Drink of Me

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In a world where emotion can be a deadly weapon, one slight, battered runaway holds the key to a dark and twisted enigma...

Drink of me, she whispers, her silver eyes trusting, pleading. What female dares speak such words to one of the Sánge? His people are scorned by every race for their fierce sensuality, their fearful rituals. And as Prime, Reule is the most ...

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Overview

In a world where emotion can be a deadly weapon, one slight, battered runaway holds the key to a dark and twisted enigma...

Drink of me, she whispers, her silver eyes trusting, pleading. What female dares speak such words to one of the Sánge? His people are scorned by every race for their fierce sensuality, their fearful rituals. And as Prime, Reule is the most telepathically gifted of them all.

But nothing has prepared him for the intensity of emotion radiating from the outlander rescued by his Pack. Terrified, tormented, but beautiful beyond measure, Mystique shatters his legendary control. As she reaches for him in the steamy heat of the healing baths, he knows this blind need can have but one end...

In blood, in knowledge, in ecstasy.

Praise for the Novels of Jacquelyn Frank

"A lush narrative sure to please readers who have longed for new gothic and darkly romantic tales." — Booklist on Gideon

"Frank's NIGHTWALKER?series depicts an engrossing alternate world, drawn in prose that is lush and lyrical." —Linda Howard

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Romance fans will need a taste for the dramatic to enjoy the latest stand-alone paranormal from bestseller Frank (Stealing Kathryn). Reule is the Prime of the Sánge, a fanged and clawed tribe of telepathic warriors. While recovering a packmate who was kidnapped and tortured by enemy Jakals, he senses a woman nearby. Carrying her out of hiding, he is confounded: he doesn't recognize her race, she has been beaten and battered, and she has amnesia. He offers sanctuary and names her Mystique, and before long they discover she's an empathic healer with psychic powers. After the Jakals attack and kidnap another pack member, two of the Sánge are injured, and Mystique can save only one, causing a dangerous rift that threatens Reule's ambition to make Mystique his Prima. Plenty of melodramatic prose, unabashed sex, consistently intriguing characters, and strong world-building will satisfy Frank's fans. (Nov.)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781420109856
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 11/1/2010
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 354
  • Sales rank: 405,953
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.10 (d)

First Chapter

Drink of Me


By Jacquelyn Frank

ZEBRA BOOKS

Copyright © 2010 Jacquelyn Frank
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4201-0985-6


Chapter One

Sorrow.

It beat at him like a relentless drum, throbbing through his mind and vibrating into his soul until he felt it burning in his body as though it were his own. Stunned by the intensity of the intrusion, Reule actually hesitated several moments, distracting himself at the worst possible time. He felt the purity of the devastating emotion shuddering through him. Too pure, and too disturbing, Reule realized very quickly as he flung up well-practiced and powerful mental barricades, blotting out most of the wild despair that had strained his concentration.

Careless of him to let something like that intrude on such a crucial moment. Lines of disconcertment etched themselves into his forehead and around his mouth. The source of that unsettling intrusion was a mystery. It tempted him. But that, he realized, might very well be the point. It could be intentional bait.

Reule dismissed the idea straightaway, confident he could tell the difference between deception and honesty. Though he'd never felt such overwhelming sadness in his life, it had been brutally honest. Pushing it all away to focus back on his goal of the moment, he lifted his head and sought the scents of the others, marking their positions in silence as they kept their mental communication minimalized. Their prey would sense their approach if they picked up on the power of their pursuers' thoughts flying back and forth along the telepathic channels between them.

Reule marked the identifications and locations of the other males of the Pack. Rye, to the north along the stone wall in the underbrush. Darcio, to his rear by several yards, low against the trunk of a thick and ancient oak. Delano, of course, on point ahead of them and moving slowly along the perimeter of the hostile territory they sought to enter. Reule focused next on the house hidden deep in the darkness, concentrating until his vision altered to pierce the veil of the brick walls, picking up the greenish white blobs of movement that indicated life in one form or another. It was easy to differentiate their target; seated centrally and surrounded by others like bees buzzing over their precious queen. All of this activity took place on the second floor.

