Lord of the Vampires(The first book in the Royal House of Shadows series)A novel by Gena Showalter
Dear Reader,
Im so thrilled to bring you Lord of the Vampires, the first tale in the dark and sizzling Royal House of Shadows series.
Writing this book was such a blast! A world with vampires, werewolves, witches and monsters? Hell, yes! A prince known for his wicked ways and fearsome temper? Even better! A human woman who will either save or destroy himbringing him to his knees in the process? Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
Throw in upcoming stories by Jill Monroe (Lord of Rage), Jessica Andersen (Lord of the Wolfyn) and Nalini Singh (Lord of the Abyss) and Im practically drooling about this series. Emailing these ladies about the different books was truly inspiring.
I hope you enjoy our modern takes on beloved fairy tales. We certainly had fun writing them.
All the best,
Gena Showalter
This one is for Jill Monroe, Jessica Andersen and Nalini Singh. Amazing ladies and talented authors. Id plot with you guys any day!
And to Tara Gavin, for her amazing support and enthusiasm for the Royal House of Shadows!
PROLOGUE
ONCE UPON A TIME, in a land of vampires, shape-shifters and witches, the Blood Sorcerer coveted the only power denied him: the right to rule. He and his monstrous army attacked the royal palace, slaughtered the beloved king and queen of Elden and sought to do the same to Nicolai, the crown prince, as well as his three siblings, Breena, Dayn and Micah.
The sorcerer succeeded in all but the latter. He had not counted on a kings hunger for retribution and a mothers love for her children.
Just before expelling his final breath, the king used his power to fill his offspring with an unbreakable need for vengeance, ensuring they would fight for eternity to claim their due. At the same time, the queen used her power to send them away, saving them. For the time being.
Only, the king and queen were weak, their minds fogged from pain, and their magic conflicting.
And so, the royals were now bound to destroy the man who had slain their parents, yet they were also cast out of the palace, each flung to different kingdoms within the realm with only one link to the Royal House of Elden: a timepiece, given to them by their parents.
Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch; and after his youngest brothers birthday celebration, hed adjourned to his private chamber to sate himself on his newest conquest.
Thats when the dual natures of the enchantments struck him.
When he next opened his eyes, hed found himself in another bedand not with his chosen partner. He was naked still, only now he was chained, a slave to the very desires hed evoked in his lover. Desires that had mingled with the magic and sent him straight to the Sex Market, where he was quickly sold to a princess of Delfina, his will no longer his own, his pleasure no longer his own, his timepiece stolen and his memories wiped from his mind.
But two things could not be taken from him, no matter how fervently the princess tried. The cold rage in his chest and the blistering need for vengeance in his veins.
The first, he would unleash. The second, he would savor. First with the princess, and then with a sorcerer he could not quite remember, but a sorcerer he knew he despised all the same.
Soon.
He had only to escape.
CHAPTER ONE
I NEED YOU, JANE.
Frowning, Jane Parker placed the note on her kitchen countertop. She studied the scarred, leather-bound book resting inside an unadorned box, surrounded by a sea of black velvet. A few minutes ago, shed returned from her five-mile jog. This package had been waiting on her porch.
Thered been no return address. No explanation as to why the thing had been left for her, and no hint as to who I was. Or why Jane was needed. Why would anyone need her? She was twenty-seven years old and had only recently regained the use of her legs. She had no family, no friends, no job. Not anymore. Her little cabin in Smallest Town Ever, Oklahoma, was secluded, barely a blip in the neighboring expanse of lush green trees and wide-open, blue sky.
She should have tossed the thing. Of course, curiosity far outweighed caution. As always.
She carefully lifted the book. At the moment of contact, she saw her hands covered in blood and gasped, dropping the heavy tome on the counter. But when she lifted her hands to the light, they were scrubbed clean, her nails neat and painted a pretty morning rose.
You have an overactive imagination, and too much oxygen pumping through your veins from the run. Thats all.
Cold hard logicher best and only friend.
