Night Play (Dark-Hunter Series #5)

NIGHT Play\ \ By Sherrilyn Kenyon \ St. Martin's Paperbacks\ Copyright © 2004 Sherrilyn Kenyon\ All right reserved.\ ISBN: 0-312-99242-4 \ \ \ Chapter One\ Lilac and Lace Boutique on Iberville The French Quarter Eight months later \ Stunned, Bride McTierney stared at the letter in her hand and blinked. She blinked again.\ It couldn't really say what she thought it said.\ Could it?\ Was it a joke?\ But as she read it again for the fourth time, she knew it wasn't. The rotten, cowardly SOB had actually broken up with her via her own FedEx account.\ Sorry, Bride,\ But I need a woman more in keeping with my celebrity image. I'm going places and I need the kind of woman at my side who will help me, not hinder me. I'll have your things delivered to your building. Here's some money for a hotel room tonight in case you don't have any vacant rooms.\ Best, Taylor\ "You sorry, sycophantic, scum-sucking dog," she snarled as she read it again and pain engulfed her so profoundly that it was all she could do not to burst into tears. Her boyfriend of five years was breaking up with her ... through a letter that he'd charged to her business account?\ "Damn you to hell, you filthy snake!" she snarled.\ Normally Bride would sooner cut her own head off than cuss, but this ... this warranted serious language.\ And an ax to her ex-boyfriend's head.\ She fought the urge to scream. And the need she felt to get into her SUV, go over to his television station, and pound him into itty-bitty bloody pieces.\ Damn him!\ A tear rolled down her cheek. Bride wiped it away and sniffed. She wouldn't cry over this. He so wasn't worth it.\ Really, he wasn't, and deep inside she wasn't surprised. For the last six months, she'd known this was coming. Had felt it every time Taylor put her on another diet or signed her up for another exercise program.\ Not to mention the important dinner party two weeks ago at the Aquarium where he had told her that he didn't want her to join him. "There's no need in you getting all dressed up for something so boring. Really. It's best that I go alone."\ She'd known the minute he'd finished speaking that he wouldn't be around much longer.\ Still it hurt. Still she ached. How could he do such a thing?\ Like this! she thought angrily as she waved the letter around like a lunatic in the middle of her store.\ But then she knew. Taylor had never really been happy with her. The only reason he had gone out with her was because her cousin was a manager at a local television station. Taylor had wanted a job there and, like a fool, she had helped him to get it.\ Now that he was safely ensconced in his position and his ratings were at the top, he pulled this stunt.\ Fine. She didn't need him anyway.\ She was better off without him.\ But all the arguments in the world didn't ease the bitter, awful pain in her chest that made her want to curl up into a ball and cry until she was spent.\ "I won't do it" she said, wiping away another tear. "I won't give him the satisfaction of crying."\ Throwing the letter away, she seized her vacuum cleaner with a vengeance. Her little boutique needed cleaning.\ You just vacuumed.\ She could just vacuum again until the damned carpet was threadbare.\ Vane Kattalakis felt like shit. He'd just left Grace Alexander's office where the good-and he used the word with full rancor-psychologist had told him there was nothing in the world that could heal his brother until his brother was willing to heal.\ It wasn't what he needed to hear. Psychobabble was for humans, it wasn't for wolves who needed to get their stupid asses out of Dodge before they lost them.\ Ever since Vane had crawled out of the swamp with his brother on Mardi Gras night, they had been lying low at Sanctuary, a bar owned by a clan of Katagaria bears who welcomed in all strays, no matter where they came from: human, Daimon, Apollite, Dark-Hunter, Dream-Hunter, or Were-Hunter. So long as you kept the peace and threatened no one, the bears allowed you to stay. And live.\ But no matter what the Peltier bears told him, he knew the truth. Both he and Fang were living under a death sentence and there was no place safe for them. They had to get mobile before their father realized they were still alive.\ The minute he did, a team of assassins would be sent for them. Vane could take them on, but not if he had to drag a hundred-and-twenty-pound comatose wolf behind him.\ He needed Fang awake and alert. Most of all, he needed his brother willing to fight again.\ But nothing seemed to reach Fang, who had yet to move out of his bed. Nothing.\ "I miss you, Fang," he whispered under his breath as his throat tightened with grief. It was so hard to make it alone in the world. To have no one to talk to. No one to trust.\ He wanted his brother and sister back so badly that he would gladly sell his soul for it.\ But they were both gone now. There was no one left for him. No one.\ Sighing, he tucked his hands in his pockets and turned onto Iberville as he walked through the French Quarter.\ He wasn't even sure why he cared anymore anyway. He might as well let his father have him. What difference did it make?\ But Vane had spent the whole of his life fighting. It was all he knew or understood.\ He couldn't do as Fang and just lie down and wait for death. There had to be something out there that could reach his brother.\ Something out there that could make both of them want to live again.