The Bloodline They Erased
He was sent to kill her before sunrise. One look at her mark, and his wolf went silent for the first time in his life.
My name is Nyra Voss. I’m a 23 year old EMT in Saint Veil, and I’ve spent my life hiding the strange mark on my palm. Then a vampire Elder turns to ash beneath my touch, every bell in town begins ringing, and suddenly, I’m the most hunted woman alive.
I’m the last Hollowborn, the survivor of a bloodline erased seven hundred years ago. My ancestors possessed a power no immortal could afford to underestimate: the ability to end immortality itself. Now the Five Clans want me dead before sunrise.
Kael Thorne, the Alpha of the Blackmere werewolves, was supposed to be my executioner. Instead, he takes me prisoner. His wolf reacts to me in ways neither of us understands, and the tension between us threatens to become something neither can control. He should be my enemy. So why does he seem to recognize me?
Then there’s Lucien Draven, the dangerously charming vampire prince who insists I must stay alive. He knows more about my bloodline than he admits, and I can’t tell whether he wants to protect me, possess me, or use me.
When immortals begin turning up dead with my mark carved above their bodies, I realize someone is using my power to hunt them. If I don’t uncover the truth, I could be next.
Caught between a wolf who awakens something dangerous inside me and a vampire prince hiding secrets that could destroy us all, I must discover why my people were erased before history repeats itself.
They believed my bloodline was extinct. They thought the past was buried forever.
They were wrong.
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Chapter: Chapter 16: The Wolf Who Wants Me DeadNyra didn’t scream.She’d worked too many night shifts for that. She’d had a man with a knife climb into the back of her rig once, high on something purple, and she’d talked him down with a granola bar and a bad joke about the Yankees.So she sat up slowly. She kept the sheets clutched to her chest. She looked Dax Morrow right in his scarred eye.“Do you always break into women’s bedrooms?”“Only the interesting ones.”“That’s a no, then. That’s just sad.”His smile slipped a fraction.“You’ve got a mouth on you.”“I’ve got a lot of things on me. Most of them are yours to keep your distance from.” She tilted her head. “How’d you get in? I thought this place was crawling with guards.”“I walked.” He spread his hands. “I’m a council envoy, sweetheart. Doors open for me.”“Not this one,” said a voice from the hall.Kael filled the doorway.He didn’t growl. He didn’t shout. He just stood there, and the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees. His eyes had a thin ring of gold around th
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Chapter: Chapter 15: Fever and an Old LullabyShe dreamed of a queen.A woman stood at the end of a long stone hall lit by a hundred candles. She wore a gown the color of old blood, and her dark curls were bound with a thin circlet of iron. Her skin was brown. Her eyes were dark, flecked with amber.They were Nyra’s eyes.It was Nyra’s face.The woman from the pocket watch.“Thirteen,” the queen said, and smiled sadly. “They told me you would come. I hoped they were lying.”Behind her, the candles began to go out one by one.Something was coming down the hall.* * *Nyra woke up screaming.Or tried to. What came out was a cracked whisper. Her throat felt like she’d swallowed sand, and her whole body shook so hard her teeth clattered.“Easy.” A hand pressed a cold cloth to her forehead. “Easy. You’re at Blackmere. You’re safe.”Kael.She was in a bed. His bed, she realized dimly. Dark sheets. Wall of books. The fire roaring in the hearth.He sat on the edge of the mattress in a T-shirt, his hair a mess, shadows carved under his ey
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Chapter: Chapter 14: Steam, Towels, Bad DecisionsThe silence lasted four seconds.Then the wolves started howling again, louder, confused, and Kael yanked his hand back like she’d burned him.“Stop doing that.”“I’m not doing anything!”“You’re bleeding.”“I noticed.” She wiped her lip with the back of her sleeve. Tamsin’s sleeve. Great. “Occupational hazard of being a monster, apparently.”He stared at her for a long moment. Something warred behind his eyes. Then he scooped her off the ground, threw her over his shoulder like a sack of feed, and started walking back toward the lodge.“Put me down!”“No.”“I can walk!”“You can run. That’s the problem.”She pounded on his back. It was like hitting a brick wall wearing a shirt.“This is kidnapping.”“This is the second time,” he agreed.* * *By the next evening, Nyra had made two important discoveries.First, the east wing had no hot water
