Praise for the novels of New York Times bestselling author Heather Graham writing as Shannon Drake
Drake constructs a well-drawn plot and provides plenty
of sexual tension and romantic encounters as well
as exotic scenery.
Publishers Weekly on The Pirate Bride
Bestselling author Drakekeeps Allys relationship
with her aunts and godparents playful, forming an
intriguing contrast with the grim progress of the murder
probe, while satisfying romantic progress and rising
suspense keep the book running on all cylinders.
Publishers Weekly on Beguiled
Drake is an expert storyteller who keeps the reader
enthralled with a fast-paced story peopled with
wonderful characters.
RT Book Reviews on Reckless
[Shannon Drake] captures readers hearts with her own
special brand of magic.
Affaire de Coeur on No Other Woman
Bringing back the terrific heroes and heroines from
her previous titles, Drake gives The Awakening an extra-special touch. Her expert craftsmanship and true mastery of the eerie shine through! RT Book Reviews
Well-researched and thoroughly entertaining
Publishers Weekly on Knight Triumphant
Night of the Vampires
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With lots of love and all best wishes to an extraordinary group
of up and coming authorsJodine Turner, Tabitha Bird,
Karisa Hatfield, Autumn Dawson, Lynn Brown, Sharon Duncan,
and Leslie Bard. My girls from New Orleans!
PROLOGUE
THERE WAS JUST something about the man.
Kim knew it from the moment she first laid eyes on him.
It was just turning from summer to fall, and the day was beginning to die. Dust dazzled in the streaks of color that still formed the sky as the sun sank, while, already, the bountiful full moon was starting to peek out and rise into what would become a velvet and star-studded night.
He was the most unusual man. Even motionless, he compelled attentionshe had simply known he was there the minute he had come to stand beneath the gnarled oaks. His stature was impressive, his very stillness somehow provocative.
There was a sadness about him, a melancholy, really, that drew Kim Forrester in despite the amazing bounty of handsome, wealthy and eligible bachelors in the room. He was tallcertainly a plusextremely fine in physical appearance and with the requisite broad shoulders offsetting a lean waist. His hair was smooth and dark, his face clean shaven. He wore an elegant gray evening frock coat with a crimson brocade vest and a fine, matching stovepipe hat.
Something undeniable informed his movement. Sleek, like a great cat. Fluid, as if he were filled with confidence. This was strange, because Kim did not know him, and she knew most of the young bucks here, the sons of the most affluent men in the affluent community of exceptionally fine houses along the battery of Charleston, South Carolina.
I do declare! Marybelle Claiborne said, whisking her fan a thousand miles an hour. That gentleman, why, he is just scrumptious! So darkly dangerous, mysterious, anddownright alluring!
Hes not from here, Alice Payne said, sniffing, her nose in the air. Ive heard theres something quite scandalous and horrible in his past!
Alice Payne was known for her darling and elegant button nose. In Kims silent opinion, it gave her the appearance of a little piglet. Adorable, but a piglet all the same.
Kim forced a smile. Shed promised there would be no scenes here. In her mind, the balls were mindless endeavors where parents tried to sell off their daughters like chattel, hoping for the highest prices and the very best family alliances. Ah, and alas, so much for the pride of America, the people who would not bow down before kings! Here, there was a new king, and it didnt even have a soul: cotton. Sugar, of course, was in the royal court, and land meant everything. It provided a palace for the king.
So seductive, yes, and scandalous. Why? We dont know, do we? And thats part of what makes him scandalous! They say that hes from Texas, that hes wealthy beyond measure, Julia Lee chimed in. She winked. Hes given the other fellows a run for their money. I believe hes come here with Lieutenant Weston, and I believe that the lieutenant befriended him at a cattle sale. Business has brought him to Charleston. And we are, of course, my darlings, known for our Southern hospitality! She rolled her large blue eyes.
