After a century of plotting revenge for her sister's death, Monique de la Chauve-Souris has nearly achieved her goal -- the destruction of her sworn enemy, the Comte du Montnoir. But in all her careful plans, she hadn't factored in the possibility of falling in love with him.
Blindsided by Monique's sudden betrayal, the Comte must act quickly and ruthlessly. He enlists the help of Jon, Darlene and the other Young Vampires to put a stop to her rampage. But a startling truth complicates this battle with Monique. On top of stealing his business empire, she has also captured his heart.
This is the sequel to Young Vampires in Loveand we recommend reading that story first, but this one can be read as a stand-alone.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Young Vampires in France by Mardi Ballou
Through the haze of his ecstatic ride, the Comte felt Monique's hands push him away and, far too soon, draw him back to the reality of limits. "But you will suck me dry if you don't stop," she protested.
With a groan, he pulled back to the single frenzy of their intimate coupling.
"My turn." She pierced his neck with her fangs and drank greedily, hungrily. When she paused, he still wanted to give her more. The pull of her mouth on him nearly sufficed to take him back to the high he'd experienced in feeding from her. Knowing that he fed her, that his essence now mingled with hers everywhere in her body, set him afire.
And then she lifted her head, his blood dripping down her chin as she howled out her climax. She vibrated from head to toe with the force of her release, and the Comte had no choice but to join her. With a shout of victory, he pumped into her in waves of passion. Now he possessed her outside and in. And she possessed him.
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On a scale of one to ten, Monique rated her orgasm--combined with the feeding--at a six point four. Maybe six point five. She would not award him a higher score with her eyes. But in the secret place in her heart where she didn't keep score, Monique knew no number could measure his impact on her.
She swallowed hard and wished she could bury the emotions that threatened her with their power and intensity. Now, when she was so close to the victory over the Comte she'd worked so long and hard to accomplish, she could not let her traitorous feelings for him overpower her head--and heart. If she allowed her tendresse, her muddle-headed weakness, for him to take root, he'd win. She could not lose sight of all she'd lost, all that had fueled her hunger for revenge since her days as a mortal. No matter what the cost, she had to steel herself not to love this man, not to let him get to her on any level. Exerting all her willpower, she manipulated her habitual armor back into place.
Afterward, in the glow of their lovemaking, she wanted nothing more than to doze a bit before she returned to her hotel room--or so she insisted. If she were free to follow her desires...
Now that she'd fed and permitted herself her climax, Monique was more than ready to return to her quarters. She needed to get back there for her computer, her fax and her phones. She'd promised herself she'd catch up with email and read two business reports before she turned in at dawn.
But tonight the Comte wasn't letting go of her easily. For once, he hadn't fallen into the deep sleep that sex most often culminated in for him. And her heart kept insisting that she take this night and stay with him. With a wrench in her heart, she closed her ears to these dangerous words.
"Monique. Please stay here with me for the rest of the night. And then for the day to follow."
"I'm afraid that's not possible. In fact," she yawned and stretched, "I really should leave now. I have so much work to catch up on back at the hotel."
He made a sour face. "Work? Pah! Can't you take a whole night off for once?"
She shrugged. "That is easy for you to say because you've been so successful. As for me, I have yet to build my fortune. Which means I can't afford to be a slacker, taking whole nights off."
"But you have forever to build your fortune. Just say the word, and I will be more than pleased to help you--either to advance in my organization or to start off in your business ventures. But, I know. You're so damnably independent. You want to do it all yourself, not accept that anyone can make your life easier for you."
She bristled at his patronizing attitude. That was good, helped her remain focused. Oh, he was going help her all right. Or rather, she was going to help herself to everything she wanted.