Golden Vampire

Golden Vampire

by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

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Golden Vampire by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom

For former cop Jesse Stewart, giving herself—mind and body—to sexy vampire Lance Van Baaren meant losing her soul. Hired by the government to find a senator's missing daughter, she instead found a haunting link to her past. And now something is drawing her to the one man she should despise….

Once a knight, Lance had sworn to protect the innocent. And one of those young innocents had been Jesse. Now face-to-face with the alluring woman she has become, he's determined to help Jessie solve her case and make her his own. But would finding the truth of her past—and the Blood Moon—push her further away?

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780373618576
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 03/22/2011
Series: Vampire Moons , #2
Edition description: Original
Pages: 288
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.60(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Linda Thomas-Sundstrom is an award-winning author of contemporary and paranormal romance novels for Harlequin's Nocturne and Desire imprints. Vampires, werewolves and spirits are the usual inspirations for this writer who swears she has "paranormal" in her genes, but a contemporary holiday story can, Linda says, be just as magical. Linda lives in the West, juggles teaching, writing, family, and caring for a ranch, and loves to write.

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The man was running for all he was worth—flat out, effortlessly, over snow-dusted ground. He was, Jesse Stewart decided, idiotically underdressed.

His riding breeches, or whatever they were, were beige and formfitting. He wore black boots to his knees. A white shirt, long-sleeved, composed of some kind of soft fabric, billowed as he moved, stretching out on either side of a wide-shouldered torso, no doubt rippling with effort.

Jesse adjusted the binoculars.

From a distance, the man was a speck of movement in a green landscape filled with old shapes—mountains, forests, vast stretches of meadow sprinkled white for the winter. Tall trees formed stark canopies to the north and east, lush against a gray sky streaked with the pink of an approaching European sunrise.

Jesse manipulated the lenses to get up close and personal.

The guy's hair was a shoulder-length, silky curtain of gold, at least six or seven inches longer than her own hair. Automatically, Jesse's free hand went to her somewhat dark, damp and matted locks. She couldn't remember the last time she'd brushed; maybe the day before. Primping wasn't her forte.

Once upon a time, she'd worn her hair long, as most young girls did. But long hair was trouble, and high on upkeep. Long hair gave the bad guys something to hang on to in a fight—although her fighting days had been over for some time now. For the most part.

Lowering the binoculars, adjusting her headset, Jesse frowned. The running man moved as gracefully as an animal. He was a thing of beauty, a bit of tension both at odds with and somehow wholly a part of his surroundings.

Did he chase the clouds? Outdistance a storm? Did he run for the sake of running? For the sheer exhilaration? Had he lost his horse?

Who was he?

Why did he run?

Trained to take in details, Jesse couldn't seem to break the habit, even on a routine helicopter flight. She held tightly to her binoculars, knowing on some internal level that though this guy presented a pretty picture, something about the scene down there seemed off.

Give or take the possibility of the man losing his equine pal, it had to be thirty degrees outside. The guy wasn't wearing a coat. In thirty-degree weather, the great breaths he had to be taking would be painfully icy. He'd be a freaking ice cube by now. Yet he ran with a certain joyousness that Jesse thought she could perceive. Her own legs were antsy from being cooped up. She could have used a jog.

Another interesting point, she noted, was that the guy on the ground didn't seem to be following any visible track, path or road. They were a hundred miles from the nearest city of merit, and a distance from the closest village. The only thing near this place, so the map beside her suggested, was an old castle, long since fallen to ruin. Nothing else. No dot of civilization bigger than a pinprick.

"Hey, Stewart. What are you staring at?" The air in the chopper stirred with the question. Jesse's concentration shattered. "Earth to Jesse."

Jesse turned her head. "Stan, can you note this place? Exactly?"

"This isn't anywhere near where we're heading," her pilot said. "It's just an isolated spot in the middle of nowhere."

