Stay the Night (Darkyn Series #7)

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From the USA Today Bestselling Author of Twilight Fall

Read a novella about the Darkyn from Lynn Viehl.

Outlaw, immortal vampire, and art thief, Darkyn Lord Robin of Locksley has evaded authorities for the last 700 years. At the moment, he’s falling for undercover federal agent Christina Renshaw, who has no time for an affair. She hopes to snag an elusive art thief, but soon has no choice other than to join ...

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Overview

From the USA Today Bestselling Author of Twilight Fall

Read a novella about the Darkyn from Lynn Viehl.

Outlaw, immortal vampire, and art thief, Darkyn Lord Robin of Locksley has evaded authorities for the last 700 years. At the moment, he’s falling for undercover federal agent Christina Renshaw, who has no time for an affair. She hopes to snag an elusive art thief, but soon has no choice other than to join forces with Robin.

When the chase becomes dangerous, both will have to choose between losing each other and losing everything they value...

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780451412669
  • Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/6/2009
  • Series: Novel Of The Darkyn Series, #7
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 982,588
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Under her own name and pseudonyms, Lynn Viehl has published over twenty-five novels with ROC and NAL since her debut novel was published in January 2000. She and her family currently live in Florida.

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CHAPTER ONE

APRIL 17, 2008

“Know what the three greatest pleasures in life are, buddy?”

Will Scarlet glanced at the inebriated mortal and the sweaty, beefy hand he had dropped on his shoulder. “Sobriety, courtesy, and daily attention to one’s personal hygiene?”

“Wrong.” The drunk grinned. “Blondes, brunettes, and redheads.” He leaned over and dropped his voice to a liquor-scented whisper as he pointed past Will. “See that one down there, the one in the pink? I’ve had my eye on her all night. She’s been acting real particular and standoffish, but you know it’s an act. She didn’t come here to leave alone. She only wants a real man.”

Will didn’t have to look at the slim, stylish woman on the other side of the bar; he’d been watching her since following her and his master into this place. “Perhaps she’s waiting for someone.”

“Damn straight she is. Me.” The mortal straightened and used his belt to hitch up his trousers. “Now watch and learn something, buddy.” He staggered off toward the redhead.

Will followed his progress by watching the mirror behind the bar. During his mortal life, he, too, had pursued his pleasures—wine, women, and song—with the same dogged, oblivious determination. Had he not, he would not be sitting in this noisy, crowded nightclub, surrounded by bountiful measures of all three. He would certainly not be wishing for silence, solitude, and a cup of tea. He would be long gone and forgotten, a layer of dust in an ancient unmarked grave.

The glass of red wine he was neglecting, while of pitifully infantile vintage, was far superior to the thick, sour stuff he had drunk too much of as a youth. For all its clarity and sophistication, however, it had no spine to it. Perfumed water had more character.

Then there were the ladies, in which he generally had a considerable interest. No woman from his village would have dared display as much beauty or skin as the innumerable females milling about this place. Certainly women of this era were prettier and smelled infinitely cleaner, but like the wine, they, too, had little substance.

As for song . . .

Will turned to eye the three bards playing their electronic instruments with mechanical indifference. They cared nothing for the music they produced; that much was obvious. As for the one singing, had he screeched like that in public during Will’s time, he would have been carted off as a madman.

The Bar with a View had only two merits, as far as Will was concerned: It was within walking distance of his master’s city home, and it closed at two a.m. Within the next hour he’d see to it that Robin was suitably occupied for the evening and perhaps steal a few hours for himself.

Gilded emerald eyes looked out of memories he should have banished centuries ago. You could stop. You could stay with me, and take me to wife.

It is too late for me now, child.

Then take me with you.

Will rubbed his brow. Claris of Aubury had been dead and buried for centuries, and still not a day went by that he didn’t think of her in some fashion. He could recall perfectly every word she had ever spoken in his presence, exactly as she had said them. He could sketch the sweet grace of her countenance in his thoughts whenever he closed his eyes. Sometimes, when he felt most alone, he thought he could smell her skin, and taste again that one, sweet kiss he had stolen from her.

Take me with you.

