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The Half-Breed Vampire (Harlequin Nocturne Series #132)

The Half-Breed Vampire (Harlequin Nocturne Series #132)

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by Theresa Meyers

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Ignorant of his true heritage, half-breed Slade Donovan is fated to feel like an outsider among his clan. Until a mysterious woman arrives with the ability to unlock his secrets—and make him crave a future he never believed he could have….

As a game warden, Raina Ravenwing has only one mission in the Cascade Mountains: to hunt down a pack of


Ignorant of his true heritage, half-breed Slade Donovan is fated to feel like an outsider among his clan. Until a mysterious woman arrives with the ability to unlock his secrets—and make him crave a future he never believed he could have….

As a game warden, Raina Ravenwing has only one mission in the Cascade Mountains: to hunt down a pack of rare wolves that is terrorizing her tribe. Her instant attraction to Slade is a distraction the beautiful wolf whisperer can't afford, unless she agrees to let him help her. Yet working so closely together only intensifies their passion…even as the unfolding truth of Slade's identity threatens everything Raina holds sacred.

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Something big and dark slipped into the shadows at the tree line, disappearing from view among the jagged rocks.

Slade Donovan lowered the throwing star he'd been prepared to let fly if the animal had moved any closer. It'd been too big for a coyote. Maybe a cougar? But it hadn't smelled like one. It had smelled…like wolf.

Overhead the crescent moon sliced through dark scudding clouds. Rain was coming in tonight on a cool wind. The scents of ocean and wet fir trees blew in gusts across the Puget Sound through Snoqualmie Pass, rustling Slade's dark hair with invisible fingers.

He pocketed the metal star and crouched into lurk mode. Two more hours and his shift would be over. He glanced back at the waxing moon. They'd already had one full moon this month. And, lucky him, there was another on its way.

The vamp doctors at Cascade Clan headquarters couldn't explain his moon sickness. Shaking sweats. Feeling like his skin was about to split into ribbons. An ache in his fangs so bad Slade had seriously contemplating having the bitches pulled, if growing them back in wouldn't have been just as painful.

Lots of agony, but no explanations.

It didn't help that he had nothing to go on as far as medical records or family history. His first memory had been of waking up in Seattle alone and terrified. For two years he roamed the streets. He'd been eightish they figured. The vampires of the Cascade Clan had taken him in and trained him as a Shyeld, until he was old enough to decide if he wanted to become one of them. He hadn't been too keen on finding out exactly how or why he'd been thrown away in the first place. He was more of a live-in-the-moment kind of guy.

Slade rolled his tight shoulders, the tension the moon brought out in him already coiling there. He forced himself to relax. He needed to think positively. The full moon would come and it would go. The pain and agony would pass, just like it always did.

He scanned the darkness for whatever had been lurking there a few minutes before, and wondered what kind of creature would be out here hunting in the woods. He was fortunate he didn't have the security team day shift. That one sucked. He'd done that a time or two and ended up with the mother of all migraines the next night and a sunburn he doubted he could have prevented even if he'd slathered on SPF one million. Working out in the sunlight wasn't fun when you were a vampire, but it could be done.

He was just grateful he had the night shift, which, hell, had its own problems.

Behind him the wind shifted for a moment. His nose filled with the scent of predator, wet dog, but more feral, and the odd scent of something sweet and feminine, close. A pack of whatever those creatures were was inching toward him from what had been downwind until a second ago.

As the hair on the back of his neck lifted in warning, he slid two fingers into his pocket and pulled out his throwing star.

A shadow darted through the base of the trees, followed quickly by two more. He heard their guttural growls and yips to one another, a language he could somehow understand, although he'd left that little tidbit out when talking to the clan doctors. Moon sickness was enough of an oddity among vampires. No need to be thought of as an even bigger freak.

"Think we can take the bloodsucker?"

A loud sniff. "There's only the one. Easy."

"But what if he's the one Bracken's been searching for?"

"Then all the better. We kill him now, quick and clean, before he can disrupt the pack."

The wind shifted again and the scents disappeared, but Slade readied himself, placing his weight on the balls of his feet so he could more easily spring at them when they got closer. Preparing for their attack, he pinched the throwing star between his fingers.

