Bride of the Night [NOOK Book]

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She's the vampire that could destroy a nation.

At least, that's what Pinkerton detective Finn Dunne thinks of Tara Fox. Capturing her aboard a ship sneaking its way northward, he's convinced she's been sent to take out President Lincoln. While she's certainly the most attractive assassin he's ever ...
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Overview




She's the vampire that could destroy a nation.

At least, that's what Pinkerton detective Finn Dunne thinks of Tara Fox. Capturing her aboard a ship sneaking its way northward, he's convinced she's been sent to take out President Lincoln. While she's certainly the most attractive assassin he's ever faced, that won't keep him from his duty.

Tara has always been caught between worlds. As a vampire born and raised in Key West, she has many friends among the humans. Many friends that are now fighting and dying in the raging Civil War.

When her strange dreams began, she thought of them as abstract visions. But she now knows that she must travel to Washington, D.C., and protect the president at all costs. Finn still won't trust her, despite what he's seen. And if Tara has to go through him—or bring reinforcements—to save Lincoln, she will do whatever it takes, even if it costs her her heart.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Graham’s paranormal Civil War romance is a ponderous, preposterous read. Pinkerton detective Finn Dunne and Confederate spy Tara Fox are half-vampires. He thinks she’s involved in a conspiracy to kill President Lincoln, but in fact, her visions lead her to believe only she can stop the assassin. Tara’s efforts to run the blockade from Key West to Washington, D.C., are thwarted when her ship and Finn’s Union vessel shipwreck on an island. The misunderstandings are resolved, but the return to safety is hindered by attacks from rogue vampires, possibly orchestrated by the mastermind behind the assassination conspiracy. Graham’s heavy prose style and Tara’s lengthy visions slow the narrative, and the ridiculous premise and stereotyped side characters are downright exploitative of the war and its cultural context. Agent: Aaron M. Priest. (Dec.)
From the Publisher
"An incredible storyteller."

-Los Angeles Daily News

"Graham wields a deftly sexy and convincing pen."

-Publishers Weekly

"[Heather Graham writing as Shannon Drake] captures readers' hearts with her own special brand of magic."

-Affaire de Coeur on No Other Woman

"Well-researched and thoroughly entertaining."

-Publishers Weekly on Knight Triumphant

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459281585
  • Publisher: MIRA
  • Publication date: 11/22/2011
  • Series: Vampire Hunters Series
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 400
  • Sales rank: 153,085
  • File size: 918 KB

Meet the Author

Heather Graham
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Heather Graham has written more than a hundred novels. She's a winner of the RWA's Lifetime Achievement Award, and the Thriller Writers' Silver Bullet. She is an active member of International Thriller Writers and Mystery Writers of America. For more information, check out her websites: TheOriginalHeatherGraham.com, eHeatherGraham.com, and HeatherGraham.tv. You can also find Heather on Facebook.
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Winter, 1865

"Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln," Richard Anderson said, shaking his head sadly. "Frankly, I don't understand your obsession with the man."

Richard pointed out beyond the sand dunes and the scattered pines to the sea—and over the causeway to Fort Zachary Taylor where the North was in control, and had been in control since the beginning of the war, despite Florida being the third state to secede from the Union. He sat down in the pine-laden sand next to Tara, confusion lacing his gray eyes.

"You're at the southernmost tip of the southernmost state. A Confederate state. I don't see you gnawing your lip and chewing down your nails to the nub over Jefferson Davis, who has certainly had his share of trouble, too. Seriously," he said, scooting closer to her, "Tara Fox, if you're not careful, you're going to get yourself killed."

"Getting myself killed is highly unlikely," she murmured. She smiled at Richard, her friend since childhood. They were seated on the small dunes on the edge of the island, away from the homes on the main streets of the town, and far to the east of the fort and any of its troops that might be about. Tara loved to come here. The pines made a soft seat of the sand, and the breeze always seemed to come in gently from the ocean, unless a storm was nearing, and even then she loved it equally. There was something about the sea when the sky turned gray and the wind began to pick up with a soft evil moan that promised of the tempest to come.

"Hardly likely? More than possible!" Richard said hoarsely. "My dearest friend, your passions make you a whirlwind!"

"Honestly, please. This is a war between human beings. The Northern soldiers don't run around killing women—from what I understand, they're only locking up spies when they're women, and not doing a great job keeping any of them in prison at that."

