Authors: Kris Norris
Deadly Deception (27 page)
“Rafe. Stop.” Terryn pulled against his hold again. “Do you know what kind of bar this is?“
He turned to face her, his hand curling around her waist. “I’ve got a pretty good idea,” he said, holding back a curse when two guys knocked his back as they strutted past. “Just stay close and keep your body plastered to mine. We need to find a couple of empty seats.”
“What we
need
is for you to explain what the hell we’re doing in here.”
“Just stay close,” he repeated. “There’s usually a few available at the back.”
Fear and curiosity flared in her eyes before she gave him a curt nod, following him through the throng of people wedged inside the bar, her hip never leaving his. The sharp smell of sweat and lust assaulted his senses, lingering with the heady scent of sex. He passed the hallway he knew led to the private rooms and claimed two stools in the far corner. He motioned to Terryn, watching as she scanned the room once before settling on the seat. He slid in beside her, folding his hands on the bar.
“So you’ve been here before?” she asked.
“A few times.”
He nodded at the bartender, tossing some money at the man, before locking his eyes on hers again. She was watching him, trying to picture what he looked like naked. He smiled, loving how a light flush laced her cheeks and down her neck when she realised he’d deciphered her thoughts.
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” she mumbled, staring at her hands.
“As long as you make me one promise.”
She met his gaze, not hiding the effort it took. “What’s that?”
“To keep an open mind.”
She snorted in a typically feminine way that made his cock peak against his jeans. Damn if she wasn’t a tempting little witch he’d enjoy taming.
“Fine. I’ll keep my mind completely open. So start talking.”
Rafe nodded, pausing just long enough to probe the bar, ensuring they were still alone. They had time, though how much was yet to be determined. He met Terryn’s gaze, smiling at the way she worried her bottom lip between her teeth. It was full and a deep shade of pink. He wondered if her nipples matched them or if her pussy turned the same colour as arousal flooded it, engorging the lips until they parted in anticipation.
He forced the images aside, hoping his cock didn’t burst the seam of his pants. After a century of sleep, it seemed determined to make its presence known. He pointed at her necklace. “We’ll start with something simple. That pretty little pendant dangling against your neck is much more than just a piece of spun glass. It’s an ancient talisman, crafted four thousand years ago, when the first of my kind walked the earth. The fluid inside is the very blood of the earliest lineage of my clan, and it holds more power than this world has seen in hundreds of centuries.”
Terryn held up her hand, halting him. “The blood of your people?” She shook her head. “What are you trying to tell me? What are you?”
“We’re known by many names, but you would call me a vampire.”
Terryn’s face paled and her eyes widened. Rafe dug into her thoughts, smiling at the images in her mind. Either she was into bondage more than he’d ever imagined, or she was picturing him strapped in a straightjacket.
“I’m not insane, nor am I lying. So get that straight jacket right out of your head. There’s more and we don’t have much time.”
If possible her cheeks paled further, but she gave him a guarded nod.
“Good. Now listen carefully. Several of these talisman were created, each one unique. No one knows for certain why, but shortly after their creation, they were buried in a secret tomb. Five hundred years ago, the tomb was opened, and the pendants scattered across the earth. As a result, the remaining kin created creatures called Enforcers—vampires whose sole purpose was to find and guard each talisman until the power within was no longer a threat.” Rafe reached over and caressed the skin just below the vial. “I’ve been searching for you…for this,” he said, grazing his fingers over the smooth glass, closing his eyes against the rush of energy as the pendant glowed first purple, then black, “for centuries.”
About the Author
Author, single mother, slave to chaos—she’s a jack-of-all-trades who’s constantly looking for her ever elusive clone.
Kris started writing some years back, and it took her a while to realise she wasn’t destined for the padded room, and that the voices chattering away in her head were really other characters trying to take shape—and since they weren’t telling her to conquer the human race, she went with it. Though she supposes if they had…
insert evil laugh
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Kris loves writing erotic novels. She loves heroines who kick butt, heroes who are larger than life and sizzling sex scenes that leave you feeling just a bit breathless.
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Also by Kris Norris
Dark Prophecy: Sacred Talisman
Enchanted Lovers: Healing Hands
Christmas Crackers: Centrefold
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