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Her Vampire Husband

Her Vampire Husband

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by Michele Hauf

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She may resist his bite, but she can't resist his charms...

Werewolf princess Blu Masterson won't allow her seductive vampire husband to consummate their marriage with his bite, marking her forever. Alone in a secluded estate with her sworn enemy, Blu curses the marriage arranged to bring their rival nations together, especially since Creed


She may resist his bite, but she can't resist his charms...

Werewolf princess Blu Masterson won't allow her seductive vampire husband to consummate their marriage with his bite, marking her forever. Alone in a secluded estate with her sworn enemy, Blu curses the marriage arranged to bring their rival nations together, especially since Creed Saint-Pierre calls out to her most feral desires.

When Blu uncovers her pack's secret plot to destroy the vampire nation--and Creed--she is forced to confront her growing feelings for her sexy undead husband. Will she choose the only life she's ever known or accept his vampire bite?

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"I would rather be home dyeing my hair."

Blu Masterson peeked between the heavy red curtains that stretched two stories high. She searched for her groom, but no particular man stood out amongst the huge crowd on the first-floor atrium of the Landmark Center. The room was ninety-percent male. The few females were vampires.

She saw that the room's inhabitants had divided, as if magnetic filings to opposite poles—vampires to the right, werewolves to the left.

The dais toward the back of the ballroom had been decorated with a ridiculous white pergola tucked with red roses, and a string quartet played an adagio entirely too upbeat for her heavy heart at this, her wedding.

"But your hair is such a pretty color tonight." Blu's best friend, Sabrina Kriss, smooshed her friend's thick bob with both hands and delivered her a glitter-frosted wink. "You're just nervous."

"Nervous? Is that what you call it? I'm marrying a freaking vampire, Bree. A vampire I've never met. A vampire I've been told is nine hundred years old. And in case you still missed the point—he's a vampire."

Bree rolled her violet eyes. She was sidhe, so did not relate to Blu's ingrained disgust for vampires.

Faeries got along with pretty much all the various paranormal nations. Werewolves did not.

As far as Blu was concerned, vampires were vile, blood-hungry creatures. They flaunted aristocratic snobbery that manifested as entitlement, and were possessed of an inhumane fixation on mortal man. They needed mortals for survival, while the species wasn't worth her time.

Bree asked gaily, "What do you think Ryan—"

"Don't say his name. Please, Bree. It'll only make the night more difficult to get through."

Blu bowed her head and wandered to the window. Tugging aside the curtain, she looked over the dark street outside.

She'd agreed to this idiotic farce of an arranged marriage to appease her father and pack leader, Amandus Masterson. "To show the werewolf nation we are capable of putting aside our differences and embracing the vampire nation," Amandus had proclaimed, but not without a wink.

Yeah, but he wasn't the one being forced to marry a vampire.

And it was force.

When presented with the marriage proposal, Blu had staunchly refused. For weeks. She was a princess; no one told her what to do. That argument held little weight within her father's pack. Blu hated all the Northern pack members. The only one she could tolerate was Ridge, her father's right-hand man.

And Ryan.

Don't think of him.

After the engagement had been inflicted, Blu had pleaded and pouted and even went on a hunger strike for two days, but she did love to eat, and self-denial was not her strong suit.

How she wished her mother was still around. Someone to stand on her side. Someone Blu could tuck her head against and sniffle out a few tears to. At the very least, someone who would nod encouragingly as Blu walked down the aisle tonight.

The door opened and a man poked his head inside the room. Blu stiffened and clasped her fingers together.

"There you are." Amandus Masterson crossed the room to her. The standard proud-father smile was absent from his long, drawn face. Blu would have been surprised had he shown her any sign of pride. He inspected her hair. "What is that ghastly color?"

She looked down, eyeing Bree surreptitiously. The faery had retreated to the wall, arms across her chest and eyes seeking anything but Amandus.

"I should have expected nothing better," he said grumpily. "Why must you always challenge me, daughter?"

"Challenge? I haven't said a word since you stepped in."

Blu had tried every trick in the book to convince Amandus she wasn't marriage material, until her father had threatened to have Ryan removed from her life. She should have protested more. But she never could find her strength in Amandus's presence.