After Clary’s mother had died of the coughing sickness, Clary’d had no one else in the world but him. He’d known that. But by the time she was old enough to marry, he’d been branded an outlaw. To save her from sharing his fate he’d left her behind, and in doing so sacrificed her and any hope of happiness. When he had become Kyn, he had gone back for her, only to discover he had lost her again, this time to her own frail mortality. The orphaned girl had died alone and friendless, her body carted away to be burned with the other victims of the plague.

Perhaps that was why she had lingered in his mind for so long. She had no one else to haunt.

“Anyone sitting here?”

A young female dressed in a dark business suit stood indicating the empty bar stool next to Will’s, but she addressed another female sitting on the other side. He didn’t care for her ignoring him, her dismal garments, or the tight way she’d pinned her honey-colored hair to the top of her head.

“Not anymore,” the other woman said. “Go ahead; he’s not coming back.”

“Thanks.” She placed a slim briefcase under the edge of the bar before taking the seat and waving a ringless hand at the bartender. When he came over, she said, “Coffee, black, please.”

As she took out a mobile phone and began reading text messages, Will watched her. Cleverly applied eye and lip color and that torturous topknot of hair couldn’t disguise how young she was. Her jewelry, a pair of simple gray pearl ear studs and a modest string of the same around her slim throat, seemed too drab.

To add to his annoyance, tonight she had sprayed herself with some expensive scent that women fancied made them seem more alluring. That vexed him more than mannish clothing; he liked the natural smell of a woman’s skin.

She reached for the coffee the bartender brought her, causing her sleeve to slide back and reveal a small oval shadow on the inside of her right wrist. No profile had yet been etched in the center of her black cameo tattoo, nor would there be until she pledged her loyalty to the immortal Darkyn lord she chose to serve. Will had been hoping for the last six months that it would be the face of his lord, Robin of Locksley.

As she sipped the vile-smelling brew, she tapped something on the diminutive, slide-out keyboard of her phone—but she still didn’t address or look at him.

Amused, Will leaned closer and spoke in an exaggerated American drawl. “Are you angry with me, sweetheart?”

“I’m not your sweetheart.” She glanced up, impatient. “And why would I be angry?”

“Any number of reasons, I daresay.” He watched as the bartender walked past. “So how shall I get back into your good graces?”

“You were never out of them.” She leaned over and gave his cheek a surprisingly chaste kiss. “It’s good to see you again, Will.”

“You might have seen more of me”—he turned her face so he could return the kiss on her soft mouth—“had you come to my bed last night, as you promised.”

“Work takes priority.” Something flickered in her eyes, chased away by her smile. “You know how it is.”

Officially Reese Carmichael was employed by Archer Enterprises as an advertising executive who promoted the various products and goods produced by the Atlanta jardin. Unofficially she served Robin of Locksley as one of his many human servants. Reese knew exactly what he and Will were, because she had been born into a family of tresori,mortals who had served and protected the Kyn for more than five hundred years. They had also trained her to do the same.

They had been casual lovers for the last year. All their busy lives permitted was a stolen night together once or twice each month, and most of the time Will was glad of it. Like him, Reese was strong and energetic, in the very prime of her life. Unlike him she would grow older by the year until her time to pass came.

“I do. All the same, I missed you.” He picked up her warm hand and kissed the back of it before holding it between his cool palms. “So, what have you been doing that keeps you so damnably busy?”

“There’s a regional sales conference going on this week for sporting equipment manufacturers and distributors.” She made a face. “I had one of the last presentations of the day, and as usual the program schedule ran insanely late.”

As she told him of her work, Will watched her face. Reese did not use the wretched beige-colored paint so many females did that made the face into an anonymous mask; for this he was grateful. She possessed exquisite skin, smooth and golden as warm cream, that took on a slight glow no matter what light played over it. Tonight he noticed it more than he had in the past, perhaps because he wanted so badly to taste every inch of it.

She glanced around him. “Where’s his lordship?”

“Off in the shadows.” He nodded toward Rob, who was sitting on the other side of the room and trying to intrigue the young red-haired female he had lured to him. “He’s rather occupied this evening.” He felt her touch his sleeve. “Do you like my new shirt?”

“I’ve always loved that color.” She smiled. “Not many men would be brave enough to wear as much red as you do.”

“What’s wrong with red?” Indignant now, he regarded his shirt and trousers. “’Tis a cheerful color. Father Christmas wears it.”

“So do prostitutes.” She chuckled and tapped his side with her elbow. “I’m just giving you a hard time. I like it; it makes a statement.”

