

"I know. At times, I feel the need to cover myself in oil, just to slip through the tripe and garbage of Wylend's court. Lissa will have to contend with five hundred times that when she goes to Conclave."

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Death has come to Le-Ath Veronis. A would-be assassin, aiming at Lissa, manages to kill someone close to her instead. A price has been placed on Lissa's head by Black Mist, an assassin's guild, who have been paid by a reassembled Solar Red. Throw in a spin-off religion, betrayal, the Five-Year Conclave for the Reth Alliance and a misguided kidnapping, and you have the seeds of war.

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Saxom is dead. The vampires know this. Anthony Hancock, Director of the Joint NSA/Homeland Security Department, knows it as well. Tony and the vampires are now on the hunt for Saxom's brood, all of whom are determined to avenge their sire's death. Neither Tony nor the vampires are aware of the other's efforts to search out these rogues, who may number in the hundreds at the very least. Tony holds information the vampires don't—he knows that Xenides, Saxom's eldest vampire child, has allied with terrorists (both foreign and domestic). Tony also neglects to provide vital information to Wlodek when he requests Lissa's help.

While struggling to recover from a near-fatal bout with the sun, Lissa fails to understand why Wlodek willingly sends her away on assignment so quickly. With very little information provided to her, Lissa is forced to face an enemy more deadly than anyone can imagine and unravel a plot that could kill millions.
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Thousands of Copper Ra'Ak fought throughout Veshtul, killing many as they lashed out, or crushing others as they crawled along. Screaming Comesuli ran before them, desperate to escape the deadly creatures.

In the distance, Dragon's roar sounded as he fought off one of the monsters. Three other Dragons fought beside him; I saw them as they charged their prey - a Black Dragon, a Silver Dragon and a Gold Dragon. Others were fighting Ra'Ak as well; a Black Gryphon fought alongside a huge Snow Leopard. Giant birds swept the sky, screaming in anger as Ra'Ak leapt at them, attempting to sink rows of deadly teeth into feathered flesh.
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Norian sat inside Gavin's office at the palace, nervously tapping a foot. That in itself irritated Gavin to the point of red-eyed, lengthy-fanged murder. Radomir worked to calm Norian while Gavin looked on, mentally considering the many, painful ways Norian might meet his end.
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High Demons Series

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The High Demon race is dying, and nothing short of a miracle will save it. Kifirin has promised to provide that miracle, in any way he can.

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Reah has worked in the kitchens of her family's restaurants since the age of eight. The only daughter among Addah Desh's 27 children from eight wives, Reah has been ignored, belittled and abused all her life. When the conscription notice comes from the Regular Alliance Army, Reah is more than happy to report for duty in order to escape her family. Unfortunately, her liberation is short-lived...

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First Ordinance Series

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A dead god.

A dying world.

A girl never meant to be sentient.

Siriaa is dying. A poison is spreading throughout the planet and none know how to neutralize it. Finder, working in King Tamblin's castle kitchen most of her life, has never spoken. A child of questionable parentage, Finder is an orphan assigned to perform duties nobody else wants.

While others plan intrigue, murder and invasion to escape the poison's effects, Finder watches all in mute acceptance. Will she be the key to Siriaa's salvation, or will it die about her, without knowing why?
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History doesn't always happen as it is written.

History is written by the victors. Truth is written by the Larentii.
—Nefrigar, Chief Archivist


Wylend Arden, Fifth-level warlock and King of Karathia for more than twenty-thousand years, had quite a story to tell.

"It began like this," he said, his smile slightly crooked as he lifted his cup of wine to me.

"I had an older brother, born to one of my father's legitimate mates. His name was Wellend and he was heir to the Karathian throne. On his sixteenth birthday, my father gifted him with the Heir's Ring, as was proper."

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After thousands of years, Wylend's niece and nephew are making a bid for the Karathian throne. All they need, it seems, is a book and a ring to prove their inheritance. It matters not to Deris and Daris Arden whom they murder or which worlds they destroy in their quest to wrestle the throne from seemingly legitimate heirs. If they conquer the Karathian King and take the throne, their greed will demand that the Alliances be next...

Unless their spell can be broken.

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Quin finds herself at the center of a maelstom, as Siriaa is threatened by an unidentifiable poison and a coup envelopes Kondar. Lives hang in the balance across the universe, as samples of the poison stolen from Siriaa are offered for sale to the highest bidders.

Quin feels obligated to help those she can, but it will require powerful help.

Does such a thing exist?

If so, will it answer her call?
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What can go awry usually does. —Liffel's Proverb

Quin is kept busy placing planet-saving spheres on poisoned planets.

On an isolated planet, a device has been created to hide anyone or anything from even the most powerful, including the gods.

  • Quin
  • The spheres
  • The device
--Vardil Cayetes wants all of those things.

Who can stop him, now that he is back and stronger than ever?
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Quin: Finder, healer, student, teacher, lover, pirate—
BlackWing


"My life in Gungl began a moon-turn later, when I was finally able to pull myself out of bed without crushing grief slamming into me and causing me to collapse.