Reule turned his attention to Delano, watching the sleek speed the male used to breach the property line. In concert, the rest of the Pack moved forward, their senses sharply attuned to the rhythm it would take to succeed at their task. He could have closed his eyes and still known that Rye leapt the stone wall with ease and that Darcio kept every step timed to match perfectly with Reule's as he advanced.

Each member of the Pack neared the structure with caution. Reule crouched low on the balls of his feet, sharply alert, and he became as still and invisible as a shadow. His stillness was timed perfectly. His target came through the near door, so close he nearly tripped over Reule. When the unfortunate crossed in front of him, Reule struck with the speed of a cobra. His fangs exploded into full, glorious length as he attacked, but he wouldn't taste of this repugnant creature. He could control the impulse, sparing himself the disgust of such an experience.

Instead, it was his extending claws that struck. Reule grabbed his victim over his mouth, jerking his head back and puncturing his shoulder with needle-sharp nails right through his shirt, the cotton fabric offering no protection. Reule's muscles flexed as his prey struggled and fought, but they both knew it was a futile effort. Once the paralytic tipping his nails broke the skin, it was only a matter of time. Still, Reule held him to keep him quiet until the drug took effect, using his mental power to stifle his victim so he could raise no alarms. When the male finally became deadweight in his hold, he released him. The body of his enemy dropped to the ground like a sack of rocks, thudding sickly as bone impacted earth. Reule kicked him away in contempt. The toxin wouldn't kill him, but if Reule didn't like what he found when he entered the house, he'd be back to finish the job.

Reule straightened and eased toward the door. He was vigilant for other stragglers as he sought telltale heat and motion. They were all upstairs in that central room, and now Reule understood why. He heard shouts of laughter and cajoling, cheering and jeering, and he suddenly realized why there were insufficient guards staged to protect the place. He snarled low in loathing and the sound was echoed by his Shadow, Darcio. The others didn't respond, but they felt Reule's rage and he felt their kindred emotion.

And that opened him up to the sorrow once more.

It slammed into him, stronger than before; a devastating sadness that stole his breath away and nearly stopped his heart. Chills rushed up under his flesh until it crawled with agonizing emotional response. Never in all his many years had he felt anything like it. He'd shared thoughts and emotions with his Pack for all of his existence, and never had they, his family, been able to project such powerful emotion into him. If he couldn't feel such things from his family, who could force it upon him? More, what caused such agony? He was the most powerful, the most sensitive when it came to sensing these things, but surely one of his caste had felt deep, abiding pain before! What made this so incredibly intense to him? How did it invade him so easily in spite of his skill and power to resist such things?

Reule tried to shake off the sensations even as he fell back unsteadily against a near wall. Darcio leapt forward, instantly at his side when he sensed his distress. Reule quickly fended off his friend's concern, recovering and pushing the alien anguish hard away from himself so he could project confidence and strength to the Pack. They were being distracted in dangerous territory, and he'd be responsible if any of them was injured because of it. Reule silently realigned their attention with a powerful emanation and he felt them swiftly draw back into formation. Only Darcio, who had seen him falter physically, hesitated. Reule ignored his concern and reached for the door.

As they entered from three different portals, Reule felt Rye and Delano both engage hostiles, taking them out and discarding them so they could move rapidly to the stairs leading to the next floor. Reule scanned the first floor to be sure they wouldn't leave anyone at their backs and with a silent command sent Darcio after a stray. Then he and the rest of the Pack moved upward.

As soon as they reached the second floor, Reule felt a ripple of awareness go through half of the crowd in the central room. Now they were close enough that emotions, projected or not, gave their presence away. Reule moved like lightning, as did the others, knowing that surprise was key.

