Authors: Eliza March
Tags: #Romance, #Love Story
Max listened to the steady thick brogue from the man who had lost so much and tried to hold his own emotions in check. “How
did you survive such loss, Dylan?” Max’s throat was raw from holding back the anguish he felt in sympathy for his friend.
“In honor of Evie, I
eventually vowed I would not allow my fae light to burn out. No one will take that gift from me. I’ll fight the darkness to the end of my days and do right by my family’s sacrifice. They gave their all so I would survive. It’s the least I can do in their memory. Besides, what could wound me more than what has already been taken from me?”
“Don’t look now, but you are about to lose what good sense you may have ret
ained,” Max whispered. He released a quiet whistle, tilting his head in the direction of the bar entrance.
Dylan turned his attention to join Max’s, and what he saw forced the air from his lungs.
He cleared his throat twice. “Aye, this one—she could wound me more.”
He lost the ability to think beyond his senses.
No sounds, no movemen
ts, no rational thoughts.
Frame by frame, images snap
ped in slow motion imbedding this instant into Dylan’s mind. His gut twisted into knots, and his gaze traveled slowly, tortuously up the woman’s body. He stopped and paused at the pale white skin above the soft black, thigh high boots, then moved up to the red swatch of cloth, scarcely a skirt covering her…Was he sweating?
Aye, he was sweating. The last time he remembered breaking a sweat he’d been human.
He tried to stand to greet the woman heading straight for them, but his thighs bumped the table hard enough to jostle it.
“Oh, please don’t get up.” She waved aside his effort.
Dylan dropped back onto the bench and with a sweep of his hand offered her a seat without uttering a word.
“Special Agent.” Max extended his hand and she took it.
“Call me Caitlin…please.”
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Hearts of Darkness, Book Two
Published in the United States of America
Hearts of Darkness series
Defeat the Darkness - 2013
onquer the Highland Beast - 2014
Damn the Darkness - 2014
The Lion, the Leopard, and the Wolf
The Moon, the Madness, and the Magic
Fever - 2013
Contemporary Erotic Romance
More Than a Stud
Hollywood Cowboys series
Dual Bondage: Roped and Tied
Witch of Air and Fire
Across a Crowded Room (Elizabeth
: You should read these books in order!
The stories in
Hearts of Darkness
were written as a true sequential series. The books should be read in order to appreciate the world building and storyline.
These books contain graphic violence, profanity, adult situations, and alternative sexual content, which may offend some readers.
Some or all of these sexual situations: M/M-M/F/M-F/M/F-F/F-M/F
Hearts of Darkness
– About the Series
In these stories, s
everal back bayou Parrishes outside New Orleans are home to creatures most humans don’t know exist. However, humans with recessive supernatural DNA instinctively gravitate to the area. Here all creatures can be themselves. Here the lamb will sit down with the lion, or more precisely—the vampire will sit with the witch, the werewolf with the fae, the jaguar with the demon—or any such combination. Here the paranormal is normal.
are represented by members of a council lead by Dylan Macgregor. He is the vampire holding the position until Jackson reaches his majority, or until his father, the last natural born vampire, Niccolai Xenos returns.
Danger takes many forms but the portals between the parallel worlds occasionally shifts and opens allowing evil to enter our world.
Witch and vampire covens share the lands with various shifters and fae, while the werewolf packs guards the backcountry. These beings guard the humans from that evil.
“born” vampires lost the ability to reproduce naturally, and “made” vampires can’t survive forever without ancient blood, the ancients are searching for a solution to their infertility while the others are determined to help them survive.
Although the main characters fulfill
a promise in their own book, they also may play important roles in other books to come. A large number of characters who make up this ensemble cast show up in more than one book in supporting roles. Because I like to think they all have lives happening while the story is ongoing, we may get to focus on any one of them in the future.
Defeat the Darkness, Book 1
[vampire, fae, demon, erotic, romance, shifter, medical, witches]
hree young doctors are forced to accept a paranormal world they never knew existed. Shelby and Max have been friends since childhood, Kyle and Max meet and become friends in medical school, then Shelby meets Kyle and falls in love with him. What could go wrong? Everything. When Kyle is attacked by a rogue jaguar and turned by a demon vampire holding his friends hostage, there’s one way to save them. Self-sacrifice.
Conquer the Highland Beast, Book 2
vampire, demon, historical, erotic, suspense, fae, shifter, witches, voodoo]
Highland warrior, Dylan Macgregor learns revenge and retribution will not give him the peace he seeks. Every day since, he battles the darkness. Three-hundred years after being turned on a battlefield by an anci
ent born vampire, Dylan meets his life-mate, FBI profiler Special Agent Caitlin Donovan. When he discovers she’s been targeted for death by a demon overlord, can he find the assassins before they find her? The last of his light is at risk if he kills again, and then what will become of their love?
conquers readers with her intense paranormal tale. The characters jump off the page, and the sizzling love scenes will literally scorch fingers in this page-turning tale of demons, vampires, fae, and psychics. ~~
Faith V. Smith
, author of “
Bound By Blood, The Legends
The series has been percolating in my head for a couple of years and t
his book has been a long time in the works. Thank goodness, I have a great group of authors I plot with or this story would never have been written. So to authors: Lorelei Confer, Sharron Riddle, and Linda Bleser…I thank you.