The books binding creaked as she opened to the middle, where a tattered pink ribbon rested. The scent of dust and musk wafted up, layered with something else. Somethingmouthwatering and slightly familiar. Her frowned deepened.
She shifted in her seat, a twinge of pain shooting through her legs, and sniffed. Oh, yes. Her mouth definitely watered as she caught the slightest trace of sandalwood. Goose bumps broke out over her skin, her senses tingling, her blood heating. How embarrassing. And, okay, how interesting. Since the car accident that ruined her life eleven months ago, she had experienced arousal only at night, in her dreams. To react like this in daylight, because of a bookodd.
She didnt allow herself to ponder why. There wasnt an answer that would satisfy her. Instead, she concentrated on the pages in front of her. They were yellowed and brittle, delicate. And beaded with blood? Small dots of dried crimson marred the edges.
Gently she brushed her fingertips along the handwritten text, her gaze catching on several words. Chains. Vampire. Belonged. Soul. More goose bumps, more tingling.
Some blushing.
Her eyes narrowed. At last the sandalwood cologne made sense. For the past few months, shed dreamed of a vampire male in chains and woken to the fragrance clinging to her skin. And yes, hes the one who had aroused her. Shed told no one. So, how had anyone known to give her thisjournal?
Shed worked in quantum physics for years, as well as what was considered fringe science, sometimes studying creatures of myth and legend. Shed conducted controlled interviews with actual blood drinkers and even dissected the corpses brought to her lab.
She knew that vampires, shape-shifters and other creatures of the night existed, even though her coworkers on the quantum physics side of the equation had not been privy to the truth. So, maybe someone had found out and this was a simple joke. Maybe her dreams had no connection. Except, forever had seemed to pass since shed had any contact with those coworkers. And besides, who would do such a thing? None of them had cared enough about her to do anything.
Let this go, Parker. Before its too late.
The command from her self-preservation instincts made no sense. Too late for what?
Her instincts offered no reply. Well, the scientist in her needed to know what was going on.
Jane cleared her throat. Im reading a few passages, and thats that. Shed been alone since leaving the hospital several months ago, and sometimes the sound of her voice was better than silence. Chains circled the vampires neck, wrists and ankles. Because his shirt and pants had been stripped away, and a loincloth was his only apparel, there was nothing to protect his already savaged skin. The links cut him deeply, to the bone, before healingand slicing open again. He did not care. What was pain when your will, your very soul, no longer belonged to you?
She pressed her lips together as a wave of dizziness crashed through her. A moment passed, then another, her heartbeat speeding up and hammering wildly against her ribs.
Raw images tore through her. This manthis vampirebound, helpless. Hungry. His lush lips were pulled taut, his teeth sharp, white. He was surprisingly tanned, temptingly muscled, with dark, mussed hair and a face so eerily beautiful he would haunt her nighttime fantasies for years to come.
What shed just read, shed already seen. Many times. How? She didnt know. What she did know was that in her dreams, she felt compassion for this man, even anger. And yet, there was always that low simmer of arousal in the background. Now, the arousal took center stage.
The more she breathed, the more the sandalwood scent clung to her, and the more her reality altered, as if this, her home, was nothing more than a mirage. As if the vampires cage was real. As if she needed to stand up and walkno, rununtil she reached him. Anything to be with him, now and forever.
Okay. Enough of that. She slapped the book closed, even though so many questions were left dangling, and strode away.
Such a strong reaction coupled with her dreams utterly nixed the idea of a joke. Not that shed placed much hope in that direction. However, the remaining possibilities upset her, and she refused to contemplate them.
She showered, dressed in a T-shirt and jeans and ate a nutritious breakfast. Unbidden, she found her gaze returning to the leather binding, over and over again. She wondered if the enslaved vampire were realand okay. If she could help him. A few times, she even opened to the middle of the book before she realized shed moved. Always she darted off before the story could snare her. And perhaps thats why the stupid thing had been given to her. To hook her, to send her racing back to work. Well, she didnt need to work. Money was not a problem for her. More than that, she no longer loved the sciences. Why would she? There was never a solution, only more problems.