\ Vane paused as he neared one of those women's shops that were scattered throughout the French Quarter. It was a large redbrick building trimmed in black and burgundy. The entire front of it was made of glass that showed inside where the store was littered with lacy women's things and delicate, feminine tchotchkes.\ But it wasn't the merchandise that made him pause.\ It was her.\ The woman he'd thought he would never see again.\ Bride.\ He'd seen her only once and then only briefly as he guarded Sunshine Runningwolf in Jackson Square while the artist had sold her artwork to tourists. Oblivious to him, Bride had come up to Sunshine and the two of them had talked for a few minutes.\ Then Bride had walked out of his life completely. Even though he'd wanted to follow after her, Vane had known better. Humans and wolves didn't mix.\ And definitely not wolves who were as screwed up as he was.\ So he'd sat idly by even while every molecule of his body had screamed out for him to go after her.\ Bride had been the most beautiful woman Vane had ever seen.\ She still was.\ Her long auburn hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head that left curls of it to caress her porcelain face. She wore a long, black dress that flowed around her body as she jerked a vacuum cleaner across the carpet.\ Every animal instinct in his body roared to life as he saw her again. The feeling was primal. Demanding.\ Needful.\ And it wouldn't listen to reason.\ Against his will, he found himself headed toward her. It wasn't until he had opened the burgundy door that he realized she was crying.\ Fierce anger tore through him. It was bad enough that his life sucked, the last thing he wanted was to see someone like her cry.\ Bride paused her vacuuming and looked up as she heard someone entering her shop. Her breath caught in her throat. Never in her life had she seen a more handsome man.\ Never.\ At first glance his hair was dark brown, but in reality it was made up of all colors: ash, auburn, black, brown, mahogany, even some blond. She'd never seen hair like that on anyone. Long and wavy, it was pulled back into a sexy ponytail.\ Better yet, his white T-shirt was pulled tight over a body that most women only saw in the best magazine ads. It was a body that was meant for sex. Tall and lean, that body begged a woman to caress it just to see if it was as hard and perfect as it appeared.\ His handsome features were sharp, chiseled, and he had a day's growth of beard on his face. It was the face of a rebel who didn't cater to current fashions ... one who lived his life solely on his own terms. It was obvious that no one told this man how to do anything.\ He ... was ... gorgeous.\ Bride couldn't see his eyes for the dark sunglasses he wore, but she sensed his gaze. Felt it like a smoldering touch.\ This man was tough. Fierce. And it sent a wave of panic through her.\ Why would someone like this be in a shop that specialized in women's accessories?\ Surely he wasn't going to rob her?\ The vacuum, which she hadn't moved a single millimeter since he'd entered her store, started to whine and smoke in protest. Drawing her breath in sharply, Bride quickly turned it off and fanned the motor with her hand.\ "Can I help you?" she asked as she struggled to put it behind her counter.\ Heat suffused her cheeks as the motor continued to smoke and spit. It added a not-so-pleasant odor of burning dust to the potpourri-scented candles she used.\ She smiled lamely at the devastatingly hot god who stood so nonchalantly in her store. "Sorry about that."\ Vane closed his eyes as he savored the melodic Southern lilt of her voice. It reached deep inside him, making his whole body burn for her. He was swollen with need and desire.\ Swollen with a feral urge to take what he wanted, damn all consequences.\ But she was scared of him. His animal half sensed it. And that was the last thing his human half wanted.\ Reaching up, he pulled the sunglasses off and offered her a small smile. "Hi."\ It didn't help. If anything, the sight of his eyes made her even more nervous.\ Damn.\ Bride was stunned. She wouldn't have thought he could ever become better looking, but with that devilish grin, he did.\ Worse, the intense, feral look of that languid hazel-green gaze made her shivery and hot. Never in her life had she seen a man even one-tenth as good-looking as this one.\ "Hi," she said back, feeling like nine kinds of stupid.\ His gaze finally left her and went around the store to her various displays.\ "I'm looking for a present," he said in that deeply hypnotic voice. She could have listened to him speak for hours, and for some reason she couldn't explain, she wanted to hear him say her name.\ Bride cleared her throat and put those moronic thoughts away as she came out from behind her counter. If her cute ex couldn't stomach her looks, why would a god like this one give a rat's bottom about her?\ So she decided to calm down before she embarrassed herself with him. "Who is it for?"\ "Someone very special."\ "Your girlfriend?"\ His gaze came back to hers and made her tremble even more. He shook his head slightly. "I could never be so lucky" he said, his tone low, beguiling.\ What an odd thing for him to say. She couldn't imagine this guy having trouble getting any woman he wanted. Who on earth would say no to that?\ On second thought, she hoped she never met a woman that attractive. If she did, she would be morally obligated to run her over in her car.\ "How much are you wanting to spend?"\ He shrugged. "Money doesn't mean anything to me."