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  Moses gave her a slow, sweet smile and opened his arms.

  Melanie pushed up and crawled eagerly toward him.

  Viper cursed.

  When she rested against his chest, he gave Viper a glare. “She passed the test. End of story.”

  Inigo cleared his throat, drawing all their gazes. “Shall I prepare a repast?”

  “If it’s food you’re talkin’ about,” Moses grumbled, “I’m starved. How ’bout you, sweetheart?

  Melanie kissed his jaw. “Plates and plates of it.”

  Moses laughed, the sound echoing around the room.

  Viper straightened, his disapproval clear in his rigid posture. “I have to report to Navarro.”

  “No, you don’t.” Moses swept an arm at the far wall. “You know damn well he watched the whole goddamn thing. Probably had Sidney perched on his lap the whole time.”

  Viper’s lips pressed into a line, but then he relented, the frown easing. A dark brow rose. “No doubts about that. Sidney’s a horny thing.”

  “Cut the feed now.” Moses aimed a glare around the room. “We need our privacy. I mean it.”

  When the door closed behind Viper, Moses pulled back his head to stare down at Melanie. “No bad moments, baby?” he whispered.

  “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Melanie met his gaze and sighed, relieved to still be breathing. “I know I’ll never be the master of her, but she likes you, Moses. Every bit as much as I do.”

  He gave a grimace. “Likes?”

  “Okay, well, she’s convinced she loves you. I’ll need a little more time.” Only she didn’t. Not really. She remembered everything, knew he’d sacrificed his pride to please her.

  “We have time to get to know each other, Melanie. As much as we need to get this thing right.”

  Her breath hitched. “You mean until they’re sure they can use me?”

  His gaze sharpened. “I mean, until you’re sure you belong with me.”

  “But we just met,” she said, shaking her head. She struggled to believe he wanted her, cared for her so deeply.

  His strong shoulder lifted. “Sometimes, you just know. It happens so fast all you can do is hold on for the ride.”

  His words echoed her earlier thought, and she couldn’t help but smile. Something inside her did let go. If he and “Blue Melanie” thought they belonged together, then who was she to fight it?

  “One thing though,” she said softly.

  He arched a brow. “You wanna sleep on the left? ’Cause I’m not sure I can budge on that one.”

  “No.” She laughed and drew the stone over her head. “It needs a longer chain.”

  “Seems sturdy enough. You afraid it’s gonna break?”

  “No, for you to wear. I want you protected at all times.” A finger traced the metal chain. “From me. Just in case you need to put it around my neck…”

  “Suits me fine. That means Blue Girl’s free to come visit whenever she wants.”

  Melanie settled her head on him and walked her fingers across his chest. “Which me do you like better?”

  “Now, is that a trick question?” His fingers ran through her hair. “Why don’t you ask which one of you I first fell for?”

  “Me?” she asked hopefully.

  He nodded. “First time I saw you, when I looked at you through that two-way mirror. Didn’t matter if you were crazy or not, I didn’t like that you were scared.”

  She hid her smile against his skin. “I knew the moment our hands touched. There was a spark.”

  “Meant to be, I guess.” He let out deep breath and tugged her closer. “You tired?”

  “You fishing to see whether I want to do it again?”

  A chuckle escaped at her bluntness. “Well, do ya?”

  “Moses Brown, you are insatiable—which makes you the right man for me.” Melanie sat up beside him then climbed over his hips.

  His cock stirred between them. “Didn’t think he’d be up for a month. You both wore him to a nub.”

  “Hardly a nub.” Her brow quirked. “You’re a big man.”

  “What are you thinkin’?”

  “That there’s lots of you I still haven’t explored,” she purred.

  His hand cupped her rear. A finger slid between her buttocks.

  She laughed. “Lots of me you haven’t explored either, I take it?”

  “One of these days…” His finger tapped.

  “You’ll need to talk to the other me, because I don’t know if I will ever be up for that.”

  He gave her ass a gentle slap. “Sooner or later, you’re gonna give.”

  The way his finger began to swirl again, she was sure she’d be caving sooner.

  *

  As Melanie eased down Moses’s body, her moist kisses smacking, Viper sat back in his chair. He turned his head to the other monitor, the one with a view into an office where Navarro sat, his still features unmoving as Sidney stuck her tongue in his ear.

  Viper suppressed a smile. Sidney didn’t have any qualms about messing with the vampire master, even when he managed to look so grim. “So what do you think?” he asked.

  Sidney’s laughter gurgled. “He’s hard. He’s thinking about having sex with me the minute we turn the computer off.”

  Navarro gave an uncharacteristic roll of his eyes. “Sidney…”

  “Oh right. No PDA. I keep forgetting that.” She kissed his cheek and waved at Viper. “Later!” Her footsteps faded away.

  Viper waited until Navarro’s gaze came back. No doubt he’d been watching Sidney’s ass as she left. “Can we use her?”

  “I can’t help but feel that finding her now is more than coincidence. We’re gathering strengths, allies, as Zachary amasses his own.”

  “Do I cut her loose?”

  Navarro gave a sharp shake of his head. “Absolutely not. She’s not safe in the open.”

  He leaned toward the monitor. “Flip her then? Keep her here while we train her?”

  Navarro steepled his fingers under his chin. “She’s a librarian. I’ll arrange a job for her in records at police headquarters. She’ll be safe enough there until I return. But Viper, how are you?”

  Viper grew still. “I’m fine. Holding down the fort. The club’s a great cover, by the way. Zachary’s people haven’t any clue I’m working with you.”

  “That’s not what I’m talking about.”

  Viper lifted his chin. “We’re not going there. I wiped Mariah’s mind the last time I saw her. I let her go.”