"There's nothing human about war at all."

"But, Richard, I'm not a spy, and I'm not trying to do anything evil. I just keep dreaming about Abraham Lincoln."

"My dear girl, he's not the usual man to fulfill a lass's dreams of fantasy and romance," Richard said, grinning widely.

She cast him a glare in which her effort to control her patience was entirely obvious. "Richard, that's not what I mean at all and you know it."

"It was worth a try," he said wearily. "You are like a dog with a bone when you start on something, and it terrifies me."

Tara ignored that. "I've already gone north once, Richard." She said the words flatly, as if they proved that she could well manage herself. Yet, even as she spoke with such assurance to him, she was startled to feel a chill of fear.

Yes, she had gone north, and, yes, she had been accosted. By an idiot citizen who seemed to think that she was about to offer harm to President Lincoln. Idiot, yes, but…

Canny and observant, he had watched her—stalked her practically!—and stopped her from getting near Lincoln. If she hadn't been wary…

No, she could take care of herself. If forced into a fighting position, she could take care of herself. And, while highly unlikely, she could be killed, especially if someone really knew or understood just who she was.

What she was.

That was then, long ago now. The man could be dead now, such was the war.

Somehow, she doubted it. She could too easily remember him. Though far shorter than the president, he was well over six feet tall, built of brick, so it appeared, with sharp dark eyes that seemed to rip right through flesh and blood. She remembered his touch all too well. He was a dangerous enemy.

"I've been north before," she repeated to Richard. "I'm not a soldier and I'm not a spy. I'm a traveler. I'm just trying to find a place to live, to find work… I've been there, I've done it before."

"Yes, I know, and I didn't think that it was a good idea then, and I think it's a worse idea now."

She touched his hand gently. She couldn't be afraid, and she couldn't let others be afraid for her. If she could only make her friends understand that it was almost as if she was being called to help. "Richard, it's as if he knows me, as if he's communicating with me through his mind. I don't know how to explain, but I dream that we're walking through the White House—and he's talking to me."

Richard stood, paced the soft ground and paused again to look at her. "If you want to go, you know that I'll help you. I just want you to realize what a grave mistake you're making—absolutely no pun intended." He hesitated. "This is home. This is Key West. This is where your mother came, and where you are accepted, and where you have friends. It's where I'm based."

Tara lifted her chin. "It's where you're based. Half of the time, you 're off—trying to slip through the blockade. Speak of dangerous."

"It's what I'm supposed to do," he said quietly.

"You never wanted the war," she reminded him. "You said from the beginning that there had to be a way to compromise, that we just needed to realize that slavery was archaic and the great plantation owners could begin a system of payments and schooling and—"

"I was an idiot," he said flatly. "In one thing, the world will never change. Men will be blind when a system—even an evil one—creates their way of life, their riches and their survival. John Brown might have been a murdering fanatic, but in this, he could have been right." He gazed off into the distance, a bemused look on his face. "The state of Vermont abolished slavery long before your Mr. Lincoln thought of his emancipation proclamation. But do you think that rich farmers anywhere were thinking that they'd have to pick their own cotton if such a law existed? Yes, it can happen, it will happen, but…"

"You're saying the war is over, that we've lost—but you keep going out, running the blockade."

He lifted his hands. "It's what I have to do…. But! You don't have to. You are in a dangerous situation when you leave this place."

"Richard! I don't walk around with a sign on my back with large printed letters that spell out b-a-s-t-a-r-d!" she said indignantly.

"Nor do you have a sign that says Be Wary! Half Vampire!" Richard warned.

Tara was silence a minute. "And you're my friend," she murmured dryly.

He knelt back down by her in the bracken by the pines near the tiny spit of beach that stretched out along the causeway to the fort. "I am your friend. That's why I'm telling you this. You know I'll take you aboard the Peace when you wish…you know that. What I'm trying to tell you is that every journey we make grows more dangerous. The South started the war with no navy, had to scrounge around and build like crazy—beg, borrow and steal other ships—and then count on blockade runners to carry supplies. My ship is good, but the noose is tightening on us, Tara."

He was quiet for a minute, looking downward, and then he looked up at her again. "Tara, I'm saying this to you now, here alone. If I were heard, it might well be construed as that I was speaking as a traitor, and God help me, I'd fight for my state, no matter what. Yet, every word we've spoken here is the truth of it. The war is ending. And we are on our knees, dying. The Confederacy can't hold out much longer, and who knows, maybe God Himself is speaking. General Sherman ripped Atlanta apart, and thankfully Savannah surrendered before being burned to the ground, as well. Since Gettysburg, our victories have been small and sadly sparse."