They vaulted forward through the underbrush, loping toward him with deliberate intent. Slade only had a moment to leap upward into the trees as the wolves rushed in, converging on the spot he'd been hiding moments before.

No ordinary wolves. Larger. Stronger. Smarter. One lunged, capturing Slade's pant leg between razor-sharp teeth, slicing clean through the denim. The wolf gave a vicious yank. Slade's one-handed grip on the tree branch overhead slipped at the unexpected force. He landed hard on his back and found a pair of paws the size of dinner plates on his chest, and a pair of feral brown eyes inches from his own.

The excruciating pain told him the weight of the beast had cracked his ribs. But the pain was the least of his problems as a snarling muzzle loomed over his face. A string of saliva stretched from the sharply pointed canines to the vicious-looking row of bottom teeth.

Slade shot out his hand, closing his fingers around the creature's thick neck and squeezed. The muscles in his arm bulged with the strain, and he felt as well as heard the deep-throated growl vibrating down his arm. He used all his strength to keep the animal from ripping out his throat.

It was a hell of a wolf, but just a wolf. Still no match for a vampire, he told himself mentally, even while his instincts told him differently.

Slade pulled his foot up between him and the beast and, with a grunt, kicked as hard as he could, launching the animal into the trunk of a massive fir tree. The loud crack of impact echoed like a gunshot through the woods. The wolf grunted, falling to the ground, stunned but not dead, then ran off into the trees.

What the hell?

He heard a sharp gasp and turned his gaze toward the sound. In the woods stood a woman, her mouth an open O, her face a pale full moon against the darkness of her hair and the night-shadowed woods around her.

He didn't have time to stare; two more wolves were on him like newborn vampires on a pint of A positive. He chucked the throwing star at one, hitting it in the eye. It yelped and sagged to the ground, its sides heaving. The woman screamed. The other wolf jumped up and over Slade, slapping him hard in the head with a paw that had the force of a baseball bat. As a chaser, the claws dug in, ripping flesh in a white-hot burn.

Ichor, black and thin, poured from the gash on his scalp and ran down his temple. Slade ignored the throbbing pain and wiped away the warm viscous fluid seeping into his left eye. The wolf had landed quickly and spun around, standing his ground, feet spread wide in the damp detritus of brown pine needles and crumbled stone on the ground. A ridge of dark gray fur encircled the large wolf's neck and stood up along its back. Bared teeth gleamed white in the moonlight filtering through the trees. A low, threatening rumble reverberated in the animal's deep chest.

Slade moved into the stance of a defensive linebacker, placing himself between the wolf and the woman, and answered with a low, feral growl of his own. For a second the wolf's flattened ears raised a fraction, then pinned back harder against its head. The wolf eyed him warily, its great brown eyes piercing in the darkness. The growl reformed, slurring and warping into actual words.

"Stay away from our border. Next time there will be no warning."

All the tension in Slade's legs suddenly gave way, making him stumble back a step. These weren't wolves at all. They were damn shape-shifters—Weres. No wonder he could understand them, no wonder they were so huge. If this was a warning, he sure as hell would hate to get a full-out war going with these things without backup.

The gray wolf retreated slowly, gaze locked on Slade's, his hackles still raised until he reached the darkness of the trees. And then, like a nightmare, he was gone.

Slade sank to his knees, his arm wrapping around his broken ribs. They seared and burned as they began to knit back together. Thank the gods he didn't need to breathe. Chances were the ribs had pierced his lungs, but they were functionally useless, so it wouldn't kill him, just hurt like hell. He touched the gash on his head and glanced up to look at the woman.

She was twenty-five feet away, kneeling by the downed Were. Her doelike brown eyes were just a shade too wide and bright over the flushed prominent cheekbones the color of dark honey. Her gaze darted around her surroundings. Like a deer, she was small, lithe, with delicate wrists and shoulders softened by the sunny yellow fleece zip-up jacket she wore. Soft faded denim hugged her legs and the curves of her ass and she wore small muddy hiking books. Slung over her shoulder was a worn backpack.