When I think I’m struggling alone, I turn to my local RWA Chapter members of TARA who are always there with encouragement and support. Ladies and gentleman, thank you.
Goodreads, Twitter, and Facebook friends, thank you for your Tweets, Likes, Comments, and Shares.
Special thanks must go to author, Faith V. Smith for her critique help in the twenty-fourth hour and to Lorelei and Renee who took the last lap. Only great friends stick with you all day and late into the night to see a project like this through.
Last but not least: hats off to my poor husband who sees to everything when I’m on deadline.
Froid Estate, New Orleans
The rising full
moon provided adequate light, and the fire across the camp kept away the gators and swamp cats hunting in the area. Neither vampire sitting in camp chairs by the bank of the bayou needed the fire to see or to regulate their body temperatures. Tonight Dylan Macgregor didn’t intend to fight anything besides fish.
He leaned forward in his camp chair and opened the cooler, dug around in the ice, and handed the big man next to him a bottle.
Max Hamilton took it and said, “You’ve been sulking since you returned from your meeting with that cop friend of yours.”
Sulking? Three-hundred year-old vampires don’t sulk.” Images of FBI profiler, Caitlin Donovan flooded his mind and overwhelmed his damned senses. Besides her psychic abilities, what was it about her?
And shit, why now?
The woman and her ability rattled him more than he imagined—more than he wanted to admit.
“You’re alone too much.”
“What?” Dylan put down his pole and glared. “Did you switch from research medicine to psychiatry when I wasn’t looking? What about you since your sire bond with Shelby kicked in and severed your mate bond?”
, that’s exactly what I’m thinking about.” Max picked up his fishing pole and put it aside. Resting both elbows on his knees, he leaned into Dylan and said, “Look. I need to move on—get laid. Come into town with me this weekend, and we can go to that Goth club. What’s it called?”
“The Dungeon?” He shivered with distaste while Max seemed to
enjoy the way he cringed at the incredulous suggestion.
The human, vampire wannabe’s who hung out at thos
e clubs freaked him out. Not that he frequented the places himself. The last time he stopped in was to investigate an attack. Turned out, it was some human killer using the place to find victims.
“Just what we need
“Think about it, man. Feed both hungers at the same time.” Max’s eyes lit up with mirth as he tapped his temple. “I don’t know about you, but like I said, things have changed for me. Besides, I still need your advice and practice using mind suggestions on humans.”
“Great sales pitch. Okay, town it is. Dylan sighed and leaned back in the camp seat. What the hell, why not? He needed a diversion. What he’d felt when he touched Ms. Donovan must have been his imagination. “You pay for dinner. Angus steaks. I’ll buy the drinks.”
It’s a deal. We should invite Jackson and Garr. I hear werewolf groupies hang at the Dungeon, too.”
“You hear a lot
for a newbie.” Dylan had a feeling he’d been hanging out with Jackson and Garr after training sessions. “Jackson’s not around, beside he’s in training and pulling weekend detail with the wolf patrol.”
In the distance, as if on cue, the scream of a feline predator rang out of the swamp, reminding him of another problem.
He started packing up the equipment.
“What about Garr?”
“Sure, call him. Why should I suffer alone? It’s been a while for both of us, and from what I’ve heard, you can charm the panties off a nun.” He pointed at Max and let one side of his lip curl. “We could use a good wing man.”
“Hard to believe unless you got lazy with all
the mind-manipulating tricks up your sleeve. Or does all that hocus-pocus take the fun out of the seduction?” Max wiggled his eyebrows.
Dylan laughed out loud. He would help Max adjust to his new life as a vampire, but he wasn’t going to fuck some vampire wannabe or a potential hunter. Karen from the Highland Bar and Grill, the blonde with the big breasts and long legs, not to mention an enthusiasm for cock, would gratefully feed him and get his mind off the pretty agent.
“Enough of your insolence, lad, I don’t need any help—” Dylan’s phone beeped, interrupting his line of defense.
When he noticed the call
was from his contact at the NOPD homicide division, Ramon Delavega, he answered his cell phone.
The detective didn’t mince words. “Macgregor, we have another body, and I’ll have to notify the FBI task force
about this one. You might want to get here before they start crawling all over the crime scene.”
As the detective filled him in on the case, he glanced back at Max and realized feeding and fun would have to w
ait if he was going to get there before the FBI arrived. “What’s the deal with the FBI? They weren’t clear about what they were doing down here at the task force meeting.”
“They’ve brought in
dat new hot profiler. Oh, yeah.” The Cajun lilt was still in his speech, no matter how hard he’d tried to hide it. Guess you could take the boy out of the bayou, but you couldn’t take the bayou out if the boy. Dylan knew how that worked. His own Scottish background leaked out regularly.
you noticed her, too. Guess they want to put her to good use.”
They’re investigatin’ this area because they’ve had a few similar cases, elsewhere. Must be taking a new attitude with all the shit going down in our area. For the record, they aren’t sharing any info.”
“At least with my abilities, we can find out what they know. You…keep them away ’til I get there.”
“No problem. It’s quiet out here. I’ll call them later.”
He heard Ramon chuckle
as he turned off the phone.