...Natalya encounters more than she can handle...especially when she becomes a vampire's target.
As a Watcher of the King's Guard, Vahe Patten hunts rogue vampires, ones who break their vampire laws. When dead bodies are left for the human authorities to find, their secret is out, and Vahe takes on the mission by seeking the next victim before the killer does--only to find her blood tasted sweeter than any he's ever had.
Natalya Woods just wants to avoid her abusive husband and live a normal life, but the small town of Haven has been anything but safe. When she's attacked in the streets, literally, by the man of her dreams, she finds herself kidnapped and putting her weapon skills to use--surprisingly not on her husband. Attraction and desire throws Natalya and Vahe in a bind as they work together to fight the killer, but will Natalya overcome her distrust of men and allow herself to take the risk to love?
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July 14, 2011
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Excerpt from Fear of Darkness by Honoria Ravena
"Need a hand, Natalya?"
I spun around but before I could even get a word out, I was pressed against the wall with a hand over my mouth. I realized I'd forgotten my gun. I hadn't thought to put a different one in my other purse, and I should have. Vahe was the least of my problems. Okay, so maybe not the least--a vampire was a big problem, especially if he was the murderer. It was also unbelievable.
"I'm going to take my hand away, and if you scream, I'll snap your neck. Understand?" I nodded. "Good."
Vahe brushed the scarf away from my neck to reveal his marks. He ran his fingers lightly over my throat. I flinched when he touched the bite. Even with such a light touch, it was painful.
He leaned his face toward me, moved his palm, and then he was kissing me. I hesitated before I gave in to him. The kiss was soft, like he didn't want to scare me off. So at odds with the threat he'd just spoken. My tongue brushed his fangs, and I broke contact.
He slid his mouth to my throat, and I stood there dazed for a second before I jerked back. I would have slammed my head on the wall, but his hand was between the bricks and me. He tangled his fingers in my hair. His tongue flicked out across the bite mark, and then his mouth clamped down. He sucked hard, making the tiny holes bleed.
I gasped in pain and pushed at his chest. He moaned against my throat and sucked harder. His erection pressed against my stomach. He gave my throat one last sweep with his tongue before he drew back. His eyes were unfocused and his breathing labored. I was glad we were in the middle of the street and not somewhere private. I don't think anything would have kept him from fucking my brains out, and nothing could stop him from draining my blood.
He cleared his throat. "God, your blood is almost addictive." He shook himself. "Come on. I'll help you with all this food. I'm surprised you eat so much. You look so thin."
I narrowed my eyes at him and didn't respond. Seriously, idle chitchat? With a vampire and possibly a murderer. He picked up the food and carried it easily down the street, expecting me to follow.
I raked a shaking hand through my hair. Did I really have any choice but to go with him? It seemed like a bad idea. Before Hollywood had gotten a hold of them, vampires had been considered evil. He'd attacked me. But wouldn't he have killed me already if he'd planned on it? I followed him before he found a way to make me. I watched my feet as I walked. My heart pounded as I tried to think of a good way to get away from him.
He didn't struggle to carry the food, but maybe it would take him a few seconds to realize I was gone, drop it, and chase after me. Maybe a few vital seconds were all I needed. I doubted it.
I was starving and wanted to cry at the thought of leaving my food, but I wasn't willing to go wherever he was leading me.
He stopped abruptly and looked over his shoulder. He arched an eyebrow. "Go ahead. Try running for it. You won't make it three feet."