BORN IN CHAINS
A MEN IN CHAINS NOVEL BY CARIS ROANE
"Sexy, cool, edgy romantic fantasy…Prepare to be enthralled."
—New York Times bestselling author Lara Adrian on Ascension
A VAMPIRE IN CHAINS.
Adrien is an Ancestral vampire, one of the strongest of his kind ever to exist. Scarred, tormented and extraordinarily powerful, he's been imprisoned high in the Himalayan mountains…until a beautiful woman releases him from his chains and demands his help.
A WORLD IN DARKNESS.
Two years ago, Lily's home was invaded by vampires who killed her family and kidnapped her son. Now she has one mission—to get him back. And the only man who can help her is a vampire whose strength has made him legendary. But can she ally herself a creature who frightens her…and ignites her darkest needs?
AN IMPOSSIBLE LOVE.
As Adrien ushers Lily into his hidden vampire world, he must show her that his kind can be trusted. But when saving her son requires her to unleash a weapon that will destroy his entire race, can he say the same for her?
"A thrilling new series! I can't get enough of these sexy warriors!"
—New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter on Ascension
About the Author
Caris Roane has authored over fifty published Regency romance novels and novellas under the name Valerie King. In 2005, the Romantic Times honored her with a Career Achievement award for her Regency work. Men in Chains is her first paranormal romance series. Caris lives in Phoenix with her two cats, one of which is named, Sebastian, after a favorite vampire. When she gets a third, he'll be called Jean-Claude.
Caris Roane has authored over fifty published Regency romance novels and novellas under the name Valerie King. In 2005, the Romantic Times honored her with a Career Achievement award for her Regency work. She lives in Phoenix with her two cats, one of which is named, Sebastian, after a favorite vampire. The "Guardians of Ascension" is her first paranormal romance series.
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Born in Chains
Book One: Men in Chains Series
By Caris Roane
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2013 Caris Roane
All rights reserved.
Chained to a cavern wall, Adrien hung forward from his shackles, arms shaking. The short length of the wrought-iron loops prevented him from falling to his knees, but after hours of torture he couldn't stand up straight and his shoulder joints were loose and screaming.
The torturers had come and gone.
Through his pain, he heard his half brothers calling to him, shouting his name, forcing him to concentrate.
He tried. But something else snagged him. The power that always hovered just at the edge of consciousness, the power of the Ancestrals that he rejected every day of his life, whispered to him, She's here.
The vision came over him and his heart seized. He could feel the future in his bones as the images pressed in on him, of a beautiful woman with soft highlights in her light brown hair, gold earrings sparkling and dangling past her chin, a warm smile on her lips. She wore a deep burgundy velvet gown, the color of blood, trimmed with what looked like gold crystals over a bodice that revealed a deep line of cleavage. Her shoulders, arms, and back were bare. And he felt something for her, something that called to his vampire soul, something that made him strain against his manacles.
He needed to get to her, to be with her, to keep her safe.
The vision rolled.
Let's go, she said. She extended her hand to him. He took it, then just as he felt the softness of her palm and fingers, the vision ended, dissipating like dust in the wind.
But not the sensations left behind, the need he felt to be with her, to get to her. He strained harder in his chains, hurting himself all over again.
Suddenly his stomach cramped and his body seized. He cried out in agony. He heard his brothers shouting at him but he couldn't respond.
The vision of the woman had ignited his blood-hunger.
Getting just enough blood while chained up had been another form of torture. He and his imprisoned brothers suffered the agonies of blood-hunger, the cramps, the saliva that thickened in his mouth, the dreams during the daylight hours of piercing a vein.
If some act of fortune didn't break in his direction soon, blood-madness would follow.
"Adrien, talk to us. Adrien."
He recognized the voice. Lucian, his oldest half brother, the one who carried the sins-of-the-father in his soul. He'd been the one to break them out of their father's compound, leading them into a new life of shedding years of intolerable pain and channeling all their ensuing rage into fierce fighting skills. They'd become peacekeepers in their world.
"Adrien, come back to us, brother." Marius this time.
The pain ratcheted up, from both deep bruises and surface cuts. He'd been lashed with a whip then beaten with its stick end. He wasn't sure which hurt worse.
"Adrien, answer us." Lucian again.
He tried to speak, but his throat felt washed with fire. In the middle of everything, he'd shouted his pain and his rage.
Fortunately his blood-hunger began to dissipate, and he opened his eyes. Man-made dry-stone walls separated him from his two brothers, so that they were lined up on one side of the cavern like horses in stalls.
I'm here." His voice was barely a whisper.
