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The Complex Book Series.
A Lone Planet. One Complex.
Unlimited Chaos.
After a brutal war between Humans and Metas, an uneasy truce is declared in the Seldova solar system. After the treaty signing, the Complex is created on the lone planet, Lorn—a blended community of Humans and Metas, all sent to test the waters of a more peaceful existence between the two races. Living in a domed society can only mean one thing for the Humans and Metas. Chaos.
Reviled banshee Aqulla Dayshon sees death, feels the last moments of a victim’s life and senses the echoes they leave behind. They call for vengeance, and she is helpless to deny their cries, to deny her very nature.

Intra Jaylon Rowe is the law within the Complex. When a series of murders hit the community, he enlists Aqulla’s help. But solving the murders won’t be easy.
Boundaries will be pushed, and rules broken. And as lines are crossed and passion ignites, a banshee’s call will scream.
Death is here, and it wants them all.




I’m going to leave chapter 3 below too! If you’ve not read chapters 1 & 2 then check my previous blog posts.

Until next time… Happy Reading XO




The day she was due to work came and went. Aqulla had decided not to go. Even inside her apartment death’s echo could reach her. It felt like needles in her brain, sharp pricks, and distant screams. Sometimes they grew nearer, so near she’d contemplated heading out and giving in to the call, but every time she’d remember her grandmother’s words. You bring nothing but the promise of trouble. Aqulla would show her. She would survive just to spite her, even if it meant staying in her apartment the entire time and living off takeaways. But that didn’t help her when she slept, when her guard was down and her subconscious mind reached out to the echoes around her. That meant her sleep was never quite restful and she often woke up to find herself attempting to leave her apartment while asleep.


Jaylon paused as he heard a familiar name. “Everything all right?” he asked his colleague.

“Yeah, just gotta run out to Forest and see this chick. She’s not been showing up for her job, and you know how the Metas give me the heebie-jeebies.”

Jaylon laughed. It amazed him how some of his colleagues still feared Metas. “What’s the name?”

“Aqulla Dayshon. She’s a banshee. They scream and you die or something. Creepy if you ask me.”

“Give me her file. I’ll go instead, Luke.”

“Oh… no… I wasn’t moaning to get out of work,” he stammered.

“It’s all right, Luke. I don’t mind.”

“It’s a bit below your pay grade, though, Jaylon.”

“Gotta slum it sometimes.” He smiled and held out his hand.

“Okay, well, thanks. You need a favor let me know.”

“Will do.” Jaylon took the file and headed out. For the life of him, he couldn’t work out why he’d done that. Luke had been right; it was below his pay grade, yet there was something about Aqulla Dayshon that he couldn’t shake. He had the feeling she hid many secrets, and why she’d not turned up to her assigned job was just one of the ones he wanted answers to.

She ignored his first and second knock, opening on the third with a huffed, “What?” It was later than he’d intended it to be. Something had come up shortly after acquiring her file, delaying his arrival.

“Oh. It’s you,” she said through the small space she’d opened.

He smiled, then promptly hid it. “Climintra Lieutenant Rowe, but you can call me Jaylon.” I should not have said that. Why did I say that?

Jaylon’s cheeks warmed, and he shifted uneasily. He wondered briefly if she was more than just a banshee. Maybe she was a witch too, and that was why he felt so on edge.

She smiled, her eyes lighting up like she knew he was uncomfortable. “Well, Jaylon, Climintra Lieutenant Rowe is quite a mouthful.”

He forced his face to look serious. “Intra Rowe is fine.”

“What can I do for you, Intra Rowe?” she asked, her voice a little too sweet.

His gaze flickered behind her, but she’d only opened the door enough to look out, and he couldn’t see much. “I’m here to inquire why you’ve missed work.”

“Climintra Lieutenant Rowe, this task seems a little beneath you.” Her tone was full of mirth.

“I…. This is no laughing matter.” Why did I come here?

