Hunter's Surrender
Anna Hackett
Vampire hunter Rand Wilder hated vampires--even if they were as beautiful and alluring as vampire princess Dominique Valois. For years he fought the beings who had killed his father, resisting their dangerous sensuality. Yet even Rand was tempted by the intoxicating Dominique and her shocking offer: to hurt the vampire court by taking her virginity....
A desperate need to ruin her reputation had forced Dominique to seek out the hunter known as The Darkness. But she hadn't expected Rand to be so captivating and compassionate.... Soon a very different sort of need drove her desire to take Rand to her bed. And with Dominique's survival depending on it, she would have to use all her skills of seduction to make this strong hunter surrender to passion....
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter One
"He's here somewhere. Find him!"
Rand Wilder stood silent in the desert darkness. Despite the moonless night, his enhanced vision allowed him to see the six vampires hunting for him.
The thump of music from the run-down highway bar nearby sounded like a heartbeat in the night. The lights of Las Vegas shimmered in the distance. The warm desert air brushed over him.
As did the vampires' energies, prickling over his skin and pulsing under his heart.
Anaharta . Vampires ruled by the heart chakra. And ones who'd let their energy course out of alignment.
Unbalanced vampires were Rand's favorite prey.
"Come out, come out." The tallest vampire spun in a slow circle. "We know you're here, hunter."
One of the vampires came closer, his feet kicking up the coarse desert sand. Rand's hand tightened on his stake--a shaft of pure titanium. The vampire's jagged energy was evident in the creature's jerky movements.
Come on, just another inch . Rand waited. His career as a vampire hunter had taught him patience. Against unbalanced rogues, it was his greatest weapon.
The vampire paused, lifting his pretty face to the star-scattered sky. It seemed a cosmic joke that such powerful, vicious beings were so beautiful. No doubt the Indian vampire goddess Kali had laughed when she'd created the first of her children thousands of years ago.
Vampires were ruled by the energy coursing through their chakras--energy they got from blood. Over time it improved their skin, trimmed their bodies and smoothed out their features.
But it didn't hide their rotten insides.
Dark memories of his father's blood running like a river across the floor twisted through Rand. A man who'd dedicated his life to protecting the innocent hadn't deserved to be tortured to death.
Rand tried to recall his father's deep voice and booming laugh, but the sounds were lost to him. His heart thumped hard against his ribs. Time, and the blood of all the vampires he'd killed, had dulled his memories.
Now he knew only rage and death.
The vampire inched closer, unaware his executioner stood within a breath of him. Rand thrust out his arm.
The stake sank into the vamp's heart, the executed seeing no more than a blur of shadow. He didn't make a sound as he crumpled to the sand.
Using his speed, Rand attacked the two closest vampires. They, too, died in silence.
"What the hell?"
"Alban and Jago are down!"
"Where is he?"
The frenzy of panicked voices echoed through the dark. Again Rand waited.
"It's The Darkness," one of the vampires moaned.
It was the name the vampire community had given Rand many years ago. The darkness hid him, was a part of him, one of his many hunter skills. He came from it when the vampires least expected him. It also filled his soul.
Long nights in the darkness had taught him that to fight the monsters, he had to become the monster.
But killing when he couldn't be seen was hardly a challenge. He wanted the fight to be personal. He wanted to see their fear, smell their terror, hear their ragged heartbeats...and if he got too close...well, it wasn't like
Anna Hackett
Vampire hunter Rand Wilder hated vampires--even if they were as beautiful and alluring as vampire princess Dominique Valois. For years he fought the beings who had killed his father, resisting their dangerous sensuality. Yet even Rand was tempted by the intoxicating Dominique and her shocking offer: to hurt the vampire court by taking her virginity....
A desperate need to ruin her reputation had forced Dominique to seek out the hunter known as The Darkness. But she hadn't expected Rand to be so captivating and compassionate.... Soon a very different sort of need drove her desire to take Rand to her bed. And with Dominique's survival depending on it, she would have to use all her skills of seduction to make this strong hunter surrender to passion....
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter One
"He's here somewhere. Find him!"
Rand Wilder stood silent in the desert darkness. Despite the moonless night, his enhanced vision allowed him to see the six vampires hunting for him.
The thump of music from the run-down highway bar nearby sounded like a heartbeat in the night. The lights of Las Vegas shimmered in the distance. The warm desert air brushed over him.
As did the vampires' energies, prickling over his skin and pulsing under his heart.
Anaharta . Vampires ruled by the heart chakra. And ones who'd let their energy course out of alignment.
Unbalanced vampires were Rand's favorite prey.
"Come out, come out." The tallest vampire spun in a slow circle. "We know you're here, hunter."
One of the vampires came closer, his feet kicking up the coarse desert sand. Rand's hand tightened on his stake--a shaft of pure titanium. The vampire's jagged energy was evident in the creature's jerky movements.
Come on, just another inch . Rand waited. His career as a vampire hunter had taught him patience. Against unbalanced rogues, it was his greatest weapon.
The vampire paused, lifting his pretty face to the star-scattered sky. It seemed a cosmic joke that such powerful, vicious beings were so beautiful. No doubt the Indian vampire goddess Kali had laughed when she'd created the first of her children thousands of years ago.
Vampires were ruled by the energy coursing through their chakras--energy they got from blood. Over time it improved their skin, trimmed their bodies and smoothed out their features.
But it didn't hide their rotten insides.
Dark memories of his father's blood running like a river across the floor twisted through Rand. A man who'd dedicated his life to protecting the innocent hadn't deserved to be tortured to death.
Rand tried to recall his father's deep voice and booming laugh, but the sounds were lost to him. His heart thumped hard against his ribs. Time, and the blood of all the vampires he'd killed, had dulled his memories.
Now he knew only rage and death.
The vampire inched closer, unaware his executioner stood within a breath of him. Rand thrust out his arm.
The stake sank into the vamp's heart, the executed seeing no more than a blur of shadow. He didn't make a sound as he crumpled to the sand.
Using his speed, Rand attacked the two closest vampires. They, too, died in silence.
"What the hell?"
"Alban and Jago are down!"
"Where is he?"
The frenzy of panicked voices echoed through the dark. Again Rand waited.
"It's The Darkness," one of the vampires moaned.
It was the name the vampire community had given Rand many years ago. The darkness hid him, was a part of him, one of his many hunter skills. He came from it when the vampires least expected him. It also filled his soul.
Long nights in the darkness had taught him that to fight the monsters, he had to become the monster.
But killing when he couldn't be seen was hardly a challenge. He wanted the fight to be personal. He wanted to see their fear, smell their terror, hear their ragged heartbeats...and if he got too close...well, it wasn't like
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