Before the Jakals became fully aware of the danger approaching, half of them staggered back from paralyzing puncture wounds and debilitating hand-to-hand combat. Reule moved so fast that he went through three victims before he met with his first resistance. With about a half dozen Jakals on the floor, or slipping numbly toward it, the Pack faced the remaining enemy, which was now fully on guard. It wouldn't be so easy to incapacitate them. Six Jakals were standing alert and in perfect fighting form. Reule only took a moment to survey the room with quick, accurate eyes, and what he saw seared his brain with wrath.

Besides the Jakals, in the center of the room was a chair, bolted to the floor and made of gleaming steel that had to feel as cold as it looked. The sight of it chilled Reule's spine. However, it was nothing compared to what he felt when he saw the figure slumped forward in it as far as his bound wrists and feet would allow; the former manacled to the flat metal arms and the latter to the legs. Blood drained in a steady stream from his mouth and nose, both of which had been battered to a pulpy mess. Steel spikes had been driven through his forearms and calves, as if the manacles wouldn't be enough to hold him. The Jakals were right. Manacles alone would never have held their prisoner. Although now, with the pool of blood growing in an ever-widening circle beneath that sterile metal chair, the prisoner within was not even strong enough to lift his head, never mind escape. The Jakals had been taking their pleasure torturing him, and they'd made a spectator sport of it.

This time the snarl that vibrated out of Reule was violent enough to reverberate against the walls of the room. His eyes turned from their normal hazel to a reflective green as he lowered into a crouch and bared his fangs. His Pack, including Darcio, who had caught up to them, imitated both the sound and the predatory motion in perfect synchronicity. Reule almost smiled when he heard a fifth growl join weakly with them from the chair in the center of the room.

Jakals on the defensive, however, were no easy targets. The Jakals' slender forms were made for speed, their skin smooth to the point of slickness. They were impossible to grapple with. The wily creatures could twist and strike before you even saw them. Discordant hisses and taunting laughter radiated from their midst as venom dripped from their fangs. They were prepared to strike or spit the acidic compound at their attackers, and unlike Reule's people's paralytic, Jakal poison was fatal if the skin was punctured; and a more brutal death had yet to be invented.

Reule wasn't overly concerned about that. What concerned him was that the Jakals were between his Packmates and the prisoner in the chair. If he hadn't already been poisoned, the enemy might take the opportunity to do so before they could be stopped. Since there was no known cure, this was Reule's primary worry. He could tell by the look in the eyes of the Jakal facing him that his enemy was well aware of it.

As a rule, Jakals were the most powerful empaths of all the known species of the wilderness; only Reule's breed was strong enough to block them. However, as a man of significant ability, he had learned that with strong powers of the mind came strong sensitivities. That had been proven just that evening as he himself had been bombarded by a stranger's overwhelming grief and been caught unawares by it. Surely these empaths before him had heard those cries of anguish too? He knew it was no Jakal feeling those emotions, for though they could sense every feeling any creature was capable of, they didn't have the ability to generate such deep feeling themselves. They certainly didn't understand its true value. It was a terrible irony, and it was what made them such vicious little monsters; monsters who found glee in glutting themselves on the intense emotions of others. Like the emotions generated by torture, rape, or any number of things Reule refused to imagine lest he give way to a rage that would blot his focus and potentially feed his avaricious enemies.

This information did allow Reule an advantage. He was the most powerful sensor of his kind, one without measure in the history of his people. He was willing to bet these lowly gypsy Jakals had never seen his type before and would never be expecting him. That would be his advantage, and that would save the Packmate who had fallen prey to these depraved beasts.

And to think, others considered his people the lowest of breeds.

Reule sent an emanation to his Packmates, steadying them and preparing them silently, including a reassurance to the barely conscious one in the center of the room. Then he slowly unfolded the layers of protection over his mind so he could release his concealed power.

