Tara Collins just wants to be normal. Everyone else wants her dead.
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A Novel of the Order
By Nina Croft, Marie Loggia-Kee, Liz Pelletier
Entangled Publishing, LLCCopyright © 2013 Nina Croft
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Rule Number One: Never question the past.
Tara took a single step into the alleyway and stopped.
Up ahead, something shifted in the shadows and a waft of warm air carried the stench of dirty smoke and rotten eggs to her nostrils. A prickle of unease shivered across her skin.
No way was she ending up dead in a dark alley before she had a chance to break Rule Number One. Wrinkling her nose against the smell, she held her breath and backed out into the bright lights of the main street.
And straight into something solid and unexpected.
For a second, she thought she must have hit a brick wall. A brick wall that hadn't been there thirty seconds earlier.
"Are you okay?"
A brick wall that talked.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned.
Her eyes were level with his chest and at first all she registered was his immense size. Taking a slow step back, she forced her gaze upward. In the artificial light, he was leached of color, with black hair pulled into a ponytail, and skin so pale it appeared white. She went still as silver eyes captured hers. For a second, she stared mesmerized, unable to drag her gaze away from the stranger.
"Are you lost?" He spoke again, breaking the spell.
"No. Yes. Maybe." She waved the map clutched in her hand. "I was considering a short cut."
A short cut to the railway station and a fast train away from here. For the last ten minutes, she'd been dithering. Should she go ahead, break Rule Number One, and perhaps come to a messy and premature end? Or should she run away and try to forget the stupid rules had ever existed?
"A short cut down a dark alley? Has no one ever told you it's dangerous to wander down dark alleys alone?"
Was there some subtle threat beneath his words? Did he look vaguely menacing for a moment? Or was it merely her overactive imagination playing games with her? He was just a man — a tall, powerfully built man, but quite respectable in his sleek, dark business suit and red tie.
Still, a little voice in her head whispered to her to turn and walk away — though perhaps not down the dark alley.
But something held her back.
All her life she'd been afraid. Aunt Kathy had brought her up to fear just about everything, and she'd done a brilliant job. But Aunt Kathy was dead, and Tara refused to live like that anymore.
"Well?" he murmured and she realized he was waiting for an answer.
"Actually, yes. I'm quite aware of the dangers. But I have an important meeting and my mind was on other things." Like running away.
He considered her for a moment. "Where is this important meeting? Perhaps I can help."
"CR International. You know it?"
His lips curved into a slow smile and suddenly she realized how devastatingly attractive he was. "You mean the CR International building behind you?" A faint trace of amusement tinged his voice.
She pursed her lips but turned slowly. He wasn't kidding. It stood directly opposite, on the other side of the street. An immense structure of steel and smoky glass with CR International in big gold letters over the door. How the hell had she missed that? "Oh ... thank you."
This was it. Either she'd discover the truth, or she'd be blasted by a bolt of divine retribution. Time to find out which.
She took a few steps but couldn't resist glancing back over her shoulder. The man still stood, hands in his pockets, watching her, a strange almost hungry look in his eyes.
"Overactive imagination," she muttered and headed across the street.
A young man sat behind the reception desk; handsome, with dark red hair like a fox and blue eyes that perfectly matched his shirt.
"I'm Tara Collins," she said. "I have an appointment with Mr. Grant."
"I'll let him know you're here." He reached for the phone beside him, but it rang before he picked up, and he sent her an apologetic glance. "One moment." As he listened, a startled expression flickered across his face. "Sure, Christian. No problem."
He put the phone down. "Ms. Collins?"
"I'm afraid Mr. Grant can't see you tonight."
Tara sagged with relief and bit back a "halleluiah." She'd done her best, but now she could legitimately put off breaking Rule Number One just a little while longer. Like forever maybe.
"Absolutely no problem," she said. "Shall I make another appointment? Perhaps in a couple of weeks? A month? A year ... ?"
A year sounded good.
He smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "No need. That was Mr. Roth — the owner of the company — he'll see you instead. I'll take you up myself as access to the thirteenth floor is restricted."
He called one of the security guards over from beside the door and spoke with him quietly then came out from behind the reception desk.
"My name's Graham. If you'd come with me ..."
She followed him, not to the bank of elevators where a few people waited, but into a smaller one around the corner. Inside, there were just two buttons, one pointing up and one down. Graham pressed the up button, and they rose smoothly. When the doors opened, he didn't exit. Instead, he pointed to a set of black double doors opposite.
Tara stared at them, unable to shake the feeling that this was the point of no return. What if Aunt Kathy had been right? What if there was a very good reason not to question the past?
"Go ahead," Graham murmured from beside her. "Mr. Roth doesn't ... bite."
Tara scowled at the faint thread of amusement in his voice — it seemed as though everyone was finding her funny today. She stalked out of the elevator.
This floor appeared deserted, and hushed. Her feet made no sound on the thick carpets as she walked toward the imposing doors. Without giving herself any more time to think, she pressed her finger lightly to the smooth black metal and the door swung open. Inside, the room was in semi-darkness, the only light spilling in from the floor to ceiling windows that lined the far wall.
Perhaps no one was home.
She hovered in the doorway, unsure whether to stay or go, when a man spoke from inside.
"Come in, Ms. Collins."
The voice was low, husky, and vaguely familiar. She hesitated a moment more and then took the few steps inside. Behind her, the door swung shut. The air was cool against her skin and she glanced around.
"Lights," she muttered. "Lights would be good here."
A faint click, and warm light filled the room. Tara blinked a couple of times then her gaze locked on the figure seated behind the huge steel desk.
The man from the alley. Why wasn't she more surprised?
"You know," she said. "You could have introduced yourself."
A small smile curved his lips. "And spoil the surprise?"
He stood slowly, then came around the desk to stand in front of her, one arm outstretched. Tara fought the urge to hide her hands behind her back; something about this man set her on edge. Of course, it could be that the whole "breaking the rules" thing was just screwing with her mind, that right now, she was predisposed to see weirdness in everything.
She grasped his hand firmly, intending the greeting to be brief, but his fingers tightened around hers. Her gaze shot to his face. He wasn't a handsome man; his features were too harsh for that, with pale skin stretched tight over hard bones. But his silver eyes held her mesmerized as he lifted her hand. For a moment, she was sure he intended to kiss it, but he merely inhaled deeply. Something flashed in his eyes, something hot and hungry, and a shiver ran through her. Then the expression vanished as if it had never been.
"I'm Christian Roth."
"So your receptionist told me." She gave a tug. "Could I have my hand back?"
He smiled and released her, then gestured to a chair in front of his desk.
"Why don't you sit down and tell me how I can ... help you." He waited until she was seated, then returned to his own chair. "So, Tara Collins, why do you need a private investigator?"
This was the moment she'd built herself up for over the last six months. She'd even practiced the words in front of the mirror. But now, at the last second, they didn't want to come out. She cleared her throat. Took a deep breath. She could do this.
"I want you to find out who I am."
There, she'd done it. Broken Rule Number One.
She sat very still, staring at her hands. Her aunt had always been a little vague about the actual consequences of breaking the rules — just that they'd be dire. Tara had always imagined some sort of fiery bolt from above. Now she waited for it to crash down and annihilate her.
"So, you're not Tara Collins?"
"Yes. No. I don't know. I've always been called Tara Collins. But I don't know who she is or who my parents were or where I came from."
"Perhaps you'd better explain a little more."
She wished she could. Really she did. But she had no explanations; nothing she'd discovered since her aunt's death made any sense. "Maybe I should start at the beginning."
"A good place to start."
Was he mocking her? But his expression was bland and she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. "I was brought up by my Aunt Kathryn. At least I always thought she was my aunt. We lived in a house on the Yorkshire moors. Aunt Kathy was a little ... eccentric." And that was the understatement of the century. "She never left the house and she would have preferred it if I never left, though sometimes I would ..."