And she knew what removed meant. Blu didn't want her lover harmed because she was too stubborn to play along with Daddy's game.

No doubt about it, this fiasco was a game.

She had her orders. And now the dread night had arrived.

"Here." He dropped a heavy ring onto her palm. "The jeweler delivered it moments ago. Don't lose it. And don't give me your disdain. Tonight you will not act as your mother so frequently did. You will do as you've been told."

Startled, Blu shook her head minutely. So rarely did he mention her mother. She wanted to grab him by the shoulders, shake him and ask him for more information. Her mother never did as she was told? Had she irritated Amandus, as well? Why had she left?

Persia Masterson had disappeared when Blu was eleven. No trace left behind, no trail to follow, completely vanished. And with the father/daughter relationship as impersonal as it was, Blu would never have the chance to learn the answers to her aching questions.

"The wedding march begins in five minutes," Amandus stated. "You've your instructions, Blu. Don't let me down."

"Yes, Father."

Jiggling the ring in her cupped palm, she waited until Amandus exited and closed the door before she exhaled and caught her shoulders against the wall behind her. Her heart raced and she winced to realize how quickly her anxiety had shot through the roof.

"Remember," Bree offered as she approached. "It may seem the most awful thing to marry a vampire, but with your vows tonight, you will be leaving your father's house."

"Thanks, Bree. I knew you'd be the one to point out the good in this disaster. Tuck this somewhere for me, will you?"

The faery took the ring and sought Blu's bouquet among the tissue paper crumpled in the florist's box.

Clasping a palm about her neck, Blu couldn't decide which was worse—marriage to a vampire or remaining at the pack compound. Neither offered the freedom she desired.

So she would seek a third option, when the time was right.

With a brush of her fingers, she confirmed the three-inch-wide choker was still in place at her neck. Though the gemstones resembled diamonds, they were cheap cubic zirconia. Blu had bought it as a treat for succumbing to her father's demands—and for protection. She didn't want any vampires getting ideas at the sight of her neck. It was a futile defense, but it did provide reassurance.

Tonight she needed all the support she could muster.

She wasn't afraid of vampires. Not that she'd been around many, or had held a conversation with one.

And she wasn't afraid of a creature because he or she was different. She'd accepted Bree; the faery was her best friend. Years ago she'd had a few witch friends. And her father had once dated a chaos demon; she'd liked her.

Moving in and playing wifey to a vampire? Bring it on. Just because she would sign the marriage contract did not mean she had to like him or go to bed with him.

She would go through the motions. Until her father determined those motions proved successful. But would compliance then see her back at the compound? That was not her ultimate goal.

"It's time," Bree said.

The faery hugged her from behind, snuggling her cheek on Blu's bare shoulder. Her violet-and-blue wings tickled along Blu's arm, warm with tenderness.

"You look gorgeous, honey. There's not a wolf in the house who won't shed tears over losing you."

"You think?"

Female werewolves were rare. Which was why this whole arranged-marriage thing was expected to mean so much and be the catalyst to bringing the two nations together. If the wolves could sacrifice one of their females to marry a vampire, then they could surely stand back and allow peace to reign.

Peace was a long time coming, she had to admit. For decades, probably centuries, the two nations had been at odds. The vampires were the cruelest; they'd hunted and slaughtered her breed without mercy.

And what were the vampires sacrificing? Nothing, as far as Blu was concerned.

Sure, this man she was to marry was some revered vampire lord who belonged to Nava, one of the oldest tribes around. He was called an elder, and there were supposedly but a handful of his ilk walking the earth. That meant little. Only that he was old. Old, old, old.

"Chin up," Bree whispered.

"It is." Blu lifted her chin and turned to her friend. "How do I look? I may attract all the male wolves but do you think I can bring a longtooth to his knees?"

"You're going to have to quit using that word. I don't think it'll go over so well with the new hubby."

"Whatever. Longtooth, bloodsucker, flesh-pricker." It felt good to rattle off the epithets one last time. "So do I pass muster?"

Bree shimmied her gaze over the tight black sheath Blu wore.