Then why would he be in it? Jesse continued to wonder. Where would the guy down there be headed? It seemed the old adage was always true—that the devil was in the details.

"There's a castle here." She again hoisted the binoculars, hating the way her pulse thudded as though she were the one in that landscape moving faster than anyone had the right to move. She could hear her heartbeat drumming in her ears beyond the whop-whop of the chopper's blades. Fast and irregular.

Interesting. Vicarious running, maybe? The desire to be out of this flying tin can and stretching her cramped muscles? Even on a private jet the long trip from Los Angeles to Europe always took its toll. The chopper was icing on being stuffed into a tiny space.

"Castle?" Stan snorted. "I wouldn't call it that. More like a pile of rubble right out of a scene from Frankenstein. "

"You've seen it?"

"Only from up here. We're talking isolated and none too inviting. Picturesque though, if you're a horror freak."

Stan might have said something else; Jesse didn't listen. Through the lenses she watched the man on the ground slow, and knew the chopper would soon pass him by.

She didn't take her eyes off him when she turned her head and the binoculars bumped against the window with an intensity she figured might cause a black eye. The guy had stopped right in the center of a snow-covered field, his upright body looking like an exclamation point. An eerie chill slid up the back of Jesse's neck. More chills followed, and a need to speak.

"Take her down, Stan. Please."

"We're going to be late as it is," Stan protested. "We have an assignment, remember? They're waiting. It's almost full daylight."

"Take her down. Just for a minute. Circle if you have to."

Heavy sigh from Stan. "Okay. You're the boss."

Yes, she was the boss. The assignment was waiting. Heads of state, no less, requesting her personally for this one. She'd actually been recommended by the FBI.

"Hang on," Stan said teasingly, as if a chopper harness would allow for anything more than the slightest movement in any direction.

Jesse pressed her forehead to the Plexiglas, curious about her reaction to the scene below. She'd always trusted her instincts. She'd built her business around those instincts. You couldn't find missing people for a living and be on top of that game if you lacked fine-tuned abilities.

Right now, she could feel Stan eyeing her warily. Rumors resurfacing, she guessed. Rumors that had rippled through the old precinct labeling her "psychic." What a crock. Anyone with half a brain knew there was no such thing as powers derived from the cosmos. Intuition, yes. Hard work and good resources, yes. Cosmic connections? Hell, no.

"Down we go," Stan announced, circling the chopper in a wide arc, coming up on the target from behind.

The target remained still while the wind assailed him from all angles. Jesse's heart gave a lurch, having nothing whatsoever to do with the copter's movements. An odd few seconds of dizziness came and passed. The golden hair, the breeches, the way he stood there, seemed so strange. Almost…erotic.

A punch of anxiety made her hands shake and her heart rate spike. Suddenly, Jesse wasn't sure about harassing the man. She wondered what he might think. A chopper coming from nowhere and then almost chasing you down when you're minding your own business had to be some sort of rude awakening, especially out here in the middle of nowhere.

She repositioned the binoculars, feeling a bit like a voyeur. With the subject in full view, she sucked in a breath, rolled her tense shoulders and fended off another jolt of anxiousness that read like honest-to-God discomfort. She wanted to shout for Stan to lift the bird, though for the life of her she didn't know why. She even opened her mouth to issue the order. But then, in that same moment, the man below looked up.

The chopper shot past, flying low like a pestering bee.

Jesse had to turn her head again to see the guy brush back his hair. She got a brief glimpse of a pale, chiseled face, expressionless, for all the predictable irritation of the grass and twigs the chopper was kicking up.

"Back," she barked to Stan, chills now covering both arms beneath her jacket, her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth.

Another look was what she needed. Not because the guy down there, when viewed full on and in the quickest glance, had been shockingly handsome, almost godlike in a European-nobility kind of way, but because his chest, seen through the unbuttoned shirt open to his navel, wasn't heaving from the effort of all that distance, and the speed with which he'd traveled it.