As they watched the distant figure, Benton McTavish strode out to where the young ladies stood, sheltered by the leaves of a giant oak. He greeted them all with a swaggering bow and the tilt of his hat. Afternoon, ladies. If youre gathered here in number for fear of the newcomers amidst our group, let me assure you. We of your community
He meant social rank, Kim was certain!
will absolutely assure that no harm will come to the damsels of Charleston!
Kim looked away, teeth gritting. Benton McTavish never lifted a finger to do an honest moments work. He rode to the hounds, drank brandy and smoked cigars and pretended to know about his fathers business. Proud as a peacock over his sexual prowess, it was rumored he had already sired several children with one of the beautiful young slaves on his fathers plantation. She wondered how the poor thing bore his attentions, but she knew as well that the woman had no choice. She hoped that at least she received lighter household duties in exchange for those she was forced to perform upon her back.
Why, Benton, wed never be afraid, not with big, strong fellows like you around, Alice said, slipping her arm through his.
Kim turned around, pretending great interest in the golden color of an oak leaf, lest she look straight at Benton and gag.
Shall we, ladies? A true pleasure to escort you all in! I do believe that our supper is about to be served.
Kim hung back. She watched them go, wondering if, when they noticed that she wasnt with them, they would then discuss her as freely and maliciously as they had the stranger. As hard as her mother might tryas successful as shed been in seducing Kims very rich stepfatherKim would never be among these elite. She was from the Caribbean, not Charleston, and her beauty seemed a curse, a cautionary tale about the seduction of good men, and nothing more.
It was thus that she was standing when the man came to her at last.
He smiled ruefully, and seemed to realize that she was here and yet far away, and among the crowd yet not of it.
Miss, you seem at a loss. May I escort you in?
His voice was rich, deep, cultured and bore an accent of the Deep South. The sound of it was like a sweep of honey into her bones. His eyes were darker than ebony and yet seemed to have a glow brighter than hells fire.
Forgive me. My name is Fox. Im here at the urging of a Lieutenant Weston. I dont mean to be rude or impertinent in any way.
Kim found herself smiling. Of course notnot with that accent. He had been born and bred to play the game.
Her smile faded, and she frowned. A chill, and then a rush of heat flashed through her.
Fear.
She knew.
She knew because of her mother. Her mother, who had been raised in the Caribbean, who had been the grandchild of
To her surprise, the sensation that had overcome her disappeared just as quickly. Her smile returned to her features. There was something so tragically sad about his eyes.
Looking at her, he somehow knew that she knew. The melancholy air about him deepened. I would never hurt you, he said simply. He opened his mouth, as if there might be more explanation, but he repeated, I would never hurt you.
She nodded. She thought about her mother, and the change that had come over her after the death of her fatherher increased obsession with wealth and social prominence. She thought about her high-and-mightyand quickly acquired!stepfather, and the less-than-honorable way he looked at her when her mother wasnt watching.
She thought about the way her mother had spoken to her this very morning.
We will see you married off, young lady, betrothed today, and that is that. And if you dont choose among those who are proper, I will choose for you, and you will do as you are told!
Miss?
My name is Kimberly Forrester, she told him. Kim.
Miss Forrester.
Kim, please, she whispered.
Hardly proper. And his crooked smile was beautiful; he made her feel as if she were melting into the earth.
Neither is this. She came closer to him.
Not proper at all. But her life was a sham of obedience, and she loathed the life she had been intended to lead. Women were well-groomed puppets. They followed ridiculous rules. They turned away while men weremen and lived with the shame and, in timeas she had seen too oftenthe bitterness and hatred.
She knew that she wanted something different.
She wanted life, passion, something realif only for a moment.
Careful, he warned, looking down at her where she stood, so close. Those eyes of his were pure fire. Im notIm not the one to give you what you need.
You will never understand what I need, Mr. Fox, she assured him.
Escape, he said flatly.
And can you help me escape? she whispered.