This time he was better prepared for the anguish that struck him, but still it was bordering on all-consuming. It was just the kind of emotional inundation that a Jakal would take gluttonous pleasure in. He could easily amplify the already overwhelming feeling and overload his enemies with the rawness of it, but Reule dismissed the idea instantly. There was something far too personal and innocent about the stark grief. To feed it to the Jakals somehow felt as though it would be a betrayal. Reule didn't understand his reluctance, but he didn't have time to do any soul-searching.

With a mere glance he commanded Rye, who nodded and slid closer to one of the paralyzed Jakals. The enemy lay helpless but conscious, staring up as the hunter contemplated him with a wicked little smile that bared a fine set of fangs. Loosing an intimidating vocalization, Rye reached over to the sheath attached to his biceps on the right and withdrew the blade slowly. The blue metal gleam of the rubkar's blade caught the overhead lighting and made it look even more menacing as Rye lowered himself into a crouch next to the helpless male.

There. That moment. That fear and terror in one of their own, that was what Reule caught hold of, magnified, and netted the sensitive enemy with. His fingers curled into fists, his chin dipped down as he focused ferociously on manipulating all of them at once. He couldn't allow a single one the chance to further harm his kinsman.

The effect was more than he would have expected or even hoped for. The Jakals standing in the center of the room suddenly recoiled in horror and began to scream. They clapped bony fingers over their skulls as males and females alike wailed to a pitch high enough to shatter glass. Reule ignored it, pushing and pushing, refusing to let go lest they try to push back and incapacitate him with their sheer force of numbers. As he drilled into them their compatriot's horror of impending death and his helplessness to do anything about it, he felt as though he were stronger than he had ever been before. He was an awesome force to contend with under any circumstances, and there was no mistaking the surge of vitalizing strength sliding into him now.

Reule kept the conduit open, from victim Jakal, to amplification within himself, and back to the small crowd of compatriot Jakals in the center of the room, pouring it out as Rye's knife lowered to a mark. His Packmate closed both his hands around the haft of the blade in a ritualistic manner. Reule prepared for the death strike, knowing that he could put these bastards in a comatose state for the rest of their lives, even though there was a good deal of jeopardy to him as well if he channeled the imminent death throes. But he felt supremely confident that he would remain only the messenger, untouched by what was about to happen.

Rye looked straight into the eyes of the Jakal whose throat lay under the tip of his razor-sharp, dual-edged blade. With the scent of battle and impending bloodletting on him, Rye's eyes were nearly glowing with green-yellow anticipation and his fangs pushed out both his upper and lower lips so they could be seen even without his purposeful sneer.

"Abak tu mefritt," he hissed.

Death to my enemy. Rye spat the battle cry just before plunging deep and with so much rage-filled power that the blade went clean through and was embedded in the wood of the floor. He left it like that and leapt to his feet before the Jakal's blood could touch him. He spat on his victim in obvious contempt.

Reule felt every moment of both the death and the victory, but it was the last minutes of suffering that he passed on. He broke out in a drenching sweat, every last muscle in his taut, powerful body shuddering as he closed himself off from being dragged into the dark of oblivion along with the dying Jakal. Instead he forced himself to magnify the last pulses, the last breaths, and the last horrified thoughts of the Jakals' kin as he drilled it all into the entire group of them. The effect was so potent that Reule was aware of even his mentally guarded Packmates staggering back from his onslaught. But he couldn't gear back the intensity of it. They would be all right, he reassured himself, so long as they weren't his direct targets.

His direct targets, however, were not so fortunate. Reule strove for total incapacitation, but he got much more. All six Jakals tumbled to the floor, some landing on their knees, others flat on their backs or faces. They all began to seize violently, clawing at their throats as though a wicked blue blade had pinned them to the floor. Some coughed up blood, others gasped out strangled breaths.

(Continues...)