  Navarro’s expression eased. Compassion glowed in his eyes. “I know you mean to keep her safe. But some things are just meant to be.”

  “Is there anything else we need to talk about?” Viper asked, hoping to end the conversation. “I need to rest. The day’s almost gone.”

  Navarro nodded. “We’ll talk when I return…”

  The monitor winked out. Viper released a breath and shoved up from his chair. Everyone had found a mate—even Navarro. Moses had been the last of what was left of his friends, his oldest one, the only one remaining from his former life. Now Moses would be preoccupied exploring his new relationship and falling in love.

  Viper climbed the stairs to the guest room he’d taken for his own. The thick curtains were drawn and the covers turned down. As he stripped, he remembered the last time he’d seen his wife, how lovely and sad she’d looked before he’d taken that final bite.

  But he’d made a mistake. He’d left her wedding ring on her finger. If fate smiled on her, she’d place it in a trinket box and forget about it.

  Inside him, however, he wished with every fiber of his being that her endless curiosity would be stirred. His loneliness ate a hole in his gut. If she found him again, he’d never let her go.

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  Dylan O’Hara only wants a night of passion to slake his lusts, but finds Emmy is a full-bodied, red-blooded siren whose innocence and humor draw this Master vampire like a moth to a red-hot flame. When Emmy attracts the attention of a serial-killing vampire, Dylan vows to protect her, but he fears he’ll lose Emmy once she discovers he’s not human.

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  Caught between opposing forces, vampire and hunter…

  A no-nonsense cop with no time for romance, Darcy suddenly finds herself embroiled in a steamy love triangle between her mortal partner, Joe, and the handsome vampire. Going from abstinence to wantonness, she is unable to resist the two men’s relentless seduction or her own sensual curiosity about a vampire’s special “kiss”.

  A hunger like no other…

  When the real killer threatens the life of someone close to her, Darcy makes a choice that forever binds the three of them together.

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  Although Joe deflects her attempts to make him a case study and confirm a few vampire statistics, he is drawn by her powerful allure. When werewolves join the chase and track her through New Orleans, Joe’s cop instincts tell him there’s a mystery to solve. Intent on protecting her, he must seek help from the last vampire on Earth he wants to ask.

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  To Super-cop Max Weir, the only good vampire is a dead one. Since his special police unit integrated with vampires, he’s had to suppress his natural hatred to work side by side with the undead to hunt down and terminate the deadliest killers. Now the unit’s hot on the trail of a new menace in town, a pack of werewolves prowling for vampires who don’t care whether humans get in their way.

  When a stakeout goes awry, Max enters a bar looking for a fight or woman to help him blow off a little steam. What he finds is a winsome siren whose sexual appetites match his own.

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  With her gut telling her there’s an even bigger story lurking beneath the surface, she decides to beard a reclusive vampire master in his den for an interview. But meeting the master only complicates things. For a woman with a voracious sexual appetite, the tall, dark and gloomy vamp proves an irresistible challenge.

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  Bent on catching her cheating fiancé in the act, Frannie Valentine got sidetracked by a little thing like dying. When she awakens, Frannie learns her pampered life will never be the same, so she turns to the man responsible for her undeadness and demands he take on the responsibility of giving her a little job training—in the PI biz.

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  Silent is the Knight

  In the aftermath of a terrible hurricane, Noelle Moyaux questions her gift of sight until a chance encounter with a mysterious stranger sets her on a path to save his soul.

  Magnus Thornton is a millennium-old vampire who has found evidence of an old foe’s evil at work in the demolished city of New Orleans. Weary of the fight, he decides to greet the coming dawn after a night reveling in his favorite indulgences—a bottle of wine and a willing woman.

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  Excerpt from Night Fall on Dark Mountain…

  The wolf rushed through the open door, into the darkened room beyond, his claws clattering on the tiled floor.

  Woman! Mate! He had to find her.

  Following wolf scent and the musty odor of blood, he sped through the room and up the curved staircase toward the light beckoning at the top.

  Heedless of any danger, the w
olf charged upward, stretching his limbs to leap several steps at a time in his desperation to find her—the slim, dark-haired one.

  At the top of the stairs, the wolf came to a halt, hackles rising on his shoulders and back at the smell of blood—wolf blood. Bodies stretched on the floor before him, blood soaking the carpet beneath his paws. But what gave the animal pause were the looming, growling figures that faced him, standing above the corpses.

  Enemy! Danger breathed in their combined rage.

  The wolf started forward, first left then right, retreat being impossible because the dark-haired woman was nearby and sobbing. The sounds of her harsh cries brought up a howl that echoed in the narrow hallway.

  The wolf heard the sounds the men made, harsh and loud, echoing in the hallway, but didn’t comprehend, only recognized the hatred tightening the voice of the nearest man-like creature.

  Another sob drew his attention, just as the nearest foe leapt, wrapping powerful arms around the wolf’s throat—so tight he couldn’t breathe. He wriggled and jerked, gnashing teeth, but the man held fast to the wolf while another drew a shining rope over his muzzle.

  Another spate of harsh sounds and a moment later, a jolt knocked the breath from his body and brought the wolf to his haunches, leaving him quivering in the aftermath. Still, he fought to stand.

  Another jolt, this time searing in its ferocity left the wolf powerless, his tongue lolling from between his jaws. Blackness encroached, and in the moment before he surrendered, the wolf knew himself trapped.

  *

  Max Weir awoke slowly, every muscle in his body aching. He rolled from his back onto his knees and rested his forehead on the floor for a moment to recover from the change of equilibrium, shocked his whole body trembled from the effort.

  Something had kicked the shit out of him.

  When he lifted his head to see, he felt a sharp tug and the bite of metal around his neck.