Her bridal shroud, Blu had named it. She'd had it specially designed. It plunged low in the front, clinging and only covering half her high, full breasts. The black silk was slit high on both thighs, clasped at her hips with tiny rhinestone chains. The back…well, there was no back. It plunged to her derriere, and revealed the intricate tattoo her lover—former lover, she amended—had etched into her flesh along her spine.

Ryan had claimed her as his own after her father had grudgingly agreed to consider their engagement. As the pack's scion, Ryan was the next in line as principal should Blu's father die. But Amandus thought himself immortal. No whelp was going to wrench away his command.

That had been a year ago. Amandus had reneged on their engagement when presented with a grander, more delicious proposal.

Her lover had been shattered, but that hadn't kept them apart. They had been together 24/7 until two days ago when Amandus had sent Ridge to retrieve Blu from Ryan's home.

"Do you think Ryan will ever have me again?" she asked Bree.

"Of course he will."

"But I'll be tainted. I'll smell like nasty longtooth."

"I thought you weren't going to let the vampire touch you?"

Blu lowered her lashes and looked aside. Her reflection in the night-dark window pouted.

The marriage contract the Council had drawn up stipulated that the alliance was not considered consummated until she had accepted the vampire's bite. It was supposed to be the ultimate bonding in the vampire nation.

If a werewolf wore a vampire's bite, the stigma would be unbearable. Not to mention the wolf would develop a blood hunger it had never known before.

Blu smirked. "Hell, no. It's all for show, Bree. Don't forget that."

"You won't let me. Hey, will you let me bless you?"

"I'd love it."

Blu closed her eyes as her friend drew her fingers lightly down her cheeks and traced over her shoulders and to her hips. Calm and a tingle of joy infused Blu's pulse. In the wake of Bree's motions, a fine sheen of faery dust glittered onto Blu's flesh.

"Blessed be," Bree said, and kissed Blu on the cheek. "May the stars guide your nights and the sun your days."

"Thanks." For a moment she almost dropped a tear. But it passed quickly. "Now, where's that bouquet? If I'm going to do the bride thing, I intend to be the best damn bride out there."

She grabbed the posy of black roses tied with a long red velvet ribbon. She sniffed, but the flowers offered no perfume. Pity. She had wished for a distraction from the vampire's scent, which she dreaded taking into her senses.

"You find out which one she is? Shouldn't be too difficult to spot a female werewolf in this crowd," Alexandre said.

"I think they've got her secreted away until the ceremony starts."

Creed Saint-Pierre tugged at his shirtsleeves and traced one diamond cuff link with a finger. He looked over the crowd from his position on the dais. His best friend and best man, Alexandre Renard, stood at his side.

A female wolf should stand out amongst the female vampires, who all, he'd noticed, had decided black was the color for the event. Interesting how the two nations had divided, keeping to their respective halves of the ballroom as if the aisle of red carpeting were the proverbial line drawn in the sand.

While he had led the Nava tribe since the late eighteenth century, and had endured pomp and ceremony of all sorts, Creed did not care for fussy events. Strategy and the hunt were his mien. And when not serving his tribe members, he was a private man, and chose his pleasures carefully.

The very fact he stood upon this dais now represented a three-sixty-degree shift in his thinking. Whether or not he was actually being true to his nature remained to be seen.

That half the crowd milling here in the Landmark Center were werewolves put up his guard. They smelled wild and earthy, and were easily roused with the most innocent of glances. Creed was impressed a fight had not broken out yet. But then, only the trusted few had been invited to the ceremony.

The Landmark Center had been marked a neutral zone for the evening, but he didn't trust the dogs not to start something. It was so like them. Though he should be more relaxed knowing half the security force were vampires.

Because so many wolves were present, the room was overwhelmingly male. With lots of testosterone floating about, anything could happen. Which was why it was necessary for posted sentries outside and along the inner hallways hugging the ballroom.

Creed never let down his defenses.

"All the dogs in the room," Alexandre said over his shoulder, as he scanned the crowd, "gives me that aching hunger feeling, you know?"

His second in command never turned his back on a werewolf, for painful reasons. It had been less than a year since Creed had rescued Alexandre from the blood sport.