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  • Posted September 15, 2010

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    This is an enjoyable stand alone romantic fantasy

    The Prime Ruele and his pack arrive at a house filled with their enemy the jackals who hold one of the pack members Chayne nailed through his extremities. They know that jackals feed on emotional anguish and proceed carefully because one bite will kill them. Ruele senses someone else nearby filled with pain and sorrow. As his team kills the jackals and frees a severely hurt Chayne, Ruele finds a woman huddled on the top floor. He goes to her only to be stunned when she tells him "sange, banter mo" before going unconscious. They take her to their city Jeth. The female is battered all over her small body and when she awakens she does not know her name, how she got to the building, or how she got hurt. She calls him her mate and says he is hung well. Ruele informs her no one wants a Sange as a mate except their own kind as other species believe his is perverted due to their orgasmic bites.

    Ruele calls her Mystique which she likes. Mystique seduces Ruele telepathically as he thinks of what she first said "sange, banter mo"; drink of me a sange mate affectionate phrase and sensual action. For the first time he is losing control of his mind and the rest of the pack feels it as his energy is the strongest. She begins to display telepathic and healing powers, but remains a mystery and much of the Prime remain suspicious of her and her past will soon catch up to her.

    This is an enjoyable stand alone romantic fantasy that is not part of the Nightwalker-Shadowdweller saga. The Frank world is solidly established and the lead couple is an interesting pairing as both have extraordinary paranormal powers while the support cast especially his pack is strong. Although the villain is weak, readers will appreciate Jacquelyn Frank's entertaining tale.

    Harriet Klausner

    15 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 22, 2010

    Five KISSES!

    When his Sange pack, a fanged and clawed tribe of telepathic warriors, raids a Jackal compound, Reule - the Prime - senses a great sorrow in the house. Following the trail, he finds a woman, sadly neglected and hidden away in the attic. When she touches him, he senses she is more than just any woman. She could possibly be his mate. Removing her from the home, he sees that she is cleaned up and taken care of. Then he will have to decide what to do with her. Mystique is the name she chooses for herself, but she has no memory of why she was in a Jackal compound or who she was before she came to be there. She does know she can trust Reule with her life and heart, but what happens when her past catches up to them before she can remember what it is?

    Jacquelyn Frank launches a new world in Drink of Me, one in which danger lurks behind every corner and emotions can get you killed. Reule is a Sange, a feared creature thought of as a monster by most people. He is actually a sweet, yet very strong alpha man raised to lead. He is a brilliant but sensitive man who leads with wisdom and strength. Mystique has survived horrible things at the hands of the Jackals, but she is still strong and trusting after all she has been through. When she first meets Reule, he wonders why she isn't afraid of him. He's even more confounded when she utters the words, "Drink of me." This is a statement Sange make to their spouses. Mystique is surprisingly willing to accept Reule as her mate. Her trust and understanding enable these two to learn not only how to start over but how to love.

    I loved this new and interesting world and how the Sange are big, tough Alphas, but when they love, they are tender and sweet. I hope there will be more books set in this world, perhaps even a full series. I think readers will really enjoy the Sange and those they love.