Sometimes she would sneak out and hide on the moors, high above the nearby village, and watch the people go about their normal lives, and dream of being part of that. But that sounded pathetic and for some reason she didn't want Christian Roth to think her pathetic. "Sometimes I would go out, but mostly I'd stay. It was an odd life, but I didn't know any different, and I was happy, at least when I was younger. Then six months ago my aunt died."
The familiar sense of loss washed over her. Her aunt's death hadn't been sudden — she'd been ill for a long time — but it had been the end of everything Tara had known.
Her hands gripped the edge of the desk in front of her. "And I found everything she had told me was lies."
"I don't think she was even my aunt. I don't know who she was, or why she brought me up. After she died, I found papers, but there was nothing about her. It was like she never existed." She glanced at his impassive face. "My whole world was a lie. Everything I was brought up to believe in." All those stupid rules she had followed for the last twenty-two years.
"So what is it you'd like me to do?"
She frowned. Hadn't she been clear? "I told you, I want you to find out who I am. Who my aunt was and why she was looking after me." When he remained silent, she continued, "I have money to pay you. The house was in my name and I have all sorts of investments. I've got copies of the paperwork here. I thought it might help."
She took out the folder containing the meager amount of paperwork she'd been able to find about herself and her aunt and placed it on the desk in front of him. She watched as he flicked through the file, his eyes widening. Hers had almost popped out of her head when she'd seen how much money her aunt had stashed away, all in Tara's name.
Christian closed the file and sat back. "Why do you want to know?"
It was a good question, and one she'd asked herself many times. She had a life now. She had friends, was going to college, getting real qualifications. She had a chance of that normal life she'd always dreamed of. But while she'd love nothing more than to forget the past, she couldn't. All the time, in the back of her mind, the questions niggled.
Why had her aunt lied? What was she hiding? What was so bad that Aunt Kathy had concealed them away in that big old house on the moors? And what was it with all the stupid rules? The list of questions was endless and she needed answers.
"My life has been pretty odd until now and I just want to be normal. But what if I'm not?"
"So really, you want me to find proof that you're normal?"
She smiled; she'd come to the right place after all. "Yes."
There was a light tap on the door. She glanced over her shoulder as Graham peered inside.
"Christian — "
"What is it?"
"Piers Lamont is in reception."
"Okay, Graham. We've finished here for the moment."
Graham closed the door behind him and Christian rose to his feet. "Well, Ms. Collins —"
"Please, call me Tara."
"And you must call me Christian. Well, Tara, I'll read through the papers and see where we can go from there. Perhaps you can come back in a few days and answer any questions that come up."
She stood. "Do you think you'll find anything?"
"I'm sure I will, and don't worry," he added. "There will be an explanation."
Tara searched his face, trying to decide if he was telling the truth. Or was he just trying to placate her, because really he thought she was crazy, and he wanted to get her out of there fast? But his face was bland, impossible to read. Suddenly she felt drained. She'd done it, broken the rules, and now she had to live with whatever they found.
"One question before you go. How did you choose me?"
For a moment, she considered lying — after all, she had just said she wanted to be normal. Then she shrugged. "I didn't choose you. My cat did. He's called Smokey and I've had him all my life."
He scrutinized her as though wondering what to say next, or perhaps whether to say anything at all. "And just how did ... Smokey, choose me."
"Well, he didn't pick you personally, just your company. He put his paw right on your advertisement." Christian regarded her with a strange expression in his eyes, and she hurried on, "I don't want you to think I'm crazy or anything, but Smokey is actually super bright and I did look you up on the internet afterward."
"Very ... sensible."
Why did she get the impression that "sensible" was not the word he was thinking of right now? Perhaps it was time to leave.
He must have decided the same, because he strode past her and opened the door. Graham waited on the other side.