"I feel like Henri of Navarre on the night of his wedding to the de Médicis bitch," Creed commented uneasily. He'd been in Paris in the sixteenth century during that event. Nasty memories.

"The Saint Bartholomew's Day massacre? So what does that make us?" Alexandre asked. "Catholics or the Huguenots?"

"Catholics, most definitely." Creed had never sided with the losing team.

"You're actually doing it." Alexandre's tone held a smirk. "Never thought you'd go through with it, old man."

Creed shoved a hand in his trouser pocket, ensuring the ring ordered specially by the Council was at hand.

"I did not believe the wolves would actually put up something so valuable as a female. But they have, and so I am no man to back from a commitment."

He prayed she was not hairy. Male wolves had hair in abundance on their head, arms, legs and chests. In all his centuries, Creed had never seen a female werewolf, but he could guess she would be hirsute, as well.

Gods, what had he gotten himself into?

For nine centuries he'd walked through this thing called life without once getting involved with any particular female for more than a few months.

Meet the Author

Michele Hauf lives in Minneapolis and has been writing since the 1990s.  A variety of genres keep her happily busy at the keyboard, including historical romance, paranormal romance, action/adventure and fantasy. Find her on Facebook at: Michele-Hauf-Author, and on Twitter @MicheleHauf, and also on Pinterest at: pinterest.com/toastfaery