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Chapter: Chapter 13: The Locked East WingKael didn’t answer the question.He walked her back up the drive, through the massive oak doors of Blackmere Lodge, up two flights of stairs, and down a long hall that smelled of cedar and old smoke. Then he opened a door and waited.“In.”“Is this the dungeon?”“It’s the east wing. Third floor. No porch roof. No drainpipe.” He didn’t look at her. “Since you like climbing.”Nyra stepped inside.It was not a dungeon. It was a bedroom the size of her entire apartment back in Saint Veil, with a four-poster bed, a stone fireplace, and windows that looked out over a lake so still it held the mountains upside down.“Wow,” she said. “Your prisoners have it rough.”“You’re not a prisoner.”“Then I can leave.”“No.”“So I’m a prisoner.”“You’re a guest who isn’t allowed to leave.”“That’s the definition of a prisoner, Kael. That’s literally the dictionary.”Something
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Chapter: Chapter 12: White Flag at Blackmere GateThe white flag was silk.Of course it was.Nyra watched it snap in the cold wind from the second-floor balcony of Blackmere Lodge, her fingers locked around the iron railing. Below her, the long gravel drive ran a quarter mile through the pines to a pair of black gates taller than a house.On the other side of those gates stood a prince.Three black cars idled behind him, engines purring like patient animals. Two figures waited beside them in long coats. One of them she recognized instantly.Silas Crane.The vampire who had knelt to her in a dead man’s chapel.The other figure stood in front of everyone, hands folded behind his back, as if he had all the time in the world.He probably did.“That’s him,” said a voice behind her. “Prince Lucien Draven. Three hundred and forty years old, and he still dresses like he’s going to a funeral he planned himself.”Nyra turned.Rourke leaned in t
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Chapter: Chapter 11: The Prince Calls FirstBlackmere changed in seconds.One moment it was a lodge on a lake. The next it was a fortress.Doors slammed. Boots pounded on the stairs. Somewhere outside, a horn sounded, one long low note that rolled across the water and came back from the far shore. In the treeline, shapes began to move. Gray. Black. Rust. Wolves pouring out of the forest from every direction, silent and fast, taking positions along the drive like they’d rehearsed it a hundred times.They probably had.Kael was already moving through the great room, giving orders without raising his voice.“Rourke, I want eyes on the lake road and the old logging cut. If he’s at the front door, somebody’s at the back.”“On it.”“Tam, go with Mom to the—”“No,” Tamsin said.“Tamsin.”“I’m nineteen, not nine. I’m not hiding in the wine cellar again.”“The wine cellar is reinforced.”“The wine cellar has spiders the size of
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Locked Out In The Rain
The night Rachel Hayes came home in a thunderstorm, her life was sitting on the curb in garbage bags. The locks were changed. The car was gone. Her husband of eleven years didn't answer his phone.
For a week she slept under a Bronx overpass and still showed up every morning to clean a Manhattan penthouse, smiling like nothing was wrong. Then her billionaire boss found out.
Julian Cross is cold, guarded, and used to getting his way. He wants her under his roof. He wants her safe. And soon he wants a lot more than that.
But Julian's CFO is Michael Hayes, the husband who threw her out. Michael has a mistress, a four-year-old son Rachel never knew about, and fourteen million dollars stolen from Cross Dynamics, every cent of it hidden in accounts with Rachel's name on them.
Now she's pregnant, and the baby could be her husband's or her billionaire's. The first DNA test says Michael. Rachel doesn't believe it.
They took her house, her name, and her good reputation. She's about to take it all back.
A steamy billionaire CEO romance full of betrayal, divorce, and revenge, where the woman they underestimated makes every one of them regret it.