“So does your undertaker’s suit.”

“This, I will have you know, is the latest in unisex professional wear.” She made a contemptuous sound. “Someday, when I actually own my soul again and don’t have to worry about how I’m perceived by the old boys of advertising, I’m going to burn everything in my closet. Until then, it’s nothing but dressing like I don’t possess breasts.”

“I’d burn now and worry later.” In the bar mirror Will saw Robin speaking to the redhead. “I think I’m about to be relieved of my duties for the evening.”

“Good. I need to talk to you somewhere quieter.” She emptied her cup of coffee before she slid to her feet. “Come on.”

Will didn’t want to leave the club, but it didn’t appear as if Robin needed him, and it was obvious that something was troubling Reese. She spoke and behaved with her usual careless charm, but tonight her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

Fortunately he knew how best to chase away her worries.

Will followed her out of the club and into the maze of corridors leading to the elevators, the front desk, and the exercise room. When he saw where she meant to go, he caught her around the waist and guided her in a different direction.

She glanced down the short, empty corridor. “I think we’d be more comfortable in the lobby.”

“Too many people.” He took the hotel key card from his pocket and unlocked the day manager’s office door. “No one will interrupt us in here.”

With coy reluctance she went inside. “I’m working on the winter catalog, and I’d like to have the new line of composite bows photographed at Rosethorn.” She retreated behind the manager’s desk, placed her briefcase on it, and opened it. “I’ve never been out to the estate, so I’ll need to spend some time there, find the most attractive setting for the shoot, that sort of thing. Can you arrange it?”

“Of course.” Will secured the latch. “I’ll take you on a tour myself.”

“That won’t be necessary. Why are you bolting the door?”

He turned and crossed the red-and-gold paisley carpet. “Guess.”

She again feigned impatience. “I don’t have time for this, Will.”

“Do you not?” He backed her into the filing cabinet, catching her wrist and bringing her hand against him. She’d never made him this hard this fast, and he could see that it startled her as much as it did him. “What have you time for, then?”

“I need to go to Rosethorn.” She shuddered as he kissed her neck. “Tomorrow night would be best.”

“But we’re here now.” The pungent scent on her skin made him draw back and frown. “Christ Almighty, Reese. Did you spill a bottle of that perfume on yourself? ’Tis all over you.”

“I was on the phone when I put it on. I probably went a little overboard.” She glanced down as he began opening her jacket. “Will, don’t.”

If he didn’t get inside her soon, Will thought he’d go mad. “As you wish, my lady.” He dragged her down to the carpet, shoving her skirt up over her hips.

She tried to sit up as he bent down, and their mouths fused together. By the time he broke the kiss he had worked himself free of his trousers and was pressing into her softness.

“Bloody hell.” He gritted his teeth as her body resisted him. “Relax, sweetheart. It’s just me. Let me in. Let me love you.”

Reese began to say something, and then she closed her eyes, her body arching up as he went deeper.

“That’s my girl.” Will eased into her, forcing himself to go gently rather than hammer into her. “Can you let me . . . There, yes, like that.” He had breached her to the hilt, and held still to feel the faint flutters against his shaft as her body adjusted to him. He had always delighted in her warmth and willingness, but for some reason tonight she was as tense and tight as a new bride. “Easy, sweetheart. It’s only me.”

Will had enjoyed making love to her dozens of times, but never once had it felt as this did. She clenched around him as he drew out of her, dragging at him as if she meant to keep him buried deep. When he forged in again, tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.

He froze. He’d never forced a woman in his life, and yet here she was, soft and slick and warm around him, and weeping in silence.

“No,” she muttered as he disengaged his body from hers. “Do it. Finish it.”

“Not with you crying on me like that, sweetheart.” He straightened her garments and his before he lifted her from the floor and put her on his lap. “What did I do? Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?”

“It’s not you.” She wiped the tears from her face with quick fingers. “I’m sorry. It’s been a long time.”

“Reese. It’s been three weeks.” He caught her chin in his hand and made her look at him. “You really don’t want this. Damn me, but I thought you were jesting.”

“It’s my fault, not yours,” she said, easing out of his grip and standing. “I’m just tired, that’s all. I wanted it to be special. Another time, okay?”

Will couldn’t tell if she was lying; the perfume she wore kept him from detecting the changes in her scent. “I’ll call for a car.”