But vampires had excellent hearing, so Lucian and Marius shouted their joy that he was still alive. They'd been in this Himalayan hellhole for the past year, sent here by the Council of Ancestrals, now ruled by Daniel Briggs, the monster who had chained them up personally, adding a touch of his preternatural power to the manacles so none of them could escape.
Lucian called to him again. "Adrien, repeat the vows."
The vows. Yes, the vows had held them together all these centuries, from the time of their escape from the monster's experiments on his young.
Adrien tried to join in. His lips moved, but he couldn't make the sound come out.
"In times of chaos, what feeds the will?" Lucian shouted the words.
"Blood!" His brother's voice resounded through the cavern, catching Adrien's soul and easing his pain.
"What feeds us in the midst of destruction?" Lucian once more.
"Blood!" Marius cried.
"Throughout our lives, what serves the body?"
"Blood," Adrien whispered, trying to do his part, but a thousand whip marks all over his body still trapped his voice.
Pain. So much pain.
His turn to recover today. They'd each been put under the whip once a week, beaten and sliced up repeatedly. Sometimes the women who performed the torture brought clubs and battle chains just to mix things up.
"Adrien, do you hear me?" Lucian called out strong and loud. "Give the response. We're waiting for you."
Adrien blinked back the stinging sweat that dripped into one of the cuts on his cheek. His dark hair hung in damp clumps in front of him. The humid air, the torture, and his sweat created a cloud of wet stink and pain. Hanging as he was, his shoulders ached as though fire burned in each. He needed to draw himself back, but he could barely move.
"Adrien," Lucian called out again, his voice sharp and commanding. "Give the ritual response. Now."
"Blood," Adrien said, the word like a soft scratch against wood, a mere hush in the dark vaulted cavern. A metallic taste filled Adrien's mouth.
He spit on the floor and tried again. "Blood." Still a hoarse whisper. "Blood." Louder. "Blood."
He repeated the word until his vocal cords decided to function again and now he shouted into the jagged stone walls.
He kept shouting until his brothers joined him. "Blood, blood, blood."
His strength returned slowly until at last he reached back and grabbed the heavy links of black wrought iron. He drew himself upright, his cut feet bearing his weight and causing a new round of agony. But at least his arms weren't threatening to pop out of their sockets. He hooked his elbow in the slack loop of the chain and laid his head down on his arm, the only way he could sleep.
Yes, sleep was what he needed, but just as he might have drifted off his thoughts snagged on Daniel and the Council he ruled, which had allowed him to send Adrien and his brothers to the vampire prison in the Himalayas.
Over the past two years Daniel had ripped the vampire world apart, removing authority from the five smaller local courts and transferring it to the weak-willed, poorly governed Council of Ancestrals. He was growing in wealth in a heinous, soulless manner, by dispossessing well-to-do vampires of their fortunes and selling off extensive mineral rights to a human named Harris Kiernan, a typical man of his species, full of greed and little else.
Adrien wanted both Kiernan and Daniel dead so that they could do no more harm against the vampire world. But mostly he wanted Daniel dead, his body burned, bones ground to dust, and every last element salted.
He nodded against the chains, his body aching head-to-toe. So help him God, yes, he'd see Daniel dead.
And with his determination shored up once more, he fell asleep.
* * *
As darkness fell, and with a lantern in hand, Lily Haven moved up the path that led to the secret cavern prison.
She walked behind one of the jailers, a female vampire of Indian origin, her skin slightly paler than that of her human counterparts. The woman flicked the black leather handle of a whip, a sign of preference, ownership, usage.
Lily couldn't believe she was here, that any of this was happening, that vampires existed and she would soon be bound to one.
The blood-chain around Lily's neck, the tool she'd be using to take control of a large male vampire, vibrated almost painfully.
She could feel him now, and the terrible pain he endured, the one whose blood had been forged into the metal that now hung in thin loops around her neck.
Harris Kiernan had warned her what the female guards did to the prisoners, torturing the men to the point of death, each of them once a week, something that had been going on since shortly after the prisoners' arrival a year ago. He'd told her to prepare herself for a rough ride on every front — that her job here in India, to take charge of the vampire known as Adrien, would only be the beginning of a difficult trek.
Difficult didn't begin to describe her journey of the last two years. It had started with an attack on her neighborhood while she'd been visiting her sister in Oregon. A vicious group of vampires had gone through her neighborhood on a rampage, killing, raping, and stealing, an event the US government still called "an unparalleled gang-related attack." That night she'd lost what was most precious to her: a beloved husband, a daughter Jessie, just five, and her son Josh, who had been eight at the time.