Because when one puzzle piece slid into place, there were always twenty more needed. And in the end, nothing you did, nothing that had been solved or unraveled, would save the ones you loved. There would always be some dumb guy throwing back a few cold ones at the local bar, getting into his car and hitting yours. Or something equally tragic.
Life was random.
Jane craved monotony.
But when midnight rolled around, her mind still hadnt settled in regards to the vampire. Giving up, she returned to the kitchen, grabbed the book and stalked to bed. Just a few more passages, damn it, then shed start craving monotony again.
Janes oversize T-shirt bunched at her waist as she propped the book on her upraised legs, opened to the middle of the story, where the bookmark was still set, and returned her attention to the pages. For several seconds, the words appeared to be written in a language she did not understand. Then, a blink later, they were written in English again.
O-kay. Very weird, and surelyhopefullyan I-just-need-sleep mistake on her part.
She found her place. They called him Nicolai. Nicolai. A strong, luscious name. The syllables rolled through her mind, a caress. Her nipples beaded, aching for a hot, wet kiss, and every inch of her skin flushed. She thought back. Shed never interviewed a vampire named Nicolai, and the one in her dream had never spoken to her. He had never acknowledged her in any way. He did not know his past or if he had a future. He knew only his present. His hated, torturous present. He was a slave, locked away like an animal.
Just like before, a wave of dizziness slammed through her. This time, Jane pressed on, even as her chest constricted. He was kept clean and oiled. Always. Just in case Princess Laila had need of him in her bed. And the princess did have need of him. Often. Her cruel, twisted desires left him beaten and bruised. Not that he ever accepted defeat. The man was wild, nearly uncontrollable, and so filled with hate anyone who looked at him saw their death in his eyes.
The dizziness intensified. Hell, so did the desire. To tame a man like that, to have all of his vigor focused on you, pounding into youhis participation willing Jane shivered.
Lose the ADD, Parker. She cleared her throat. He was hard, merciless. A warrior at heart. A man used to absolute control. At least, he thought he was. Even with his lack of memory, he was patently aware that every order directed his way scraped his nerves raw.
Another shiver rocked her. She grit her teeth. He needed her compassion, not her desire. Hes that real to you? Yeah, he was. At least he would have a few days reprieve, she read on, forgotten by one and all. The entire palace was frothing over Princess Odettes return from the grave and
The rest of the page was blank. And what? Jane flipped to the next, but quickly realized the story had ended on an unfinished cliff-hanger. Great.
Thankfullyor notshe discovered more writing toward the end and blinked, shook her head. The words didnt change. You, Jane Parker, she recited hollowly. You are Odette. Come to me, I command you. Save me, I beg you. Please, Jane. I need you.
Her name was in the book. How was her name in the book? And written by the same hand as the rest? On the same aged, stained pages, with the same smudged ink?
I need you.
Her attention returned to the part directed to her. She reread You are Odette until the urge to scream was at last overshadowed by curiosity. Her mind swirled. There were so many paths to take with this. Forged, genuine, dream, reality.
Come to me.
Save me.
Please.
I command you.
Something inside her responded to that command more than anything else in the book. The urge to runhere, there, anywherebeat through her. As long as she found him, saved him, nothing else mattered. And she could save him, just as soon as she reached him.
I. Command. You.
Yes. She wanted to obey. So damn badly. She felt as if an invisible cord had been wound around her neck, and was now tugging at her.
Trembling, Jane closed the book. She wasnt searching for anyone. Not tonight. She needed to regroup. In the morning, after a few coffee IVs, her head would be clear and she could reason this out. She hoped.
After placing the tome on her nightstand, she flopped into her bed and closed her eyes, trying to force her brain to quiet. An unsuccessful endeavor. If Nicolais story was true, he was as trapped by those chains as surely as she had once been trapped by her bodys infirmities.
The compassion grewspread
While he was kept in a cage, she had been bound to a hospital bed, her bones broken, her muscles torn, her mind hazed by medication, all because a drunk driver had slammed into her car. And while she had beenwastormented by the loss of her family, since her mother, father and sister had been in the car with her, Nicolai was tormented by a sadistic womans unwanted touch. She felt a wave of regret, a crackle of fury.