Visit her website: michelehauf.com
Email Michele at:  toastfaery@gmail.com

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Pagan More than 1 year ago
The main character Blu gives new meaning to the term punk princess! A kick butt attitude, a bad girl persona, and a secret to tell all make Blu Masterson an engaging character, wrap that in the trial of being a Werewolf princess and the poor girl deserves to find her prince charming . In this tale of an arranged marriage to promote peace between the warring Vampire tribes and Werewolf packs you have Blu (a Werewolf) and Creed (a Vampire). They meet for the first time at their own wedding and much intrigue and plotting later they actually, to their own surprise, fall in love. This plot will pull you in and make you read until the end. Some parts were a little slow going, but the wait was well worth it. Magic, feuds, love, politics, and the things that go bump in the night. all mix to create an interesting new world for readers of the paranormal romance genre. The only problem I had with the book was the lack of background information on some points. For example, at one point the Devil shows up to thwart the efforts of the characters as they try to save the day. The author (due to either a lack of attention on my part somewhere along the way, or a genuine over site on the authors part) didn't actually explain why the Devil had any reason to show up to the shindig. Perhaps I've missed a previous book in this series? It kind of gave me the impression that in this world the Devil was supposed to have created the supernatural beings. I promptly ignored that feeling and moved on with reading since old Scratch only made a quick and not really focused on appearance. Dont let that concept take away from your interest. All that aside, I recommend this book.
peaceloveandpat More than 1 year ago
Her Vampire Husband has a promosing start. Starts off with an arranged marriage between a Vampire and a Werewolf Princess just so they can prove to the Union that these two nations can actually get along after centuries of violence with one another. Blue Masterson, our Princess Werewolf have spunk and a smart mouth to complete the ensemble. She sported a green wig on her wedding night and the thme of her wedding is black, way to express the mood huh? Our resident Vamp is named Creed Saint-Pierre, 900++ year old vampire with magics stolen from witches. Good looking and extremely proper. Despite the obvious difference of nations, these two actually got along pretty good. They almost immediately called out a Truce and fell in love. Blu and Creed found out that the peace talks and their marriage are just a decoy for both parties while they plan the attack on each other. Upon knowing this Blu and Creed against the world happened. I had issues with Creed at the beginning, the way he talks, so proper, so old school, so 19th century. I find it hard to conjure a mental image of how he looks like. He is described as this hot 30 year old looking vampire but every time I read his dialogue I keep picturing an old man plus he keeps saying that he's old. But not to worry that did not stay as an issue. Blu on the other hand lacks finesse, her slang and modern language is just too cackling and those outfits. Togehter, they are so damn entertaining. As far as taking care of the problem, I don't like most of the decisions they did. But it all worked out for the best so my complaint stops right there. LOL Blu's father is a horrible man / animal. All the lies and situations that he put Blu on was just despicable, and that's what I like about this story, it shows that traumatizing part on our heroine, it makes her vulnerable sure but it also made sense on why she's the way she is. I also like how Hauf played the Vampire - Werewolf marriage, it was quite unconventional. The knowledge that they posses about each others race was all based on rumor until they get to live in together. And the love scene, that was intense the first time Blu spent the full moon with Creed. A bit creepy but totally appropriate for the whole plot. I am a first time Michele Hauf reader and I must say I like her style.
BonnyBonBon More than 1 year ago
I had been searching and searching for this book in all my local bookstores because I read an excerpt at the end of seducing the vampire and it sounded like a great read but hadn't been able to find it so I tried abebooks but even when i purchased it from there i had trouble so i ended up giving up. Then BAM out of nowhere i found it while randomly looking. After all that searching I was so excited but felt a little bummed once I finished it. Don't let the 3 stars fool you I did like it I like I had just hoped for abit more considering the trouble i went to to get my hot little hands on it.
KaylnuTX More than 1 year ago
Really liked Blu and how strong she was until she met her match.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I was excited for this. The first few pages made the characters seem interested and the plot promising. unfortunately the characters are never developed and the plot takes several ridiculously predictable and naive turns.I had to put the book down more than once in disappointment. I'm usually very pleased with even mediocre writing but the characters and the situations they get into are to sad to be funny and to predictable to entertain. Don't waste your money.
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PanolaJD More than 1 year ago
An arranged marriage between a werewolf and a vampire. There will be blood. She may resist his bite, but she can't resist his charms... Werewolf princess Blu Masterson won't allow her seductive vampire husband to consummate their marriage with his bite, marking her forever. Alone in a secluded estate with her sworn enemy, Blu curses the marriage arranged to bring their rival nations together, especially since Creed Saint-Pierre calls out to her most feral desires. When Blu uncovers her pack's secret plot to destroy the vampire nation—and Creed—she is forced to confront her growing feelings for her sexy undead husband. Will she choose the only life she's ever known or accept his vampire bite? In hopes of creating a peace pact between two enemy nations, a wedding is arranged for Blu, an eccentric princess werewolf who has a passion for colorful wigs, and Creed, a 900 year old French vampire who cannot say no to a challenge. Neither is fully willing to jump into a "farce" marriage, but eventually they both begin to forget their past prejudices and learn that their playful bickering has somehow developed into a friendship/trust/love that is their own. Yet, just because their feelings have changed doesn't mean their own nations will. This was my first time reading Michele Hauf and, honestly, I'm not familiar with any of her past works either. I did enjoy her development of the characters and how she gave Blu & Creed time to get over their reluctance and work on their relationship as a newly married couple before throwing in too many side tangents. I was worried starting this book (as the third of a series) that I may have been a bit behind or lost, but I was 'good to go' the whole read through, so it's a great stand alone tale. I'm now tempted to check out Creed's Michelob beer drinking vampire friend Alexandre Renard's story next - Vampire's Tango. Likes: The food references from Chili Chocolate to Count Chocula. Dislikes: Blu's ditsy attitude at the beginning and that there didn't seem to be too many decent & respectful werewolves.
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This is a great read for vampire and werewolf lovers alike. This book is sort of a twist on "Romeo and Juliet". Can a weding between two rival clans really prevent a ssupernatural war? You will just have to read this book to find out!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read this book to pass the time and i wasn't disappointed !
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michelle yepez More than 1 year ago
Loved this book i have always loved oppisaite attract stories ad the vampire/ werewolf thing and its even more fun
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Missy_Lou More than 1 year ago
I have read many paranormal books, and this one doesnt measure up to any of them. Save your money
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MsGudBod More than 1 year ago
The book was as always from Michele Hauf, excellent. But either take the leap and just buy the book or cower in the corner and wait for a freebie, because the sample was worthless. Only got 7 pages that did not give me any story to sample. But hey I fell in love with MH's style of writting from Nicholas Drake's story. Now I find myself seeking out all her borderline truths....read them and see. Mitzie B. Williams
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