She'd grieved without cessation until two months ago when she'd learned that her son was still alive. Josh, now ten, still lived, which is what had brought her here. Kiernan had held her son captive for two years, though well cared for, she'd been assured. And all Lily had to do to get him back was take charge of a powerful vampire and use him to find what was called an extinction weapon. Then Josh would be returned to her.
* * *
Lily carried a damp washcloth in her free hand, intending to hold it to her nose given the terrible conditions in the cavern-turned-prison. As she drew near the opening, she saw that the doorway was lined with intricately carved stone blocks, a sign that she had entered a secret vampire world.
The first hint of the stench inside reached her and she jerked her wrist, bringing the washcloth to her face.
The woman glanced at Lily. "Some say it smells like a garbage bin behind a restaurant, only a hundred times worse. I don't smell it, of course. I've got a nose like a hyena." Then she laughed, whipped her head around, and moved within. "Like the prisoners inside, anyone can get used to the smells."
Lily remained for a moment near the entrance, breathing through her mouth as much she could, the washcloth pressed over the bridge of her nose. Finally she lifted the lantern high and followed, watching as dirt gave way to a floor made of stone pavers.
Crossing the threshold, she saw that the space rose to at least fifty feet in height, a typical-looking cave made of jagged dark rock, although portions of the walls appeared to have been worked with chisels at one time. Maybe there were even patterns but given the dim light, she couldn't tell.
She hadn't gotten more than fifteen feet when a wave of dizziness washed over her and she stopped.
The dizziness again. From the time she'd put the chain on, her senses had come alive in a way she'd never experienced before, as though she could know things if she just focused.
But this time the feeling of knowing became more and more specific until the space in front of her shifted, moving fast all around the edges. A vision emerged as the women brought one of the prisoners from his individual space, an open cell separated from other cells with walls of stacked stones. She recognized him from the dossiers she had on each vampire. He was the one called Adrien, the one she'd be taking with her.
He was naked, the state all the men were kept in, and his dark hair, not quite black, hung in lank, filthy strands almost to his shoulders.
He stared from beneath tight brows as he walked forward, a kind of soft light illuminating her vision. The chains between his manacled feet dragged against the stone, making a scraping sound she wouldn't soon forget. Male guards stood nearby with Tasers, one of the most effective weapons against vampires. Something about the vampire metabolism made them susceptible to electricity.
Adrien was tall, six-six according to the file on him, and much paler than the resident Indian counterparts, clearly descended from European stock. Despite the length of his captivity, he was well muscled, and in this vision he didn't have a single wound or scar on him. He was incredibly handsome, his cheekbones strong, a shallow indentation in his chin, his lips full, his brows straight. She had seen pictures of him, but she hadn't been exactly prepared for the breadth of his shoulders or the flexing of his powerful thighs as he moved.
She was drawn to him, something she didn't want to be feeling at all given that he was what she despised most: a vampire.
Now she sensed the time sequence. Two hours ago. He'd been tortured only two hours ago.
The vision continued as the guards threatened to use the Tasers unless Adrien did as he was told. He obeyed, backing up to the wall. The guards slipped the loose chains from each manacled wrist over hooks on the wall.
When the whipping began, Lily closed her eyes, but the vision didn't care and showed her everything anyway, straight into her head, each strike on Adrien's flesh, each cry from his lips, blood flowing from wound after wound until his flesh peeled away from his body in a hundred different places.
The women took turns flaying him, eyes glittering, nostrils flaring, sweat flowing from the work it took to wield the whip and make the cuts as deep as possible.
Not until Adrien passed out did the vision begin to fade.
"Hey, human, you in some kinda trance?"
Lily blinked and her eyesight returned; her sense of smell as well. Somehow in watching the vision, she'd taken the washcloth from her nose. She returned it now and only with tremendous effort kept from vomiting.
"Take me to Adrien," she mumbled behind the terry cloth.
"You're in luck. He's still hanging from the obedience hooks." The woman laughed once more. "These prisoners never learn."
Lily wasn't far from Adrien now. She could feel him, as though she already knew him, but the sensation rankled. Adrien, and all his kind, deserved to disappear from the face of the earth, so why should she care about his pain? He was a vampire, like the ones who had destroyed her family and her neighbors.
As she turned the corner of one of the high walls made of flat stones stacked neatly on top of one another, there Adrien was, just like in the vision, cut up and beaten. But because two hours had passed, he was well on his way to healing. Like the rest of his kind, he had a powerful ability to recover from the most severe wounds within hours.
He rested his head on the chains, but with his eyes closed, he held himself upright, feet planted over a foot apart.
She set the lantern on the floor. "Where does he go after a whipping?"
"Back to his stall, not much different from this. Smaller."