Thatbut little else. You dont understandI cant, I wont, I havent ever been able to stay near thosethose I have loved, or those who touch my soul.
She lowered her head for a moment. Loved. Once upon a time, he had loved someone. And he knew what he was. Just like those playing this game here tonight, this game of charm, this charade of decency, he knew how to play the game he must.
She stared into his eyes. I want you to help me. Take me away. Get me away from this awful place now.
Its not so awful, he told her. There is a certain honor here, as well. There is loyalty, and many a man here is a good man.
Not one who might be intended for me, she assured him. Please. Ill never look back. And Ill expect nothing in return.
He wanted to stop her. She thought that he might be nearly as seduced as she, perhaps by her appearance, more likely by her boldness.
Or maybe it was just bloodlust for a willing victim.
And still, he wanted to stop her.
Before the barbecue? he inquired, his tone light and teasing, and again, she felt that she was desperately in love with just the sound of his voice.
Now. Her voice trembled; so did she.
He stared back at her.
Do you really know what it could mean?
Yes.
They were alone. Alone in the late day when the sun had fallen completely at last and the moon was riding high in the sky, and the echo of words and laughter and conversation had faded away.
He took her suddenly by the shoulders, and his hands were powerful, almost rough.
Do you really know what it means? he demanded.
Yes! she cried.
He shook his head, angry with her, angry with himself.
Dont you understand? I cant be there to pick up the pieces. I cantI cant stay. I can never stay. I can never stay long in one place. Dont ask me thisGo. Go into your ball and marry the proper young fellow and bear fine young sons and
Live with a man who will despise me in time as I despise him, and fade into the woodwork behind the fabric of charade? she demanded softly.
But you would trade it all
Yes.
Now he wasnt melancholy. He was tortured, angryand still beautiful. He seemed to sigh, his eyes meeting hers. He touched her hair, stroking, cradled her skull in his hand and drew her to him. You may trade your very life, he told her.
His lips touched hers.
And she didnt care.
CHAPTER ONE
Washington, D.C.
LETS DO ITlets do this thing now, Cole Grangers voice was low and filled with grim conviction as he spoke to his three comrades.
They had quietly skimmed the stone wall surrounding the prison yard. Earlier in the night, a perimeter had been formed by able-bodied soldiers in the blocks surrounding the area, troops badly needed elsewhere holding the streets around this fortress. But now there were no guards left to stop anyone from entering, those who had been on duty having fled inside amid bullets and blades.
Not that it would help them.
This wasnt a holding cell for the hardened criminal awaiting execution, or even for a pack of murderous madmen. Those incarcerated were guilty only of bowing before a different, Southern power, and they were being held only until the wars end.
For several seconds, Cole Granger, Cody Fox and Brendan Vincent remained frozen in place, listening. Strange noises, soft cries, sucking sounds, eerie laughterpunctuated by bone-chilling shrieks and screamsissued forth from within the massive brick facade they faced.
Truly, the situation is only becoming worse by the second, gentlemen, Cole noted.
Brendan Vincent, veteran of many a battle and even many a war, nodded severely, his handsome and distinguished face set like a rock.
Yes. Time to move, Cody agreed. Codywho knew exactly what they were up against, who had brought Cole into this strange, other battle that had nothing to do with North or South, blue or gray.
Indeednow. Cole couldnt believe he was saying the words, or that they were entering the main prison, that he was holding his breath and about to go into action against a horde of bizarre demons.
Again.
Hell.
Victory, Texas. Things had been going well thereso damned well that maybe theyd let down their guard a bit. But this wasnt Victory, and Cole still wasnt entirely sure what he was doing here, except that hed seen the results of what was commonly known as the plague. It had come to the West, and, back then, Cole hadnt believed what he now knew to be true. There was one thing that caused the bizarre deaths, the madness, the murder and bloodlust of man tearing apart fellow man and woman.