Lurking in the shadows of a medieval city, vicious thugs stalk their next victim. A gift for bloodshed ensures they always get whatever they want. Across the city, a mother's dying wish is to spend her last days with her daughter visiting their ancestral home. It's a loving way to say goodbye. When these two worlds collide, Elena Petrescu and her daughter Catalina plummet into a nightmare of greed-fueled brutality. Luckily, they don’t face this deadly gang alone. Tess Williams looks like just another tourist doing what tourists do – drinking in bars, visiting tourist hotspots, reveling in European culture… However, Tess has a secret, a secret so dark that most who discover it are sent to their grave long before they're due. Armed with the deadliest of fighting skills, Tess unleashes her fury upon the city’s shadowy underworld, claiming vengeance for the mother and daughter. But Tess is only one woman. With time running out and the odds against her, what price is she prepared to pay to put these savage thugs down for good? Angel of Darkness Action Thriller Series In an action thriller series packed with vigilante justice, vengeance and suspense, a rogue female assassin hunts deadly criminals to avenge their innocent victims. Is she a courageous hero, or a psycho serial killer? Only you can decide.

THEY CALLED HIM EL MUERTE. DEATH WAS HIS NAME, AND DEATH HIS TRADE. ON HIS TRAIL RODE A MAN WHO HAD SWORN TO KILL HIM. DEADLY IN UNARMED COMBAT, IMPLACABLE IN REVENGE: SLOANE. Mexico: a sun-baked land of blood and superstition, where the curse of the Ancient Skull still had power to kill a man. Home of the most vicious gunmen in the West, and a legendary bandit who collected human heads. El Muerte's country. When Sloane tracked the outlaw through the desert into Mexico, he thought he had reached the end of the vengeance trail. But for Sloane, master of Kung Fu, trouble was only just beginning.

"GET HIM!" In a pack they rushed him. like a statue, Sloane awaited them, unmoving, expressionless. Then, when they were upon him, the statue sprang startlingly to life. Sloane's high kick shattered Surly's jaw, his right fist smashed the bearded one's nose, his left hand chopped Hare-lip in the temple, and as he dropped his right arm, Sloane shot back his elbow, sinking it deep into the Mexican's soft belly. The Mexican grunted and careened into the bar. Hare-lip fell senseless on the spot. Arms flailing, the bearded one cannon balled into the crowded tables, splattering blood on the horrified customers. The Mexican launched himself at Sloane, his hand emerging from inside his poncho with a long-bladed knife. He slashed at Sloane's throat. Sloane danced out of reach. Again the blade sliced the air toward Sloane. Again Sloane evaded it. The third time the Mexican lunged, Sloane gripped the man's wrist and applied pressure to the nerves. The Mexican threw back his head and screamed. His fingers clawed open. The knife slipped from his numbed grasp and embedded itself in the polished floor. Maintaining his grip, Sloane spun the Mexican round, doubled his arm high up his back and spun him squealing over the counter onto a shelf of bottles. He collapsed heavily onto a bed of broken glass… It was a waste, These were not the men Sloane was seeking. Only fools who felt they could taunt a lone blue-eyed "Chink." He smiled at the idea of being thought of as an Oriental. True, he would always remember Chang Fung and his family. They had literally plucked his broken body from the jaws of death when he was only twelve. But now he was ready find the vicious killers of Jim and Martha Sloane, two God-fearing homesteaders who had scraped the blistering desert with their bare hands to give their son a chance at a better life…