“I brought my own.” She tugged at the hem of her skirt. “Would you arrange for me to have access to Rosethorn tomorrow night?”

“On one condition.” He took her hand in his, startled to feel how cold she was. “Will you forgive me for behaving like a brute?”

“There’s nothing to forgive.” She hesitated before she stood on her toes and kissed his mouth, her lips soft and damp. “I’ll see you soon.” She unlocked the door and fled.

Will considered following her, but the taste of her tears still lingered on his mouth. That and her strange reaction to his lovemaking had him in complete upheaval. She was his friend, his lover—how could his advances have shocked her? Why would she refuse him after they had found pleasure in each other so many times?

Reese’s tresoran training included a thorough understanding of the ways of his kind. She knew how determined Kyn males became when they were aroused by a human female. Centuries of discipline and self-denial had taught Will to control his instincts and appetites, so she had never been in any real danger. He would rather fall on a bed of copper swords before he hurt a woman, mortal or Kyn, and yet . . . He suddenly realized something else that had happened, something he barely recalled.

In those stark moments as he had pulled her to the floor and put himself between her soft thighs, his dents acéréeshad stretched into his mouth, fully extended, eager for the hot richness of her blood.

This, when he’d fed well from the stores Robin kept at the penthouse before escorting his master to the club. His need for human blood, the only form of nourishment he could take, should not have returned until he woke tomorrow night. Nor should he have had such a primal reaction to Reese. In all the months they’d been lovers, he’d never once been tempted to feed on her. Tonight he suspected he could have drained her dry.

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  • Posted November 25, 2008

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    Lynn Viehl provides an interesting entry in her wonderful urban fantasy saga

    Still an outlaw after seven centuries of first being declared as such by King John¿s merry losers, immortal Darkyn Lord Robin of Locksley knows he must intercede when the ancient mythical tome Maiden's Book of Hours is stolen and not by him; he waited for over five hundred years for this book that contains the only picture of his long lost love Marian to surface. Undercover FBI agent Christina Renshaw is appalled with the theft since she is the one who dangled the priceless book to catch a brilliant art thief. Since the thieves also have takes hostages, the FBI is even more involved. Christina and Robin meet and are instantly attracted and conflicted as to what to do; that is on recovering the Maiden's Book of Hours and saving the captives.<BR/><BR/>Robin's long time enemy Nottingham has joined forces with an obsessed deadly Kyn female. His adversary¿s diabolical scheme leaves Robin with little choice, but to yank a stunned Chris into the Darkyn realm. Soon the pair is in Europe where Darkyn lords are meeting as all hell in breaking out. <BR/><BR/>Tthe overarching Darkyn saga moves forward (see TWILIGHT FALLS, NIGHT LOST and IF ANGELS BURN) while also telling the romantic suspense tale of Robin the Prince of Thieves, Lynn Viehl provides an interesting entry in her wonderful urban fantasy saga. The story line focuses on the lead couple¿s search for the Renaissance Era book while also continuing the war between the Darkyn and the Brethren. With a couple of late stunning spins and a reference to Coleridge, the powerful riveting Darkyn chronicles will have sub-genre fans anxious to learn what the author will unveil next.<BR/><BR/>Harriet Klausner

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  • Posted April 28, 2012

    i would like to know what happened to john story . i thought it

    i would like to know what happened to john story . i thought it was coming in the book shadowmaster, that was listed as the next book . it was in the back of one of my books but i haven't found it anywhere. then she started the new series. dfg

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 23, 2009

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    Really disappointed in this book! I LOVE the Darkyn series and Lynn Viehl is one of my favorite authors, but I feel like she sold out on this book. It feels like she's grown tired of the characters and the series.

    Typically, I can't put a Darkyn novel down and I've read them all more than once, given them as gifts, and enjoyed them just as much the second time as the first. I think I got the first copy of this one when it came to my local B&N. But this one was seriously disappointing from the very beginning. The character development of the female protagonist, Chris, was sketchy. She never seemed 'fully formed'--and as a reader, I never felt I knew who she was. I didn't think the author knew her either. Also there was too much gratuitous sex. The author is a master of sexual tension, so I was surprised at the uncharacteristic lack of it in Stay the Night. I was also bummed about the way Alex handled her discovery--that, too, was uncharacteristic of the woman we've all come to know and love--and I absolutely loathed the decision she made for Robin's character in the end. It felt like a copout. The whole book just gave me the impression that Lynn Viehl is ready to move on and has lost her passion for the Darkyn...and that is the biggest disappointment.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2009