By the time she entered the elevator, Tara was grinning like the mad woman Christian no doubt thought her to be. She'd done it — broken Rule Number One — and hadn't been struck down by a bolt from above. Then again, maybe it was a delayed reaction. Maybe that bolt would hit her as she walked out the door. Her grin faded.
"Are you okay?'
The elevator had stopped, but Graham watched her, a slight frown on his face.
"Sorry?" she said.
"Mr. Roth can be overwhelming when you first meet him."
"He was very kind. I'm just a little worried about what he'll find out."
"I'm sure it will be fine." Graham pressed the button and the doors parted. A man stood waiting, and Tara's mouth fell open.
He looked like a rock star. An enormous rock star. Shoulder length blond hair pulled into a ponytail, blond designer stubble, lots of black leather. She had a brief impression of him smiling at her, before Graham nudged her out of the elevator.
The rock star inhaled deeply as she passed. "Mmm. Sugar and spice."
Her feet slowed, but Graham somehow maneuvered her, not very gently, across the reception area. She glanced over her shoulder. The rock star was definitely smiling.
The cold air hit her face as Graham escorted her from the building.
"Mr. Roth told me to make another appointment in a couple of days' time."
"Friday," he said. "Seven o'clock."
"I can take time off, come during the day, if it's easier."
"Mr. Roth prefers evening appointments. Seven will be fine."
He disappeared back into the building. Glancing at the dark alley opposite, Tara took a deep breath and set off down the brightly lit street.
Now for Rule Number Two.
* * *
Christian Roth stared at the closed door. He'd lived a long time, and very little surprised him these days. But her cat?
He inhaled, catching the lingering scent of her on the air. It was mouthwatering; a sweetness tinged with a sharp, bitter flavor he found intoxicating. He'd spent the entire interview wondering whether she tasted as good as she smelled.
She was also ravishingly pretty, with that bright blond hair and huge green eyes. But that wasn't usually enough to catch his attention. There was something more, something very different about Tara Collins. He just couldn't work out what.
Yesterday, someone had left him a very cryptic message, suggesting he should meet her. He'd been undecided. Then earlier this evening, Piers had called and told him there'd been a demon sighting close to his building. Hunting demons wasn't Christian's job anymore, but he'd gone as a favor. He'd tracked the demon to the alley opposite and then been totally distracted by a delectable blonde who'd crashed into him and sent his senses reeling.
She'd had the same effect when she walked into his office. For the first time in what seemed like an age, his hunger had risen. Even now, his gums ached with the need to feed. If it hadn't been for Piers's imminent arrival, he'd have gone hunting tonight with little Tara Collins as his prey.
But Piers was on his way. First the phone call, now a personal visit. Piers was head of the Order of the Shadow Accords, the organization that policed the supernatural world, and whatever he wanted, it was unlikely to be good news. Still, Christian couldn't deny the twinge of excitement that twisted his guts. He'd made the right decision to leave the Order, but he missed the exhilaration of the chase, the thrill of the kill.
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Tara just wants to be normal. She has spent her entire life sheltered by her aunt. After her aunt's recent death Tara decided it was time to start living her life. She has moved out of the home she as been in since her birth and started college in London. The first rule she has been required to live by is not to question who she is. Breaking all the rules has led her to Christian Roth, private investigator. Christian is a vampire that used to lead the Order and is now a businessman and private investigator. He is instantly drawn to Tara. He wants her and will have her but she isn't going to put up much of a struggle. Since she has decided to start breaking all the rules she has been required to live by then she is going to give herself to Christian and fall in love. There is a problem with Tara's normal life plan, she isn't normal. She was kept hidden because of who she is. She was not only hidden in a house but also by magic. Breaking the rules has affected this magic and now she is being hunted. Tara is half demon and half fae. Both want her dead because of who she is and who she loves. With all of her secrets revealed she has to decide if she wants the life she has now or a normal life without what has come to mean the most to her. This was a great paranormal romance. The romance was hot and detailed. What isn't to love when you have a sexy vampire and a virgin. I liked the story for the other characters as well and hope to read about them in the next book. Thanks to Entangled Publishing, LLC and NetGalley for allowing me to read.