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Chapter: Chapter 16: Kitchen at 2 a.m.At 2:07 a.m. the Range Rover was gone, and Rachel was burning toast in a billionaire’s kitchen because her hands needed a job.The toaster was a Smeg, pastel blue, the one appliance in the penthouse with any personality. She’d put the Balthazar sourdough in on four because it was dense as a brick, and then she’d stood at the window checking the curb and forgotten all about it until the smoke alarm thought about going off.She waved a dish towel at the ceiling. The alarm reconsidered.“You’re fighting the house,” Julian said from the doorway.He was in a gray T-shirt and black sweatpants and bare feet. She had never in eight months seen his feet. They were long and pale and somehow that was the most indecent thing that had happened all night.“The house started it,” Rachel said. “Your toaster’s a psychopath.”“It came with the apartment.”“Everything in here came with something.” She dropped the black slices in the trash and put in two more. “He left. The car. Around one-thirty.”“I kn
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Chapter: Chapter 15: Whose WifeRachel drove her heel down on the top of his foot, right where the Ferragamo leather was thinnest.Michael made a sound like a stepped-on cat. His grip loosened. She twisted her wrist out against his thumb, the weak side, the way a self-defense instructor at the Y had shown a room full of bored housewives one Tuesday night years ago, and she was free.“Don’t you ever,” she said, “put your hands on me in this house.”“This house.” He laughed, but it came out thin. He was rubbing his foot against the back of his calf like a flamingo. “Listen to you. How long have you been scrubbing his floors? You think he…”The pantry door opened.Mrs. Ruiz stood there holding an olive oil cake on a glass stand like it was a weapon she’d been trained on. She looked at Michael. She looked at Rachel’s wrist. She didn’t say a word.Michael smoothed his tie, the Christmas tie, and squeezed past her with a smile. “Just looking for the powder room.”“Second door on the left, sir,” Mrs. Ruiz said, in a voice
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Chapter: Chapter 14: The CFOBy four o’clock Friday the short ribs had been braising for six hours and Rachel had cut her thumb twice on the same mandoline.“Ay, give me that.” Mrs. Ruiz took the fennel away from her and pointed at the sink with her chin. “Wash. Band-Aid. You’re bleeding on the rich people’s salad.”“It’s a good salad.”“It’s a beautiful salad. Wash.”Rachel washed. The penthouse kitchen smelled like red wine and rosemary and the orange peel Mrs. Ruiz kept tucking into the braise when she thought nobody was watching. Rain ticked on the glass. Forty-two floors down, Central Park West was a river of brake lights.The green dress was still lying on her bed.She’d looked at it at noon, and at two, and again at three when she went in to change her Band-Aid. Then she’d put on the black trousers and the plain black shell from Bergdorf’s, twisted her hair into the low knot she wore every day of her working life, and left the dress exactly where it w
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Chapter: Chapter 13: The FittingThe price tag on the first blouse Mrs. Ruiz handed her said $640, and Rachel said a word her mother would’ve washed out with Palmolive.“Delia. No.”“Sí.” Mrs. Ruiz pushed the blouse at her again, ivory silk, a little bow at the throat. “He said work clothes. He said whatever she needs. I heard him. You want me to go home and tell him I didn’t listen?”“I need black pants. From Target. I need a three-pack of underwear.”“Underwear is on four.” Mrs. Ruiz was already walking. “Come, mija. Bergdorf’s doesn’t wait.”Bergdorf Goodman on a Wednesday afternoon smelled like Le Labo and old money and the kind of hush you only get when every customer is somebody. Inside, a saleswoman named Paulette with a jet-black bob and reading glasses pushed up into it took one look at Rachel’s ballet flats, then at Mrs. Ruiz, and something passed between the two older women that Rachel would never be allowed to understand.“Mr. Cross’s account,” Mrs.
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Chapter: Chapter 12: Yes and NoRachel ran at him, straight at the car, Mrs. Ruiz’s cardigan flapping, ballet flats slapping wet asphalt.“Hey! Hey, Mustache!”The gray sedan’s reverse lights blinked white. He backed out so fast a woman loading a Peloton box yelled at him. Rachel slapped the trunk with her open palm as it swung past. It stung all the way to her elbow.The car squealed out onto Chase Road and was gone.She stood in the empty space breathing hard. A New York plate. A K, maybe. A 7.Her hand throbbed. She was glad. It meant she’d touched something.* * *Tessa Grant came through the revolving door of the Central Park West lobby at six-fifteen that evening like the building owed her money.Rachel heard her before she saw her. “No, baby, I don’t need to be announced, just tell her Tessa’s down here, and if she says she don’t know a Tessa, call somebody, she’s been kidnapped.”Rachel came out of the elevator laughing and crying at the same time.Tessa dropped her rolling suitcase in the middle of the marb
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Chapter: Chapter 11: Your Other AccountsRachel never got her water.She’d backed down the hall at three without a sound and lain on top of the duvet until the window went gray. By seven-thirty, when she came into the kitchen with her hair still wet from her second hot shower in twelve hours, there was a stranger at the island eating Mrs. Ruiz’s eggs, and he looked like he’d been up all night and enjoyed it.Mets hoodie, buzz cut, a laptop open beside his plate and a thumb drumming the gray stone counter in a rhythm only he could hear. When she walked in, the thumb stopped.“Rachel Moore,” Julian said from the coffee machine. “Owen Park. He runs my security.”“And his IT,” Owen said. “And his life, when he lets me. Which is never.”Owen didn’t stand. He looked at her the way Rachel looked at a stain on silk, deciding what it was before deciding what to do about it. Her hands, the chipped polish on her left thumb, then back to her face.Rachel poured her own coffee. She knew where the mugs were. She was the one who washed the
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