The Vampire Who Loved Me

The Vampire Who Loved Me

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by Teresa Medeiros

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Julian Kane is back in town.

Once, as a girl of seventeen, beautiful, headstrong Portia Cabot saved the cursed life of the dashing vampire Julian Kane—who marked her forever, then left to go in search of his soul. He returns five years later to find the enchanting young girl he left behind grown into a bewitching woman with a woman's heart . .

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Julian Kane is back in town.

Once, as a girl of seventeen, beautiful, headstrong Portia Cabot saved the cursed life of the dashing vampire Julian Kane—who marked her forever, then left to go in search of his soul. He returns five years later to find the enchanting young girl he left behind grown into a bewitching woman with a woman's heart . . . and a woman's desires.

Portia quickly discovers that Julian's seductive and forbidden kiss can still make her crave the night . . . and his touch. But the Julian who has returned to London is not the vampire she remembers. His fruitless pursuit of his stolen mortality has reduced him to drunken debauchery. And a recent spate of murders makes Portia fear that the man she has always adored may truly be a monster.

Julian knows he must drive Portia away—but his passion and hunger for her grow more irresistible every time they touch. For years he has fought the temptation to embrace his dark gifts, never realizing that Portia's love may give him the most dangerous gift of all . . . a reason to live.

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Kane/Cabot Vampire Series , #2
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The Vampire Who Loved Me

By Teresa Medeiros

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Teresa Medeiros
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ISBN: 0060763035

Chapter One

It was a lovely day to die.

Feathers of snow drifted out of the dawn sky, blanketing the park meadow in white. It wasn't difficult for Julian Kane to imagine how that pristine counterpane would look spattered with his blood.

His shout of laughter profaned the hush of the falling flakes. "What say you, Cubby, my man? Shall we sing a few rousing choruses of 'The Girl I Left Behind Me' to spur us onward to glory?" He stumbled as a contrary hillock snagged his foot, forcing him to drape his arm even more heavily over the ample shoulders of his friend. "Perhaps 'Blow the Man Down' would be more fitting."

Cuthbert listed to the right, struggling to balance both Julian and the mahogany box tucked beneath his free arm. "I'd rather not, Jules. My head is aching something fierce. I can't believe I let you talk me into this. What sort of second allows his first to stay out all night getting foxed before a duel? You should have let me put you on that ferry back to the Continent while there was still time."

Julian wagged a chiding finger at him. "Don't scold. If I'd have wanted a nag, I'd have married one."

Cuthbert gave a doleful snort. "If you'd have had the good sense to fall in love and marry some unfortunate chit, Wallingford wouldn'thave caught you nuzzling his fiancée's ear at their betrothal supper and I'd be tucked in my cozy bed right now, dreaming about opera dancers and toasting my feet on a warm brick."

"You insult me, Cubby! I never met a woman I didn't love."

"On the contrary, you love every woman you meet. There is a distinction, however subtle." Cuthbert grunted as his friend trod upon the side of his foot. He had imbibed nearly as many bottles of cheap port as Julian had, but at least he could still stand without assistance. For now.

"Shhhhhhh!" His friend's exaggerated plea for silence startled a flock of starlings from the branches of a nearby alder. Julian pointed one elegant gloved finger. "There they are now, lurking beneath that copse of firs."

From what Cuthbert could ascertain, the gentlemen waiting beside the crested town coach on the far side of the meadow were making no attempt to lurk. Miles Devonforth, the marquess of Wallingford, was pacing a shallow trench in the snow. His tautly controlled strides never varied, not even when he jerked his watch from its fob pocket to glower at its face. A trio of companions hovered behind him--two gentlemen in voluminous box coats and a dour figure garbed all in black. Probably some disreputable surgeon who dabbled in undertaking, Cuthbert thought grimly, summoned to treat the loser of this illegal contest.

Or to measure him for his coffin.

A shiver of dread coursed down his spine. He raked a sandy lock of hair out of his hazel eyes and tugged Julian to a halt, his desperation mounting. "Beg off, Jules. It's not too late. What are they going to do? Run us down in their carriage and shoot you in the back? Why, I'll even go back to the Continent with you! We'll sail the Rhine and climb the Carpathians and conquer Rome. My father will forgive me in time. He's already cut off my allowance because I bought that diamond brooch for that delicious little actress you introduced me to in Florence. What more can he do? I know my father. He'll never disinherit his only son."

Julian stifled his blathering with a reproachful look. "Bite your tongue, Cubby. Surely you're not suggesting that I prove myself to be that most despised of all creatures--a man without honor."

Beneath the sable fringe of his lashes, Julian's soulful dark eyes fixed him with a gaze rife with wounded pride and wry self-mockery. Most women found the combination irresistible. Cuthbert was equally devastated.

Who was he to deny his friend this moment? He was only the slow-witted son of a crotchety old earl, destined to inherit a title and fortune he hadn't earned and die of comfortable old age in his bed. He wouldn't even have survived his Grand Tour if Julian hadn't rescued him from the clutches of a furious creditor at their very first meeting in a moonlit alley in Florence. Julian was a war hero, knighted by the Crown after he and his regiment had defeated sixty-thousand bloodthirsty Burmese soldiers on the outskirts of Rangoon a little over a year ago. This was hardly the first time he had faced his own mortality with such effortless grace.

Cuthbert groaned his defeat.

Julian gave his shoulder a consoling pat, then sought to drag himself erect. "Unhand me, Cubby, my man. I'm determined to march forward and meet the enemy on my own two feet." Shaking his shoulder-length mane of dark hair out of his eyes, he called out, "Devonforth!"

The marquess and his somber party turned as one. Julian had just added injury to insult by addressing the nobleman by his surname instead of his title. Cuthbert fancied he could hear the hiss of the marquess's indrawn breath, but perhaps it was only the bitter January wind rushing past his frozen ears.