Deliciously sexy, fun, and fast-paced—a great start to a new Paranormal Romance series **4.5 STARS** Wow! When I started Bittersweet Blood , I was not expecting the unique world Nina Croft created: Vampires in a secret society, hunting and feeding off demons; ancient mages and trained witches; assassin fae and bodyguard werewolves as well as other shapeshifters—all buried deep in sensuality and darkness while still being FUN. I was immediately transported into a world that felt urban yet fantastical, yet Nina Croft also eased me into the dynamics, craftily mixing traditional vampire lore, smokin' hot contemporary romance, chilling horror, and suspense. What's more, the plot was complex, intertwining different pasts from different lives and on so many different levels. It encompassed more than the main characters and held a stunning amount of mystery as well as a soul-deep ache when all is revealed. While the tension and buildup was palpable throughout, the characters and their antics could still make smile, laugh, sigh, or tear up a moment later, too. Everyone was unique and contributed to the storyline or scene, and I loved the main characters as much as the secondary ones. I couldn't help but care about them as individuals and as a group. The relationships were so wonderful that they really felt like a unit. I was thrilled to learn this book is part of the series because I didn't get enough of these characters and cannot wait to learn whose story we get next! In the beginning, Tara and Christian's relationship starts off a bit too cliché for my tastes. They had the insta-attraction and overwhelming lust occurring between them, and as a vampire, Christian just loves her unique smell. Tara was also a bit too blasé and accepting of the fact that Christian's a vampire. But eventually, their relationship came off more natural. And the smexing ... holy. If you're a fan of erotic bloodletting, I definitely suggest you try Bittersweet Blood . The scenes aren't over the top or explicitly descriptive, yet they were vivid and a shift-in-your-seat, look-over-your-shoulder, naughty-type of guilty pleasure. Then there was the ending! Action-packed and joining all the story threads together, it truly was bittersweet. It's my favorite flavor, and I've never read Nina Croft's works before, but I plan to because she delivered it well. I highly recommend Bittersweet Blood to those looking for a new Paranormal Romance series that is a little heavier on the Urban Fantasy plot and has a wide cast of lovable characters, dashes of wicked humor, and absolutely delicious, non-gratuitous erotica. ** eBook provided by the publisher in exchange for review. **
Sexy supernatural romance at it's finest! My reading interests are normally more geared toward the Young Adult and New Adult categories. That's not to say that I never branch out, like now. I received an email from NetGalley about Entangled Edge, a new branch of the Entangled publishing team, and there were a few books suggested. Bittersweet Blood being one of them. The description had me very interested so I sent in a request. The world of vampires is very intriguing to me. I've generally stayed in the very tame and shallow end of the vampire world. And this was definitely not that. This was darker, more sensual. And highly addicting. Christian Roth. When I say that name in my head, it's even said with a sigh in there. He is everything you could possibly want a vampire to be. Tall, pale, moves like a predator and oh so sexy. Well, if you're into 500 year old guys with fangs. (Yes, please!) Tara is great too. Going from being sheltered and controlled, in a loving protective sort of way, to being thrown into a world of the supernatural and paranormal all she wants is a normal life. But as they uncover who she really is, normal just doesn't seem possible. This book was so good. I couldn't put it down. It had a little bit of everything. Vampires, demons, fae, werewolves, shifters, hellhounds. I mean it was paranormal reader heaven. There were times it left me breathless, sometimes with surprised shock, sometimes with laughter, sometimes from the anticipation of the dangerous situation and of course sometimes from the very passionate encounters between Tara and Christian. A bit more descriptive than I'm used to, so it was kind of like...whoa *fans self*. But it was written tastefully. As my first time reading a book by Nina Croft, I very much enjoyed it and look forward to reading more of her work in the future!