I need you.
Jane inhaled deeply, exhaled slowly and shifted to her side, clutching her pillow close. As close as she suddenly wanted to clutch Nicolai, to comfort him. To be with him. Uh, not going there. She didnt know the man. Therefore, she wasnt going to imagine sleeping with him.
But thats exactly what she did. His plight was forgotten as she imagined him climbing on top of her, his silver eyes bright with desire, his pupils blown. His lips were plump and red from kissing her entire body, still moist with her flavor. She licked at him, tasting him, tasting herself, eager for anything and everything he would give her.
He growled his approval, flashing his fangs.
His big, muscled body surrounded her, his skin hot, little beads of sweat forming, causing them to rub and glide together, straining toward release. God, he felt good. So damn good. Long and thick. A perfect fit, stretching her just right. Rocking, rocking, faster and faster, taking her to the edge of sensation before slowingslowingtormenting.
She clawed at him, her nails scouring his back. He groaned. She raised her knees, squeezing his hips. Yes. Yes, more. Faster, faster still. Never enough, almost enough. More, please more.
Nicolais tongue thrust into her mouth, rolling with hers before he bit down, drawing blood, sucking. A sharp sting, and then, finally, oh, God, finally, she tumbled over.
Ripples of satisfaction swept through her entire body, little stars winking behind her eyes. Her inner muscles clenched and unclenched, liquid heat pooling between her legs. She rode the tide for endless seconds, minutes, before sagging against the mattress, boneless, unable to catch her breath.
An orgasm, she mused dazedly. A freaking orgasm from a fantasy man, and she hadnt even needed to touch herself.
Nicolaimine she whispered, and she was smiling as she at last drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
PRINCESS. PRINCESS, you must wake up.
Jane blinked open her eyes. Muted sunlight pushed into the bedrooman unfamiliar bedroom, she realized with confusion. Her room was plain, with white walls and brown carpet, the only furniture an unadorned bed. Now, a lacy pink canopy was draped overhead. To her right was an intricately carved nightstand, a bejeweled goblet perched on top. Beyond that, a plush, glittery carpet led to arched double doors framing a spacious closet bursting with a rainbow of velvets, satins and silks.
This wasnt right.
She jolted upright. Dizziness hit herfamiliar, but not comfortingand she moaned.
Are you all right, princess?
She forced herself to focus and take stock. A girl stood beside her bed. A girl she had never encountered before. Short, plump, with a freckled nose and frizzy red hair, wearing a coarse brown dress that appeared uncomfortably snug.
Jane scrambled backward, hitting the headboard. Who are you? What are you doing here? Even as she spoke, her eyes widened. She knew five different languages, but she wasnt speaking any of them. And yet, she understood every word that left her mouth.
No emotion crossed the girls features, as if she were used to strange people yelling at her. I am Rhoslyn, once personal servant to your mother but now personal servant to you. If you agree to keep me, she added, unsure now. She, too, spoke in that weird, lyrical language of flowing syllables. The queen has bid me to rouse you and escort you to her study.
Servant? Mother? Janes mother was dead, along with her father and her sister. The latter two had been killed on impact, the drunk driver having slammed his car into their side of the vehicle. Her mom, thoughshe had died right before Janes eyes, her life dripping out of her and onto Jane, their car propped against a tree, their seat belts holding them in place, the metal doors and roof smashed so completely theyd had to be pried out. But, by then, it had been too late. Shed already taken her last, pained breath.
Shed died the very day she was told her cancer was gone.
Dont you dare tease me about my mother, Jane growled, and Rhoslyn flinched.
Im sorry, princess, but I do not understand. I tease you not about your mothers summons. How frightened she sounded now. Tears even beaded in her dark eyes. And I swear to you, I meant no offense. Please do not punish me.
Punish her? Was this some sort of joke?