Tara drew her knees to her chest and hugged them. "Yes," she said softly. "I can read very well," she assured him.

"The death toll is ungodly." He might well have been sadly informing himself.

"I know…" She waved a hand in the air. "I know the tragedy of the whole situation, and all the logic. Grant is grabbing immigrants right off the ships and throwing them into the Union forces. The North has the manufacturing—and what they didn't have, they seized. They're in control of the railroads, and when the South rips them up, they have the money and supplies to repair them, and we don't. Lee's army is threadbare, shoeless, down on ammunition and, half the time, scrounging desperately for food. I know all that, Richard. Like you, I'd hoped that there wouldn't be a war, and that most people with any sense would realize that it wouldn't simply be a massive cost in life for all of us."

She looked at Richard, pain and passion in her eyes. "I think about you, and my friends fighting for the South. And I think about Hank Manner, the kind young Yankee at the fort who helped old Mrs. Bartley when her carriage fell over. Richard, the concept of any of you shot and torn and bleeding is horrible. North and South, we're all human beings." She winced. "Well, you know what I mean. Hank is a good man, a really good man." She was quiet for a moment, and then added softly, "I think I'm just grateful. It really is all over. I just don't know why we keep fighting."

"Human beings. Yes, as you said—it's the human beast," Richard said, shaking his head as he looked out to the sea. "Men can't accept defeat. It hits us at some primal level, and we just about have to destroy everything, including ourselves…."

"So, it may go on. Please, Richard…?"

"The war will go on," he said harshly. "And it will be chaos while it's still being settled, and, God knows, far worse after!"

"You can't understand this urgency I feel," she told him.

He gripped her hands. "Tara, it makes no sense! Why in hell are you worried about Abraham Lincoln? He's been elected, again. He'll be inaugurated soon, again. He'll be the conquering hero of the United States. What, are you crazy? There are professional military guards who worry about his safety, friends who watch over him. And Pinkerton guards."

"He surely can't imagine the amount of enemies he must have."

"But, Tara—" Richard began, and then he just shook his head and went silent with frustration.

She smiled, touching his face tenderly. They'd known each other so long. She almost smiled, thinking about how most of the people they knew couldn't understand why they hadn't married. But, of course, they could never marry. They were closer than a sister and a brother. They had grown up as outcasts who'd had to prove themselves, even to survive in the bawdy, salvaging, raw world of Key West, where nationalities mingled with the nationless pirates, and, yes, where the War of Northern Aggression went on, though most often as idle threats and fists raised to the sky. At Fort Zachary Taylor, the Union troops died far more frequently from disease than from battle, though Union ships ever tightened their grip on the blockade. Beer, wine, rum, Scottish whiskey and all manner of alcohol ran rich at the taverns. Fishermen mingled with the architects of the fine new houses, and only at night, behind the wooden walls of their houses—poor or splendid—did the system of class mean much in Key West.

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  • Posted March 7, 2012

    I felt that this story just dragged, especially in the beginning

    I felt that this story just dragged, especially in the beginning. I couldn't get into it. It was mediocre. Wouldn't recommend it.

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    Posted January 16, 2012

    GOOD

    Always have loved her books

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  • Posted October 13, 2011

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    references to historical events give an authenticity to this paranormal romance

    Bride of the Night is a paranormal romance at its heart. Heather Graham has woven historical events, people and places from the Civil War into this tale. Graham is so skilled at using just enough references to historical events that it gives an authenticity to the tale. Protagonist Finn is determined to eliminate all threats to his beloved President, Abraham Lincoln. Tara wants to protect the president as well, but Finn isn't sure if she is a threat. When dark creatures attack, they battle to save soldiers and civilians. The battle scenes were explosive. Other key characters had depth and developed personalities. The chemistry between Finn and Tara was wonderful, heated and felt genuine. I found myself rooting for them as a couple. If you have read any of Graham's works; you know she keeps the plot moving at a fast clip. She captures your attention from the first few pages and holds you there till the end .I truly enjoyed this book and recommend it to paranormal romance, mystery and historical romance readers alike. I want to thank netGalley and Harlequin publishing for providing me with an ARC, in exchange for this unbiased review.

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