Seduction would be necessary.
And while seduction should prove a simple taska job, nothing moreBlyss knew once she stood in Strykes arms again all bets would be off. Shed fall into his beautiful brown eyes and sexy smile and wish only for his masterful kiss. A kiss that had left her breathless in the gallery office.
A kiss she wanted to taste again.
Shaking her head furiously, she battled with the devil and angel hovering above each shoulder. She would never be an angel. She tried not to be so devilish. But this afternoon she had to be a temptress and seduce.
Because if she did not, she would then have to face her beast. And that was something she could not bear.
MICHELE HAUF has been writing romance, action-adventure and fantasy stories for more than twenty years. France, musketeers, vampires and faeries populate her stories. And if she followed the adage write what you know, all her stories would have snow in them. Fortunately, she steps beyond her comfort zone and writes about countries and creatures she has never seen. Find her on Facebook, Twitter and at michelehauf.com. You can also write to her at PO Box 23, Anoka, MN 55303, USA.
Moonlight and Diamonds
Michele Hauf
www.millsandboon.co.uk
Contents
Cover
Introduction
About the Author
Title Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Extract
Copyright
Chapter 1
Paris
Achoo!
Stryke Saint-Pierre chuckled at the power sneeze that had blown out of Summer Santiagos two-year-old mouth. Her dad, Vail, instead of wiping his daughters nose and cooing reassurance, lifted his head and fiercely scanned up and down the Parisian street. They stood before the Hawkes Associates building, along with Rhys Hawkes, Vails stepfather. The trio were enjoying the cloudy day and discussing Rhyss need for help.
See any? Rhys, a tall, salty-haired half vampire, half werewolf, asked his son.
Vail, full-blooded vampire, nodded across the street.
Stryke followed the vampires nod and spied a lanky man wearing a blue hoodie, tattered jeans and combat boots who strode down the sidewalk. The stranger glanced toward them. Red eyes glowed.
Demon, Vail confirmed. Hes cool, though. Doesnt appear as though he means any trouble. Does he, sweetie? He kissed his daughters curly blond hair.
Demons are not my favorite breed, Rhys muttered. But he looks harmless. She still allergic? he asked Vail.
Vail, with coal-black hair and silver rings on his fingers that glinted even with the lacking sunlight, nodded. He explained to Stryke. Ever since Summer had a little run-in with Himself last year shes been allergic to sulfur. Good demon alarm, though.
How does a baby have a run-in with Himself? Stryke had been in Paris all of two days and was staying in an apartment owned by his grandfatherthe rest of his family was, as welland what hed learned since arriving was that paranormal breeds of all varieties were in abundance here as compared to Minnesota, which he called home.
Himself kidnapped her, Vail provided. Long story. Shes good. Wasnt hurt. But you know. Allergic now. I have to head out. Lyric is probably already at the tailors waiting for me. I have to try on the tuxedo again. I hope the tailor got the studs right this time.
Stryke smirked. Vail wore black velvet jeans and a crisp black shirt with black lace around the wrists. And there was enough silver and diamonds on his wrists, ears and rings to flash signals to the moon. The vamp defined glamour rock, but with a bite.
I sent a suit to your apartment, Stryke, Vail said. Your mother reported to my wife that her sons hadnt properly packed. Ha! Anyway, not sure if theyll fit you with a tux for the wedding. But in case not, I thought you could borrow one of mine. I sent one to your brother Troubles apartment too, but that guy is a block. Not sure my stuff will fit him.
Indeed, Stryke hadnt packed anything fancy for the family wedding. When hed learned it was black-tie, hed shaken his head and tried not to moan too loudly. Suits were not his style. But it was generous of the vamp to send him a loaner. Strykes shoulders were broader than the vampires and his biceps were definitely bigger, but he figured he could make it work. Unless it was velvet. It was probably too late to specify a more subtle fabric choice, so hed keep that worry to himself.
Thanks, man. Stryke met Vails fist bump and then tweaked Summers button nose. See you at the wedding, Summer.
The shy toddler tucked her face against her dads neck yet, with a giggle, peeked back at Stryke.
Hug? Stryke held out his arms.
Surprisingly, she stretched out her arms and he took her into a bear hug. A hug from a kid defied explanation. Stryke wanted a pack of his own. Soon. The urge to raise a couple of sons, and heck, why not a few daughters too, was strong. Hugs seemed a very necessary purpose to life.
She likes you. Vail retrieved his daughter.
Summer said, Puppy?
Ha! Shes already got a nose for the wolves, Vail said.
Stryke playfully barked at her, and Summer giggled.
See you at the wedding!
The vampire strode off toward the red Maserati convertible parked down the street. Stryke and Rhys waved to Summer in the front car seat as the twosome rolled by.
Thats the third Maserati in so many years, Rhys commented on the sleek vehicle that sported a noticeable dent on the passenger door. That boy needs to take a drivers course.
Wow. Stryke shoved his hands in his front jeans pockets. He couldnt imagine having the kind of disposable income to afford a six-figure carthree times over. While set for life, thanks to investments, he lived a middle-class existence in a small town. He gladly claimed the title of redneck. Happiness to him was living simply.