The following day, my plan for revenge against Vardil Cayetes, the man responsible for Siriaa's destruction, began."

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Siriaa has been destroyed at the command of an enraged criminal. The poison infecting that planet has been flung into the universe, landing upon hapless worlds in its path.

The Orb has dropped Quin onto another world five years in the future, where she is compelled to seek revenge against Vardil Cayetes, the one responsible for Siriaa's destruction.

From a crumbling, lawless world to one held in the tight fists of a criminal alliance, a disguised Quin searches for her enemy, whose only concern is keeping his life, no matter the cost to others. Quin and another innocent become targets when the enemy learns of the danger they represent.

Will Cayetes succeed in his assassination attempts?

Not even the gods can predict the outcome.

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Latter Day Demons Series

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I am Lexsi Silver, and I will determine my own future.

Most people consider their wedding day as one of the happiest of their lives.

Most people are not High Demon.

Just before my wedding on the planet called Kifirin, I decided I wasn't going to marry someone I'd never met. That's why I asked. Aunt Bree for help.

She had one condition.

I had to live on Earth and take a job with Rome Enterprises in San Francisco.

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My name is Kordevik Weth.

My intended left me standing at the altar. Afterward, I got drunk and destroyed the bar where I'd gone to drink and forget my humiliation.

As punishment, Li'Neruh Rath, god of my home planet, sentenced me to five years on Earth, working as a driver for Rome Enterprises in San Francisco.

Every day, I rail against the job I hold and the one who'd pushed me into it—Lexsi Silver.

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Lexsi:

Tears of flame dripped down my cheeks—tears for Kory and for me. The fire net burned my hands whenever I touched it, but I couldn't let it harm him any more than it already had. Kory's wings, with burn-holes between ribs, beat to help me get the net off him.

Kory screamed as the net sunk farther into sections of his back—it was designed to burn flesh until it had completely passed through its victim. I shook my hands to rid myself of the wad of net I held and reached for the part that was burning Kory so badly.

Lexsi:

  • Who is behind the plot to kill us?
  • What do they want?
  • Where are they?
  • Why me?
My to-do list is overwhelming...

Kordevik:

How can I keep my Thifilathi in line, when it wants Lexsi now?
How do I keep the werewolves, shifters, vampires and humans around me acting civil toward each other?
How can I protect Lexsi and the others, when the enemy wants to destroy all of us?
How did I get myself into this mess?

A Demon's Work is Never Done...
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Seattle Elementals Series

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Rock smashes ice.

Fire melts rock.

Water quenches fire.

Ice freezes water.

—The elemental demon version of rock, paper, scissors.


Parke Worth:
Murders, unexplained fires, Industrial espionage and walking myths meant my first days as Chancellor of everything paranormal were packed and stressful.

Cassie King-Worth:
A rushed marriage, a forced trip back to an Alabama law school and the wakening of a terrible race long thought dead meant my first days as a married elemental demon were full and terrifying.

Tossing in the werewolf Grand Master, the General for the Earth Sprite King and murderous family members means I have the makings of a new, Mystic War on my hands.

Now, to convince my Chancellor husband that something needs to be done…

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BlackWing Pirates Series

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We are Or'myr; a secretive, dwindling race of wyrm dragons. For many years, we were without a queen and directionless, until my sister was born.

She was loved.

Protected.

Until the one known as the Prophet stole her away.

Our only hope to save our queen—and our race—lies in the hands of a blind man named Randl Gage.

A man who is also one of the most wanted criminals in both Alliances...
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Black Rose Sorceress Series

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Sherra

We belong to the King—those of us with the black roses tattooed on our left wrist, directly over our pulse. As if every beat of our hearts reminds us that we are not our own. Those around us know it, too, and are reluctant to come close.

Ten gold coins were paid to my father when I was tested young and then tattooed. Another ten will be paid when the vehicle arrives to take me away. That is the full worth of our lives, as short as they will become.

In the King's library, The Book of the Rose says to honor the tattooed women.

More than anything, I wanted to spit on its pages.

Any girl who wears the tattoo is never befriended, as if our deaths are already assured.

Yes, there are tales of some who survive, but I'd never seen any of them. That led me to believe that tales were all they were—with no real survivors.

All those women who were found with talent—with the fire burning within them—they were culled and taken to the warriors, to provide more energy. Energy that the warriors would then use to defeat the barbarians from the ocean of sand.

Women with black roses on their wrists are emptied of their power by those warriors, who care not that they die a shrunken husk.

The King also has no care for these—his subjects who give their lives to repel the vicious hordes in their destructive machines of war.

"We fight with what we have," he always says.

That means the warriors with the fire within them, who draw more fire from the women who serve them.

Until they die.

The thought of running away is foolish.

The thought of taking a lover before they come for us—also foolish.

We must be untouched when they come; else it is a quicker death when they test us again.

As for running—there is one thing worse than having a black rose on your wrist. That is for the enemy to find you and see the black rose on your wrist. Your death will be slow and excruciating at their hands.
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