    7 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 5, 2010

    The Queen of Passion Does it Again

    With every series that Ms. Frank has offered to her legions of fans, she seems to have gotten better and better with each one (if that's at all possible). I, for one, have always been a fan of the stories that make up the series' The Nightwalkers; The Shadowdwellers; and, The Gatherers. Each and every character has been unforgettable and the passion that they inspire truly makes for great stories! Reule is the Prime (the leader) of a Pack of beings who drink blood. Now.wait a minute.they are NOT vampires. Reule's "family" is called the Sange, and they actually NEED to drink the blood of their mates. Kind of an odd way to "bond," but, alas, that's the way it is for the Sange. (Anything in the name of love, I suppose) Now the Sange tribe has very special powers - they are telepathic. When a pack member is in trouble, Reule and the rest of his Pack mount a search and rescue mission and, while saving their cohort, the pack stumbles across a woman by the name of Mystique. She is actually hiding out from the enemies of the Sangre tribe known as the Jackals. Unfortunately for Mystique, she is suffering from amnesia and Reule feels strangely protective of the beautiful woman who has no idea what's going on around her. He's completely honorable, as always, and brings her back to his home in order to make ensure her safety. What Reule doesn't know is that Mystique has a very special gift of her own; she's a healer, and quickly becomes invaluable to the Sangre tribe. Reule finds himself, for the first time ever, completely thrown by a female. Usually so completely dominant and self-assured, Mystique has the ability to make him feel confused, aroused.beside himself in all ways. The only thing he seems to know for sure is that he never wants Mystique to be away from him. There is so much to tell you about this book, plot-wise, but I want to give absolutely nothing away. Because, as always when it comes to Ms. Frank, this is one that you will want to have on your home bookshelf. I know, I know.everyone who reads my reviews knows that I'm not usually pleased with anything that drinks blood. The constant flow of novels regarding vampires and blood drinkers that have saturated the marketplace since old Edward arrived on the scene, has left me with a headache the size of Greenland. But you must understand this, dear readers, Ms. Frank has been thrilling audiences with her passion, mysticism, sensuality - everything - since before Jacob was a pup, or Edward was even a blip in Meyer's eye. J This woman absolutely knows her stuff!! Enjoy! Until Next Time, Amy

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2012

    Wonderfully written

    This book is a page turner, keeping you captivate at every point i would love to see more of this series.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 11, 2011

    I LOVE this book!

    This is a fabulous story. I was hooked from the first chapter and wanted the story to continue. I would love to see more of this world.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2011

    shameless 07

    I love Jacquelyn Frank's book. I hope she does a book for each of the prime and prima pack guys and girls!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 25, 2011

    Loved it

    I hope she ends up writing stories for each of the members of the pack.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 10, 2011

    Great!!

    First read of this author and am going for #2! This story has a little bit of everything and i recommend it.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 4, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Must rread

    It was very well written and one u wont want too putt down........hope it is going to be a series

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 10, 2011

    READ IT!

    A BOOK I COULD NOT PUT DOWN, A KEEPER TO READ AGAIN IN YEARS TO COME!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 5, 2011

    great book!

    Loved it! Nicely written! Jacquelyn is a new author for me. I'll be adding her books to my bookself ;)

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 19, 2011

    A good fiction book

    I just finished reading this book and I actually liked it, It's a very sensual and passional romantic story.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 17, 2011

    I Also Recommend:

    A must read for the imagination...

    Author does a great job of creating a world that you can imagine in detail from the individual characters to their unusual society. Great interaction between the lead characters and enough development of supporting roles to leave you wanting more. I,too, hope Frank will seriously consider creating a complete series building on 'Drink of Me'. This is my first book by Frank, but will not be my last.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 18, 2011

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    Great Read!

    I finished this book in only a couple of days....the story kept me interested and I love all of Jacquelyn Frank's books. I hope that she makes this one a series! I would love to read the stories of some of the other characters.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2013

    Great read

    Unique story, very enjoyable!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2013

    Hi

    My favorite Frank book. Why isnt this a series?

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 2, 2013

    Best book ever!!!

    I have read this book at least 3x. If you loke alpha males, strong but feminine females and paranormal please read. Loved it

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2012

    Love, love, loooved it!

    If I could give this book 6 stars, I would! Fabuleous imagination, great writing skills! I was on the edge of my seat through the whole read. Come on! Surely this could be a series! Definitely reading this again at a later date!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 20, 2012

    Good read

    Nice writing

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2014

    Enjoyed it. Different.

    I didn't know what to expect. I'm not really a "blood drinker/vampire" fan but I did enjoy this story. It had mysteries that kept you on your toes.

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