The word joke was as familiar as the dizziness. But, really, joke still didnt fit. Nervous breakdown, perhaps? No, couldnt be. Breakdowns were a form of hysteria, and she was not hysterical. Plus, there was the language thing. Come on. Youre a scientist. You can reason this out.
Where am I? How did I get here? Her last memory was of reading the book andthe book! Where was the book? Her heart thundered uncontrollably, a storm inside her chest, as she panned her surroundings once more. There! Her book rested on the vanity, so close, yet so far away.
Mine, every cell in her body screamed, surprising her. Equally surprising, the absolute rightness of the claim. But then, shed practically made love to the thing. And, oh, damn. Her blood heated and her skin tingled, her body readying for absolute, utter possession.
I need you, Jane. The text. She remembered the text. Come to me. Save me.
Consider this logically. Shed fallen asleep, dreamed of a vampires decadent touch and, like Alice in Wonderland, had woken up in a strange, new world. And she was awake. This was not a dream. So, where was she? How had she gotten here? What if?
She cut off the thought before it could veer into a direction she didnt like. There had to be a rational explanation. Where am I? she asked again.
As Jane scooted from the soft confines of the feather-lined mattress, the servant said, You are inDelfina. She spoke with a question in her tone, as if she couldnt quite grasp the fact that Jane didnt already know the answer. A kingdom without time or age.
Delfina? Shedheard of it, she realized with a start. Not the name, but the kingdom without time. A few of the beings shed interviewed had mentioned another realm, a magical realm, with differing kingdoms outside the notice of humans. At the time, she hadnt known whether to believe them or not. Theyd been prisoners, locked away for the good of mankind. They would have said anything to gain their freedom. Even offer to escort her into their world.
What if?
What if shed crossed the threshold from her world and into the other? Jane finally allowed the thought to reach its conclusion, and her stomach churned with sickness.
Before the car accident changed her life so radically, shed studied more than the creatures of myth. Shed studied the manipulation of macroscopic energy, attempting the impossible on a daily basis. Like the molecular transfer of an object from one locationone worldto another, and she had succeeded. Not with life-forms, of course, not yet, but with plastic and other materials. Thats why shed been deemed an acceptable risk for interacting with the captured beings, both dead and alive.
What if shed somehow transferred herself? But how would she have done so, she wondered next, when the necessary tools were not in her cabin? Latent effects of her contact with the previously transferred materials, perhaps?
No. There were too many variables. Namely, her new, royal identity.
Rhoslyn, she said, keeping her narrowed gaze on the girl as she settled her weight on her legs. Her knees knocked together, and her muscles knotted, but thankfully the dizziness did not return.
Yes, princess?
She gave herself a quick once-over, blinked with another dose of surprise and had to look again. She wore a lovely pink gown she hadnt purchased herself and had never before seen. The material bagged around her reed-thin body, dancing at her ankles.
Who the hell had dressed her?
Doesnt matter. She focused on the here and now. What do I look like?
Rhoslyn reached out, and Jane pursed her lips as she darted away. Please, princess, you have been unwell. Allow me to assist you.
Stay where you are, Jane told her. Until she figured out what was going on, she would trust no one. And without trust, there would be no touching.
The girl froze in place. Wh-whatever you command, princess. Did you wish me to fetch something for you?
No, uh, I just want to grab something from over there. Jane lumbered forward. The carpet fibers were as soft as they appeared and caressed her bare feet, tickling the sensitive areas between her toes. She moved slowly, allowing the tension to drain from her abused legs. By the time she swiped up the book and turned, she felt normal. Still the girl had not moved, her arm extended toward the bed, shaking now. At ease, she found herself saying.
With a sigh of relief, Rhoslyn dropped her arm to her side. You asked what you look like. Beautiful, princess. As always. Said automatically, with no real feeling.
Half of Janes attention remained on her while the other half focused on the book. She frowned. The dark leather was unmarred. She flipped to the middle. There was no bookmark, and the pages were new, fresh. Blank. This isnt my book, she said. Wheres my book?
Princess Odette, Rhoslyn replied smoothly. To my knowledge, you did not arrive with a book. Now, would you like?