Though he wouldnt mind hooking up with a pretty Parisian werewolf while here. The available females back home were slim-pickings, and his werewolf had never had the pleasure of dating another of his breed. It was what he most desired. That, and starting a family that he could call a pack.
Finding a woman had actually become necessity since Strykes father had given him the task of starting a new pack. Malakai Saint-Pierre was ready to retire and travel the world with his wife, Rissa. The Saint-Pierre pack consisted of only family. They needed a strong new pack in the area. A diverse pack made up of many families. It was how the werewolves in Minnesota would finally grow their numbers.
The Saint-Pierre packs scion was currently Trouble, Strykes eldest brother. Trouble hadnt the calm control to step into his fathers position as principal and lead others. Malakai had said as much to Stryke. His oldest brother was a loose cannon, who picked fights at the drop of a shifty glance and reveled in partying all night. Slightly ADD? Always possible with Trouble.
Stryke was eager to head a pack and had the confidence to do so. But to grow a pack a man needed a good woman at his side.
So you said you were going to stay on a bit after your family heads home?
A few days, for sure. Stryke returned his attention to Rhys, who owned Hawkes Associates, a sort of bank/savings/storage conglomerate that catered to all paranormal species. My parents and brothers and sister are here for five days. But Grandpa Creed said we could stay in the apartments as long as we like, so Im going to fit in some touring when the wedding is over.
When youre not wandering and checking out the sights Id love it if youd consider helping me out. Im shorthanded and have a lot of work in the office. My assistant is out of town on his honeymoon. Ive a pickup with the Order of the Stake. It would be simple. Youd meet Tor and hell hand over the artifacts.
Is the Order of the Stake what I think it is?
Yes, they are an ancient order of mortal knights who hunt vampires. But theyre cool. Vail informs for them on occasion. Torsten Rindle does their spin. He also handles exchanges with Hawkes Associates. Sometimes the knights in the Order come upon treasure or, lets just say...their victims belongings have to be cataloged. Theyve recently acquired a demon artifact that I bought for my own collection. It wouldnt take long. But I dont have the time to run over there myself with all this wedding stuff.
I can do that. Doesnt sound too difficult. Tomorrow?
Yes. Ill text you the information and provide Tor with your name. Thanks, Stryke. I appreciate it. Oh, and now that I think of it... Here. Rhys tugged out two tickets from his jacket pocket. You have any interest in gallery showings?
Stryke shrugged. I do hope to catch some of the museums and culture while Im in town. Always willing to put new ideas in my brain and learn what I can about art and history.
I think this is a seventeenth-century jewelry collection on display. I got the tickets weeks ago, but wont be able to make it tonight. As grandparents of the groom, my wife and I have to attend a rehearsal dinner tonight. Tedious.
Stryke accepted the tickets. He wasnt much for jewels, but hed made the decision to take in as much of the city as he could while here. This was the first time hed been overseas. He wasnt sure he could survive being cooped up in an airplane for nine hours to ever make the return visit, so while on land he would do the town up right.
Maybe one of my brothers will go along with me. Do I have to dress up?
Youll probably want to wear the suit Vail sent to your place. Thanks, Stryke. Ill call you in the morning with details on the job.
Rhys clapped a hand across Strykes shoulder then wandered back inside the six-story black granite building where he did business.
Stryke tucked the tickets in his back pocket and shook his head as a bright pink Vespa scooted by. A gorgeous woman wearing a skirt commandeered the scooter. She even wore high heels. The women here were so different from back in the States. They liked to look good, no matter what the activity.
He didnt understand a single word of the language, so he had gotten more sneers and snide side glances than hed experienced in a lifetime. He was taking it in stride. He wasnt the sort to anger easily. That was his brother Troubles forte. Maybe by the time he boarded the plane for the return trip home hed actually know a bit of the language and have found that fantasy werewolf he dreamed about meeting?
Then again, hed be thankful to not starvebecause he couldnt ask for what he wanted in Frenchnot get arrested, and not make a fool of himself if a pretty woman did glance his way.
And if he was lucky he might happen upon some danger. Because before he started the dream family and pack, he needed to satisfy a soul-deep craving for adventure. His brothers always seemed to find danger and excitement in spades.
Stryke had survived a near-death experience last winter. Time to live his life and make the most of it.
Private gallery, 10:00 p.m.
Two hundred people wandered about the airy gallery off the Rue de Rivoli. Excellent turnout. The champagne flowed, and the silver-dusted vanilla macarons catered from Pierre Hermes were nibbled even by those women who would never deem to smudge their lipstick. It wasnt the calories, chéri; it was the humility of being seen chewing in public.
Blyss Sauveterre had owned the gallery for two years and it wasnt so much a labor of love as her means to keep tabs on society. By featuring a new exhibit every month she ensured the flow of the rich and famous in and out of the gallery doors never ceased. The diamonds on display this evening were once Marie Antoinettes prized possessions. Gifts from her lover, Count Axel von Fersen.
Blyss wasnt sure she believed the provenance. Axel Fersen had been a rake, a solider, an opportunist. Had he really garnered enough wages to afford such elaborate diamonds for the queen? History painted him more a lover than a businessman, which she was inclined to agree with. Whether or not hed had an affair with the doomed queen? She certainly hoped that part was true.