“Certainly, and neither is my health. I’m afraid I’ve been a little out of sorts and unable to work.” Back was the too-sweet voice and the innocent expression, but her eyes were storm clouds on the horizon. They were anything but innocent. They drew him in, begged him to get lost in their depths. She’d seen things, and he longed to know her secrets.

Bringing up her file on his pad, partly to distract himself and partly to double check he’d not been distracted the first time he’d looked at her file and missed something, Jaylon found no records of her being sick.

“There are no records of your sickness, or visit to a medical center.”

“Why would there be? I’ve been recovering in bed.”

“Well, you look fine now.” His eyes betrayed him and looked her up and down. She noticed. She noticed everything.

“Do I now?” Her smile held a hint of sass.

“Yes, you look in good health and able to work. I’ll expect you there tomorrow unless there is another reason for your absence?”

An unreadable emotion rolled through her gaze. It was gone a spilt-second later, and her attitude was back. “No, no reason.”

“Good, well, that clears that up. I erm…. Have a nice evening.”

“You too, Jaylon.” Her voice was soft, seductive and it wrapped around him. He was still stood in the same spot a minute after she’d closed the door. Shaking the fog from his brain, Jaylon walked away, his steps long and quick. “There is something about that woman,” he mumbled to himself.

He couldn’t quite work it out, or decide whether she was, in fact, a threat or not. The only thing he knew for sure was she’d lied. He was good at reading lies, which was why he was so good at his job. The question was why had she lied? Had she simply not wanted to work? Because she didn’t strike him as the lazy type. It bothered him that he didn’t know the truth. He didn’t know what was hidden within the storm of her eyes. Yet what bothered him the most was that it actually did. Why did he so desperately want to know her secrets?


Aqulla laughed to herself as she closed the door. She didn’t meet men often, but when she had in the past, she’d enjoyed ruffling their feathers. It hadn’t taken her long to realize after she’d grown some breasts, men found her attractive, add in the banshee allure that helped her seem a helpless female, and men could be stuttering messes in minutes. But there had been something different about Jaylon. It was more than just attraction. He’d wanted to work her out. His gaze had been fixed, and he’do really looked at her, not just at the outside, but what was beneath. Jaylon Rowe unnerved Aqulla. He knew she had secrets, and something told her he wasn’t the type to let it go.

The next day she showed up for work, but thirty minutes into the lunchtime rush, she walked out without a word. The café was too popular. It seemed every Meta with a rap sheet liked to eat lunch in there. It was for the best, she told herself, far better to walk out and be fired than attack a customer and be kicked out of the Complex.

But she wasn’t fired. Instead, Jaylon turned up at her door again and this time, he looked angry.

“Can I come in?”


She heard the grind of his teeth. “Aqulla, I either come in there, or you come with me to headquarters at Climintra North. Your choice?”

“Fine,” she huffed, throwing open the door and stepping backward. “Come in.”

He glanced briefly around the small room, then focused on her. “You worked half a day then left.” He crossed his arms.

“I felt ill,” she said lamely.

He didn’t even bother accusing her of lying. She could tell by his expression he knew. “What are you hiding?”

They were talking about her job, but Aqulla felt as if the question had applied to more than just that.

“Why should I tell you?”

“Because I might be able to help you.”

“I’m a Banshee.”

“Yes, I know. It says so in your file.”

“Well, does it say what I do?”

“Not exactly.”

“I sense death. And serving killers isn’t something I enjoy.”

He frowned. “Well, surely you can just ignore it. Otherwise your kind wouldn’t function.”

If only I was a normal banshee “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’ll be at work tomorrow. Now if you don’t mind, please leave.”

He looked baffled again. Aqulla couldn’t blame him. She felt the way he looked. She wasn’t even sure why she’d attempted to explain. She decided right then and there Jaylon Rowe was a threat, not because he frightened her, but because he didn’t, and that was dangerous. It made her tongue loose and made her want to trust him.

He straightened, his Intra persona slipping back into place. “Please do. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to report it.”

Closing the door, Aqulla leaned her head against it, her eyes sliding shut. “You can do this,” she told herself. “You can, and you will.”