She smelled of sunshine, wood smoke and strawberries. His preternaturally sharp sense of smell was even more attuned than most vampires. A possible side effect of the moon sickness, he'd been told. In the past twenty-four hours she'd walked past a mossy stream bank, the wet earthy scent of it still clinging to her shoes. She'd pushed past cedar and fir and huckleberry. Traces of it lingered around her like notes of an expensive perfume. Underneath it all was clean female skin.

Delectable smells notwithstanding, she was definitely not his type. Not even close. He preferred his women polished and professional, citified and slick. She had nature girl written all over her. And frankly he'd had enough of the great outdoors for one night. Besides, what the hell was she doing out here in the middle of the night, anyway?

"Are you hurt?" he asked, and took a single step in her direction.

Those big brown eyes turned his way, dark with fierce anger. "You killed him." Accusation gave her softly spoken words the edge of a razor.

"Did they hurt you?"

She shook her head. Her hair, mussed with bits of dried needles and twigs, floated about her head like a dark cloud with the movement. "I was following them."

Slade narrowed his eyes. "Why are you out here?"

She pinned him with a glare and reached for the small of her back, pulling out a 9 mm Glock. "I might ask you the same. Do you always hunt on protected state land?"

Slade put his hands up in self-defense and blinked back the dribble of ichor seeping into the corner of his eye. "Whoa. Hold up there, lady. I just saved your life."

She stood, bracing her feet wide apart in a practiced shooting stance, both hands firmly on her weapon. "No, what you did was kill an incredibly rare wolf. I've been tracking this pack for months. I finally actually get to see them and then you have to go all cowboy on me and kill one and chase the others away. Are you aware killing a wolf is a crime, sir? You are under arrest."

Slade bit back a laugh. Under arrest? She had to be kidding. He was a trained Shyeld, and outweighed her by fifty pounds, all of it muscle. "Who are you?" he asked, scanning the woods behind her for any sign of the pack.

"Game Warden." She reached for her back pocket with one hand and pulled out a plastic zip tie. "You have the right—"

She cut off her reading of his rights with a loud scream. Behind her erupted a flare of brilliant light as fire engulfed the fallen wolf's body. Slade yanked her toward him to keep her from getting singed by the blaze. She smacked up against his chest, all soft curves, then twisted back, holding up her hand to shield her face. A cry of shock and anguish escaped her and she turned, gazing up into his face. "What happened? Why did it spontaneously combust? What did you do?"

Meet the Author

A writer, first for newspapers, then for national magazines, Theresa Meyers started her first novel in high school. In 2005 she was selected as one of eleven finalists in the nation for the American Title II contest, the American Idol of books. She is married to her high school prom date and their family lives in a Victorian house on a mini farm in the Pacific Northwest. Write to her at: P.O. Box 25, Port Orchard, WA, 98366, or by visiting her website at www.theresameyers.com.