Struggling valiantly against the billowing snow, Julian marched forward to bisect Wallingford's path. Cuthbert hugged the wooden box to his chest, a twinge of pride piercing his anxiety as Julian paused at the crest of a knoll to throw back his broad shoulders. He might have been preparing to brave the blinding wind and torrential rains of Burma's monsoon season. No one would have guessed he'd resigned his military commission right after the battle for Rangoon and had spent the past year and a half drinking and gambling his way across Europe.

Cuthbert's pride changed to alarm as the adjustment in Julian's bearing caused him to topple slowly backward, like a felled oak. Dropping the box, Cuthbert scrambled forward to catch him beneath the armpits before he could sprawl full-length in the snow.


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The Vampire Who Loved Me 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 57 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I've always been a huge fan of Teresa Medeiros mostly because she's always had a knack for making her characters (and their relationships) so interesting. This hasn't been so true in her last three novels. In 'The Vampire Who Loved Me', Julian and Portia both seem like they have a lot to them, but you don't really get to know much about them other than they are highly attracted to each other. Also, I don't know how to explain it, but the romance between the two just didn't feel, romantic. Most of Medeiros' couples simply crackle with emotional and sensual energy. I was expecting more from the storyline as well, but the result just feels like nothing special. I hope that in the future Medeiros can recapture the style of writing that used to be so uniquely hers and so completely fun to read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
When I think of Teresa Medeiros' previous works, this one pales in comparison. And after reading 'After Midnight,' I was in agony waiting for this book to come out. The love story of Adrian and Caroline that she created was amazing and I was sure that this book would not disappoint either but sadly, it has let me down, if only a little. I felt the interaction between Portia and Julian didn't hold the same magic that many of her other books have. For reasons I cannot explain, this novel didn't feel special. The love story between Julian and Portia did not feel the least bit memorable and there was no particular part that pulled at my heartstrings. I also felt Adrian's role in this novel was contrived. More than anything I felt his constant worry for Portia to be overbearing and possibly overly concerned. His character along with Caroline's character seemed different and were portrayed in a manner that was only fleetingly similar to their characteristics in 'After Midnight,' especially if read in succession. Teresa Medeiros has to be one of my favorite authors but this book really let me down.
harstan More than 1 year ago
In 1826, seventeen year old Portia Cabot saved the life of vampire Julian Kane. However his kiss has left her carving only his touch, but, though he wants her, Julian leaves her because he believes he can only deserve her innocent love if he can find his soul stolen from him. He vows to return to her.------------ However, when they next meet up five years later in London, Portia still wants Julian though he is nothing like the courteous courageous person she saved. Instead his failure to find his soul has left him despondent and turned him into hedonistic dissolute drunk. When evidence from serial murders point towards her beloved so much so that his sibling Adrian believes he is guilty, Portia fears that the man she loves with all her soul no longer exists instead a killing monster has taken his place. Yet in the darkest of night, instead of killing her with his bite, he tries to send her away from him leading Portia to think he still has some human elements inside his vampire shell. She plans to reach the inner soul of Julian by offering herself as a lure not comprehending the danger that awaits her at night.---------------- The sequel to AFTER MIDNIGHT (Adrian¿s tale) is a superb historical vampire romantic mystery that cleverly blends the supernatural, a whodunit and a love story into a fabulous tale that showcases the talent of Teresa Medeiros who entertains her fans with a one sitting winner. The story line is action-packed as the heroine, the brother, and the readers believe that Julian has finally gone over to the killing dark side with only Portia¿s love leaving her with an iota of hope. THE VAMPIRE WHO LOVED ME is a terrific tale of the goodness of love battling evil.-------------- Harriet Klausner
-DragonFly- More than 1 year ago
Medeiros' sequel to After Midnight stole my breath. I could not wait to see how it would all end. This story will make you giggle, pant with pleasure, and bring a tear to your eye. I could not put it down and I'm sad it is over. Will be buying more of this brilliant author!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book. I think it is even better that After Midnight. It made me laugh, cry. Everything was described so well I could just see it. I finished it in a couple hours and than I read it again! it was that good. If you want a good romance novel, look no further.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read it during was SOOO GOOD i read it again AFTERWARDS talk about hott and heavy.. :D really enjoyed reading it BEST vampire book i've read so far!!!!!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Portia Cabot has never told anyone what happened in the crypt. What did it matter since the cursed life she saved had left town to search for his soul. Julian Kane has never forgotten his ¿Bright Eyes.¿ He left her because being a vampire he could offer her nothing but regret. It is five years later when the two meet, again. There have been horrible murders where the women are left drained of blood. Portia fears that Julian has embraced his dark side, and yet she finds that she doesn¿t fear him. If anything, her childish infatuation has turned into something more meaningful. Julian thought to forget Portia, but seeing, talking, and touching her proves that he not only lost his soul, but his heart as well. Ms. Medeiros has written a captivating tale of love, mystery and danger. Portia is truly a match for the dangerous Julian Kane. She proves it with her wit, and courage to challenge him to be the man that he is capable of being. He may be a creature of the night, but honor means everything even if it will ensure his damnation. This is the first novel I have read of Ms. Medeiros. Obviously, this is part of a series of vampire tales, but I had no trouble starting in the middle of it all. The author is good about referring to previous adventures making me want to go back and read their stories. I truly enjoyed this fast-paced tale, as I¿m sure you will, too.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book when it first came out. I had first read After Midnight and it felt like torture having to wait for the next but it was worth it. I absolutly loved every single page of this book, i read it twice. I really recommend this book but i do believe you should read After Midnight first to understand. But after reading both of these novels, i am now a lifelong fan of Teresa Medeiros!!!
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