With the damp cloth still pressed to her face, Lily glanced at the stone floor at his feet. He stood in a pool of dark blood, his blood, and what she assumed were layers of dried blood beneath.
She tore her gaze away and lifted her chin. The chain-based visions wanted to return, sweeping over her, but she pressed them back. She had seen enough for now.
"Leave this cave," she said to the woman.
"You heard me. I want to be alone with the prisoner."
The woman opened and closed her mouth, then shrugged. She slapped her whip against her hand and muttered something about human bitches that needed to be drained dry.
When she was gone, Lily drew close to Adrien, standing only four feet away. She continued to breathe through her mouth and held the washcloth close. Even with half-healed cuts all over his body, he was magnificent, like something sculpted from marble. His brows, however, were pulled into a tight knot.
But as she stared up at him the chains hummed, and she knew a deeper truth about the vampire: He was trying to figure out not how to escape, but how to murder someone. She felt his determination as though it released in his sweat.
* * *
Adrien returned to consciousness, but he didn't know why. He was only partially healed, and his body throbbed with pain. Usually he'd sleep for hours to complete his healing process as quickly as possible.
Yet something had awakened him, but what?
Above the usual filth of the cavern, he smelled a scent different from the vampires who usually took shifts — a human smell, one that filled him with rage.
He despised the world of humans, always taking what they wanted no matter who got hurt, or robbed, or dispossessed; the way they traded, for a few miserable dollars, the flesh of their kind into the forbidden sex-slave rings of his world, never to be seen again. And the way they illegally purchased the mineral rights of the caves Daniel Briggs stole from his fellow vampires.
And now a human was here, a woman, in the Himalayan prison.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The whole book was extremely repetitive.
Really poor editing. The dialogue was repetitive and the aurhor was also a little too repetitive with her characters in their animosity. I feel the story would have been better if the editing had been. I've never reaf this author before so I'll give the next book a shot in hoped that the writing and editing improve as the series progresses.
Oh wow! This was an incredible different twist on the vampire world and I,for one, loved it. (Altered flight, splitting forms etc) I adore Ms. Roane's other series as well. Hurry up April for Lucian's story. Action, love and, definitely incredible sex. (235 pgs)
Lily's family was killed by vampires. But two years later she finds out her son is still alive. The way to get him back is to put a blood bond chain on herself and Adrien. Adrien is a vampire being imprisoned with his brothers for a year. She is a locator and they want her to find an extinction weapon that would kill all vampires in exchange for her son. They must fight fanatics and other vampires while searching. Couldn't put it down. Loved the story and characters. Lily and Adrien both learn that no all humans and vampires are bad. Steamy sex.
Rarely would I give a bad review, but I could not even finish this book. It is so unrealistic that I had to force myself to turn the page. We Hate each other, but all we can think about is our lust and sex. We are in dire trouble but all we can think about is lust and sex. We look at each other and all we can think about is lust and sex and so on and so on. For me a good romance has a moving plot with too people slowly coming together seeing a building desire. Not every three pages we cannot stop our lustful ways.
I loved, loved, loved this book. Highly reccomended :)
Story was just okay and felt unedited. Some themes were very repetitive, especially certain dialogue. e.g. is it the chains or is it something more? Yes, we get it...Adrien suffered a lot as a child, it's been two years since Lily lost her family, etc. Other scenes were abrupt and suddenly over. Quick read, but I won't be reading other books in the series.
Such a good book, love this story love all her books a must read
Started off slow, but soon ifound that i could NOT put my nook down!!!!! Love love loved it!!!!"
At first I found the story to be a little strange. As the story progressed though I found it to be quite an enjoyable read and extremely interesting. Much what I expected from Ms. Roane.
I just finished reading this book and thought it was great read. Can't wait the next book to come out to see how the story proceeds. The characters had depth. The relationship is believable as it evolves. The story was so interesting that you had to keep reading to see what would happen next. I totally enjoyed this book.
This is the first book in a new vampire series by Caris Roane. First books always mean introduction to the new world. You have to learn if the vampires are born or made, can they reproduce, do they have destined mates, all that jazz. There was not a ton of new material to learn to get current in Roane's world. I appreciate the simplicity. Adrien was a gentleman, considering all he has been through lately. I was afraid he might try to devour Lily from lack of blood, but he restrained himself. He never gave her too much lip even when he thought she agreed to the mission for money. That is so far from why Lily signed on. As a mother, I could identify with Lily. If she did not have so much at stake, she probably would have given up several times. I enjoyed the book. I liked the way the book wrapped up. Had a solid HEA for Adrien and Lily while setting up the next book.