Wait. What did you call me?
Pr-princess Odette? That is your title and name. Yes? Did you wish me to call you something else? Or, perhaps I can summon the healer, and have her
No. No, thats okay. Princess Odette, returned from the grave. Jane had read those very words. Shed also read, You, Jane Parker. You are Odette.
She twisted and leaned into the vanity, watching her reflection in the mirror. The moment she came into view, she stiffened. Light brown hair flowed over one shoulder. Her hair. Familiar. Her dark eyes were glassy, crescent-moon bruises underneath. Also familiar.
She reached out. Her fingertips pressed into the glass. Cool, solid. Real. If she lifted her gown, she would see the scars that marred her stomach and legs. She knew it.
She hadnt morphed into Princess Odette overnight, then. Or, hell, maybe she and the princess looked alike.
How did I get here? she croaked, swinging back around to face the girl.
I need you, Jane.
Nicolai. She sucked in a breath as his name suddenly filled her mind. Nicolai the enslaved vampire, chained, abused. Nicolai the lover, sliding into her body, her legs parting to welcome him, then squeezing to hold him captive.
Come to me.
Come to him, as if he knew her. As if she knew him. But shed never met him. At least, not to her knowledge.
Such a thing was possible, she supposed. Paradox theory suggesteddamn it. No. She wasnt going to hypothesize about paradox theory until she had more information. Otherwise, shed be lost in her head for days.
Rhoslyn paled. Yesterday evening a palace guard found you lying on the steps outside. He carried you here, to your bedchamber. Youll be happy to note it is in the same condition you left it.
Falling asleep at home, waking uphere. Princess Odette, returned from the grave, she thought again. Alice in her Wonderland.
I hope you do not mind, but I bathed and changed you, Rhoslyn added.
White-hot heat in her cheeks. Plenty of strangers had bathed and changed her over the past eleven months, and she was relieved Rhoslyn had done so, rather than some sweating, panting guy. Still. Mortifying. Wheres my shirt?
Its being washed. I must admit, I have never seen its like. There was strange writing on it.
She closed the book and clutched it to her chest. I want it back. Just then, it was her only link to home.
Of course. After I escort you to your mother, Ioh, Im sorry. I did not mean to mention her again. I will take you tothe study below and fetch the garment for you. Before Jane could comment, Rhoslyn added through gnashed teeth, I am so happyas are all your peoplethat you have come back to us. We missed you greatly.
A lie, no question. Wh-where was I?
Your sister, Princess Laila, witnessed your fall from the cliffs what seems an eternity ago. After you were stabbed and drained by your new slave. Though your body was never found, it was assumed you were dead, as no one has ever survived such a drop before. We should have known that you, the darling of Delfina, would find a way. She flashed a stiff smile that lasted a single second, no more.
Princess Laila. That name, too, reverberated in Janes head, followed on the heels of cruel, twisted desires.
Nicolai, she said. Was he here? Real?
The servant chewed on her bottom lip, suddenly nervous. You wish me to bring the slave, Nicolai, to you?
Janes blood quickened and warmed, her skin tingling just as before. The girl knew who he was. That meant he was here, that he was as real as she was.
Her mind fizzed and crackled like her favorite candy. The book. The characters. The story, coming to life before her eyesJane now a part of it, deeply integrated, though she was someone other than herself. Finally. A puzzle piece slid into place.
The book could have been the catalyst. Maybe, when shed read aloud, shed somehow opened a doorway from her world into this one. Maybe Nicolai had somehow sent the book to her, and she was his only hope for freedom.
Nicolai, she repeated. I want you to take me to him. She had to see him, and was too impatient to wait. Would he know her? Was she right about the events that had unfolded?
Rhoslyn gulped. But hes the one who stabbed you, and your mothI mean, er, the queen does not like to be kept waiting. She visited you once already, but you were sound asleep and could not be roused. Her impatience grows, and as you know, her temper Her cheeks flushed as she realized what she was saying. Im sorry. I meant no disrespect to the queen.