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The Half-Breed Vampire 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
donnas1 More than 1 year ago
I have been waiting for this book since last year when I read the first two books in the Sons of Midnight series. And I am so glad its finally available. I was drawn into the story from the first pages and didnt want to stop reading until I was finished. Actually the only reason I did take a break and stop reading was I did have to go to work the next day and needed some sleep. Although it was still hard to stop thinking about the story and what was going to happen next. Both Slade and Raina are very interesting characters that are strong, and sell reliant but that end up complimenting each other perfectly. While intially they are at odds with each other, they come to work together as a great team. Both characters have surprises in store for them in the story and its fun to follow along and see where they end up. While I did read the two books previous to this. I do not feel it is a requirement to read them in order. By reading in order you do find out more about what is going on in the world around them with vampirism and what mortals know about the paranormal world that exists. But it is possible to enjoy this story without the extra background.
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Vanilla_Orchids More than 1 year ago
An Good Vampire/Werewolf Romance. Okay, let me just start out by saying that I did enjoy the story! I liked Theresa's take on vampires and their abilities. I've read other vampire stories where the vampires could transport themselves wherever they needed to go. Well, Theresa's vampires can do the same though maybe in a slightly different way. Plus, they can manifest whatever they need as if by magic, they can turn invisible, and they can be outside during the day, though they don't like to be. The relationship that developed between Raina and Slade was sweet. She has a thing for bad boys and tries very hard not to think about Slade in any other way than a professional manner. Slade, as I mentioned, he doesn't like cops, and he also tries his best to stay professional when it comes to Raina. Of course, it doesn't work for either of them. :) And as romances are my favorites, I do enjoy a good love scene, but the main love scene in this was kind of disappointing. It was over far too quickly. Now, although I did like the story, I must admit that I do have some issues with it. In the beginning when Slade takes Raina out to track the wolves, he keeps reminding himself that humans may be aware of vampires now, but they are not aware that Weres exist. So when Slade talks with Raina about the wolves, he intentionally keeps that little tidbit to himself. However, at one point, he says to Raina: "Most shifters don't come out until dusk." I believe that may have been a mistake because once Slade says that to her, she didn't question his use of the word "shifter'. Something else that confused me was that when Slade does eventually tell Raina about Weres, she actually thinks he's kidding and doesn't believe him. Yet, after they return to the clan complex, Raina tells Slade that her and Achilles believe that Slade is part Were. Unless I missed something here, that didn't make sense to me. Raina didn't know anything about Weres, and suddenly she's telling Slade that her and Achilles believe that Slade is part Were. I even read the book twice which is when this part actually caught my attention. So yeah, I felt there were some inconsistencies within the story plus some spelling and grammatical errors. ** I received a copy of The Half-Breed Vampire for review as part of the Knights of the Round Table group on Goodreads.**
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I received this as part of a Goodreads group The Knights of the Round Table giveaway. This was a great quick read. I thought that the characters were well thought out and very believable. And even though the plot centered on the conflict between vampires vs weres, it was done in such a way (with a nice little goddess twist) that didn't have me thinking 'enough already'. Theresa Meyers is a great author and I can't wait to read the previous two books from this series. And hopefully there will be some additional story arcs in the future.
Mother_Gamer_Writer More than 1 year ago
The Half-Breed Vampire is the third story in this series. I have not had the pleasure to read the previous books, but I can assure you that it reads just fine on its own. This story brings us Slade, a vampire, as he fights to save his clan from a goddess who has talked the local were/shifter clan into starting a war. He teams up with a human woman, Raina, who is the local game warden, a member of the were community, but doesn’t actually believe in any of it. They both set out to investigate the sightings of large wolves as well as the disappearance of a community member. However, Raina soon learns she gets more answers than she bargained for. She is the were packs Whisperer, and the last woman to hold that position was brutally murdered by the wolves. Slade on the other hand gets answers to his life long questions: who his parents were and why he was abandoned at the age of eight. Can these two come together to save not only the vampires, but themselves too? Does Slade’s past come back to bite him, literally? As always it can be difficult when you read a new author, and this is especially true with any paranormal genre. Each writer creates their own rules, beings, and how they come to be. This author chose a different perspective than what I am used to. In this story both were and vampires are based upon an actual virus, and both are passed through blood – typically when bitten. I feel it’s good to know this before hand as in this story there is always the choice, well usually, but I don’t want to give anything away. Overall I enjoyed the story, and I savored upon the love scenes. If you enjoy paranormal, strong romance, and a lot of physical action then this one is for you. There is even a bit of humor here and there, and I found myself chuckling out loud in a few places too. My only complaint is that there were a few typographical errors, but since I was reviewing an advanced version, it’s unlikely that they will be in the final version. Originally Reviewed at: Mother/Gamer/Writer Rating: 4.5 out of 5 Controllers Reviewer: Heather