\ Bride blinked at that. Gorgeous and loaded. Man, some woman out there was lucky.\ "Okay. We have some necklaces. Those are always a nice gift."\ Vane followed her over to an alcove against the far wall where she had a mirror set up, with a multitude of beaded chokers and earrings that were on cardboard stands around it.\ The scent of her made him hard and hot. It was all he could do not to dip his head down to her shoulder and just inhale her scent until he was drunk with it. He focused his gaze on the bare, pale skin of her neck ...\ He licked his lips as he imagined what she would taste like. What it would feel like to have her lush curves pressed up against his body. To have her lips swollen from his kisses, her eyes dark and dreamy from passion as she looked up at him while he took her.\ Even worse, he could sense her own desire and it whetted his appetites even more.\ "Which is your favorite?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.\ There was a black Victorian choker that had her scent all over it. It was obvious she had tried it on recently.\ "This one," she said, reaching for it.\ His cock hardened even more as her fingers brushed the black onyx stones. He wanted nothing more than to run his hand down her extended arm, to skim his palm over her soft, pale skin until he reached her hand. A hand he would love to nibble.\ "Would you try it on for me?"\ Bride trembled at the deep tone of his voice. What was it about him that made her so nervous?\ But then she knew. He was intensely masculine and being under his direct scrutiny was as excruciating as it was disconcerting.\ She tried to put the necklace on, but her hands shook so badly that she couldn't fasten it.\ "May I help?" he asked.\ She swallowed and nodded.\ His warm hands touched hers, making her even more jittery. She looked in the mirror, catching sight of those hazel-green eyes that stared at her with a heat that made her both shiver and burn.\ He was without a doubt the best-looking man to ever live and breathe and here he was touching her. It was enough to make her faint!\ He deftly fastened the necklace. His fingers lingered at her neck for a minute before he met her gaze in the mirror and stepped back.\ "Beautiful," he murmured huskily, only he wasn't looking at the necklace. He was staring into the reflection of her eyes. "I'll take it."\ Torn between relief and sadness, Bride looked away quickly as she reached to take it off. In truth, she loved this necklace and hated to see it go. She'd bought it for the store, but had wanted to keep it for herself.\ But why bother? It was a six-hundred-dollar handmade work of art. She didn't have anywhere to wear it. It would be a waste, and the pragmatic Irishwoman in her wouldn't allow her to be so foolish.\ Pulling it off, she swallowed the new lump in her throat and headed for the register.\ Vane watched her intently. She was even sadder than before. Gods, how he wanted nothing more than to have her smile at him. What did a human male say to a human female to make her happy?\ She-wolves didn't really smile, not like humans did. Their smiles were more devious, seductive. Inviting. His people didn't smile when they were happy.\ They had sex when they were happy and that, to him, was the biggest benefit to being an animal-rather than a human. Humans had rules about intimacy that he had never fully understood.\ She placed the necklace in a large white box with a cotton pad in the bottom.\ \ (Continues...)\ \ \ \ Excerpted from NIGHT Play by Sherrilyn Kenyon Copyright © 2004 by Sherrilyn Kenyon. Excerpted by permission.\ All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.\ Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. \ \

\ From the PublisherPRAISE FOR SHERRILYN KENYON \ "Kenyon is the reigning queen of the vampire novel."—Barbara Vey, Publishers Weekly\ “An engaging read.”—Entertainment Weekly on Devil May Cry\ “Kenyon’s writing is brisk, ironic, sexy, and relentlessly imaginative. These are not your mother’s vampire novels.”—The Boston Globe on Dark Side of the Moon\ \ \ \ \ \ Publishers WeeklyCan a gorgeous werewolf with magical powers and an overweight boutique owner with a broken heart have a future together? They can in Kenyon's fantastical world, which imagines a contemporary New Orleans teeming with vampiric Daimons, immortal Dark-Hunters and various were-bears, leopards and wolves. Vane Kattalakis is a lone wolf in every sense. His brother, Fang, is in a coma; his werewolf father wants to kill him; and his mostly human mother, who was taken by force by Vane's father, would happily see them all dead. But after Vane shares a sizzling sexual encounter with Bride McTierney, he realizes his life is about to change. Bride is Vane's "predestined mate," which means that he has three weeks to convince her to be his partner or he'll spend the next several decades impotent and alone. Vane's gentle, protective manner and "ripped" body appeal to Bride, but she can't help wondering: if they were to get together, would they have puppies or babies? Kenyon's tale, while amusing at times, borders on the ridiculous. The rules of her world change constantly, and her male characters are all formed from the same tall, dark and dangerous mold. Bride, meanwhile, is a mere cipher, and though the sex scenes between her and Vane are titillating, their romance is nearly nonexistent. Agent, Nancy Yost of Lowenstein-Yost. (Aug.) Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.\ \