    Oh please..... [spoilers]

    This was by far the most disappointing installation in this series to date. At least we'd better not hear Alex whine about Kyn anymore.... but to essentially end robin's involvement in the series, when he was one of the most interesting charactars. Its funny that everytime she creates a character that I would truly like to read more of, she diminishes them (gabriel and Nick) or essentially kills them off. I haven't truly liked one of these books since evermore, and I'm soooooo..... tired of alex's whining, and john's inner conflict... lets move on... There were some good parts here, and I loved the intertwining of the Robin hood tale with "actual" people.... and like that they've made some progress with the pathogen... but the rest of the book was underdeveloped.... seriously... what was Chris's special power? it was never really developed, its as if... She's an orphan.. thus she must be one of the kyndred, I don't know but I think i'll wait to buy the next installment until I can get it used.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 3, 2011

    I want more!

    Surely there has to be another book coming out about Alexandra's brother John! I love the Darkyn and their feisty lifemates. What a wonderful series which left me gasping! If it was a movie, I would have been on the edge of my seat, while at the same time cheering for my heroes. Please say there will be more! Great writing skills and kudos to the author.

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  • Posted October 21, 2011

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    Loved the series

    But Im sad it ended. It had way more potential.

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  • Posted February 24, 2010

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    Awesome and sad.

    I really love this series and recommended it to all my friends and they love it too. We were all sad to hear they stopped after Stay the Night we were anxious to see what happened next. But i am sure we will love the next series just as much as we loved the Darkyn.

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  • Posted April 13, 2009

    Great!

    I liked this book. Plenty of romance and plenty of action. The ending is surprising to say the least.

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  • Posted April 8, 2009

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    Stay The Night A Novel Of The Darkyn

    Robin of Locksley has been a thief of fine art and of women's hearts for seven hundred years. One night in a bar he runs across Chris Renshaw, who is the one woman who can resist him. After a one night stand in which Chris leaves Robin, he pursues her, not realizing she's a FBI agent who is after him. Mean while a war between the Brethren and the Kyn is escalating

    This book unlike the others have two different story lines going on at the same time. I didn't enjoy this as much as I did the previous books. It took me some time to get through. But the characters of Robin and Nottingham, and their issues, made it worth while. Warning there is a scene of M/M sex. It didn't bother me, but it might bother other readers.

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  • Posted March 17, 2009

    GREAT READ!!!!!!!!

    This book is a great addition to the Darkyn series. I love Lynn Viehl's books. I enjoy the way she puts several stories altogether in one.

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  • Posted March 3, 2009

    Good, but explicit

    Great plot, interesting and well-developed characters. Good writing. Beware, though -- very explicit sex scenes.

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2009

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    Love In practical settings

    I loved the setting and the plot.. Robin threw it all away for love, finally.. after an unsuccessful relationship in the past he finds his way to trusting all over again..

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  • Posted February 23, 2009

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    Not your mother's vampire

    And thank goodness for that! Lynn Viehl has her own take on the Vampire genre and this latest installment is just one more link in bringing more converts into her fold. The charm is how she ties Medieval history with current characters, somehow offering a plausible explanation for both. Loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2009

    A good addition

    This novel added another dimension into the series. I was a little bit disappointed on how the characters are forced to be left human. Now the series will lose a loyal warrior with in time and is left in a vulnerable way than the main hero's friends or brothers in arms.

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  • Posted February 16, 2009

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    Was ok

    I found this book to just be ok. I really liked the previous books in the series, and this one is a must if you want to continue to move forward. There was a lot more about Luisa and it seemed like the author was planning on making her a big part in the story to come. For some reason I just didn't feel engaged in Robin and Chris's story. I am hoping the next one will be better.

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  • Posted January 9, 2009

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    Another interesting tale in the Darkyn saga...

    I've enjoyed all of Lynn Viehl's books, this one was no exception. Interesting twists and turns. Characters you love and some you love to hate. The ending left me wanting more...

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  • Posted January 4, 2009

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    I'm never disappointed, I recommend it!!!

    Up to know I have never been disappointed with her books, and she didn't let me down. It's a really great book I recommended it. You will not put it down until you finish it.

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