Kendra_Readers_Edyn More than 1 year ago
Somewhat predictable, but an overall satisfying read! For full review including excerpt and dialogue highlight, please visit Reader's Edyn at: readersedyn (dot) blogspot (dot) com Review: ...I found this book enjoyable if a bit predictable. It wasn’t like I was sitting on the end of my chair waiting to see what would happen next. But despite the foresight into the events of the story, I felt my time was well spent. Ms. Meyers has built a world of her own. While many have created vampire and werewolf worlds, the Sons of Midnight series has it’s own unique traits. Traits such as ichor the thin, black substance that can best be described as vampire blood. Ichor is also used as a drug of sorts, given to the human security that is not vampire within the clan, but bestowing superhuman abilities within them. Pretty cool if you ask me. And for werewolves – any shifter really – you would think that the rearranging of the body into an alternate form would be somewhat gruesome. Well, Ms. Meyers includes such description without making the reader ill with the sound of cracking bone, popping joints, and squishing muscles and ligaments. *shudders* That is about as gruesome as I can handle. Horror and me no mixey! You dig? I also liked that although Raina and Slade acknowledge their desire to be together, they are under no disillusionment that being together is in any way possible. Despite hope that it could happen, they know it can’t be. Making everything all cute and rosy without conflict is not the way I like my stories. Throwing in twists that make the inevitable seem unattainable is much more my style and The Half-Breed Vampire meets this quality I desire within my reads. What I did not like was the lack of physical scenes between Slade and Raina. I felt like there could have been more than just the one scene. There were a few other instances that were teasers, if you will, but with the attraction between these two, I would have like to see just a bit more in the intimacy department. Complaint aside, the few scenes that were present were well written and exciting. Another problem I had was the book ended hastily. It wasn’t abrupt in the sense that I was screaming – why the hell did you end it here? But it was unexpected in the sense that there were still quite a few unanswered questions, leaving the reader to make assumptions. Questions that I hope would be addressed in the following book in the series. Overall, The Half-Breed Vampire is an enjoyable read with creative twists on the paranormal world. As book 3 in the series, it can absolutely be read as a stand alone. As with many series books, I believe the hindsight from reading the first two books would have enhanced the read, but were not necessary to facilitate the reader’s understanding. Predictable, yet satisfying, this book is worth the read. (PDF copy provided by Author and Bewitching Book Tours for review)
Jutzie More than 1 year ago
The Half-Breed Vampire by Theresa Meyers Book 3 of The Sons of Midnight Series Slade Donovan is a vampire, by choice. At eight years old he woke up on the streets and didn't remember his past. Later the vampires had found him and took him in under their care. When given the choice to become a vampire he accepted. Now he is called upon to help a woman with wolf problems. Nature girl, Raina Ravenwing, is not his type of woman and yet as he works along side of her attractions blooms. Raina needs to find where this new wolf pack has come from and why they are bothering her people. She is known as the tribes Wolf Whisperer but until now she never believed there was anything to the title. And than Slade tells her werewolves exist and she can hear them. The vampires and wolves are sworn enemies but can they come together to fight a deceitful goddess who is trying to destroy them all? And what happens when Slade finds out his true roots and his childhood memories return? I have not read the previous two books in this series: Book 1 is The Truth About Vampires and book 2 is The Vampire Who Loved me. If you like series though I think reading them first would add to this story as well, although it was very good as a stand alone book as well. **Sexual situations **Received through NetGalley for review
rhonda1111RL More than 1 year ago
The Half-Breed Vampire by Theresa Meyers 3 Stars It was a good story but I felt a little lost because if there were early stories that I had not read. Just did not connect to the characters. Raina Ravenwing is a game warden and is following a bunch of wolves that are larger than normal.She comes upon a man that the wolves are surrounding him. Slade Donovan is a vampire and demolitions expert for the vampires security team. The wolves are following him and he can hear them and understand them. He now knows they are shifters. He wounds some and kills one when Raina tries to arrest him for killing a protected wolf. Slade puts a glamor on her and leaves her a sleep in her car and to forget him. The next day she is at the vampire headquarters asking for help to track a missing boy that the wolves might have taken. His boss tells him to help her. While slade and Raina are on the mountain tracking them he has a attack of moon sickness that he alone gets. He passes out for the first time for six hours. The wolves attack them and Raina can talk to them too. She is called the wolve whisper and thought all the old stories were just stories. She saw the last wisper get torn apart by the wolves and that was Slade's mother. I think I would have liked it better if I had read the first two stories. I was given this ebook to read in exchange of honest review from Netgalley. 02/28/2012 PUB Harlequin Nocturne