He had to have run a couple of miles at least since she'd first sighted him.

More than that. She had to double back because of the way he stood there, motionless. Because of the way her blood ran hot beneath her chilled skin over the entire ordeal. The guy didn't flap his arms to keep out the cold. He hadn't raised a middle finger in any kind of universal sign language that would tell them to buzz off. He hadn't flung any expletives their way that she could see. He just stood there, waiting.

She could hardly breathe.

Stan banked in the air and returned for a second pass. Jesse's stomach dropped along with the descent.

There he was. Unmoving. Still as a statue, and looking, in his open-legged stance and white shirt, like a candidate for Adonis status. The closest thing she'd seen to something like him had been years ago in Paris, at the Louvre, carved in marble.

Hey, bud, Jesse wanted to say. Looks aren't everything.

Looks could, as a matter of fact, be deceiving. Usually were.

More shivers rocked her, the closer they got. Bone-deep shivers. The man was actually brutally handsome. Yes, that was the right description. Brutal. So inhumanly gorgeous, he hurt the eyes.

A second round of dizziness hit her, making it difficult to focus her eyes, let alone the powerful lens. The rolling sensation in her gut turned queasy.

Did she want to remain here?

Did she want to get closer?



Why not?

The shakes were always precursors, forewarnings, of her internal alarm system kicking in. This one cried out Red Alert! But it was too late. They were floating now, hovering some twenty feet above him. Jesse didn't reach for the speaker controls. She maintained a stranglehold on the binoculars in her lap.

"You do know how rude this is?" Stan's voice was loud in her earphones.

Sure she knew it. She wasn't an imbecile, and hadn't gotten to lead this particular crime-busting unit due to charm alone. Or looks. The perception of her actions just didn't matter at the moment. Guilt didn't enter the picture. Only one question remained to be answered. Who was this guy?

He looked up.

Jesse looked down.

Her eyes met his through a full quarter inch of windshield.

Time seemed to stop. Breathing stopped.

The chills on the surface of her skin solidified. The noise of the chopper's blades faded into a distant thrumming sound as Jesse's heart sputtered, suspended, as if she was about to free-fall. As if she had somehow slipped into those incredible blue eyes boring into hers and…

As if she knew them, somehow. As if she knew him.

Captured. She was captured, the victim of a gaze so intensely piercing, so all-consuming, that Jesse couldn't pull herself away or utter so much as a single syllable of protest. Though the chopper was holding her up, the man's blue eyes dragged her down. She felt so very cold all of a sudden, and needy. She felt as if those eyes of his were touching her all over, with open access to her most private places.

Vertigo hit as she squeezed her thighs together, accompanied by a stupid desire to go down there and view those incredible eyes up close. Ask him what the heck he was doing, and why she felt as though she might have known him in the past, somewhere. Find out why his gaze was.intimate.

Moisture gathered on her brow in direct contrast to the chills. Jesse watched, mesmerized, horrified, as the man's lips upturned at the corners in an arrogant half smile. She watched his beautiful mouth form a silent word.


A knee-jerk reaction lifted her butt off the seat, harness and all. The chills became waves, hitting, moving, hitting—sensory bombardment of the cruelest kind. Every one of her nerve endings tingled. Every cell screamed.

There didn't seem to be enough air.

But he couldn't have said her name. He could not have known it. She'd allowed her imagination to run away with her reasoning skills. She was jet-lagged, that's all. She hadn't slept more than two hours at a stretch in the last week. This slipup was a rare one. She was nothing if not diligent. Notoriously diligent. Anything less and she'd have been dead long ago.

Fact. The distance between them did not close. That was a physical impossibility. Yet damned if it didn't seem to close. Damned if that guy down there wasn't a creature of nearly heartrending beauty. And damn it to hell if he wasn't also some kind of discernible omen.

Out of the corner of her eye, Jesse noticed Stan lifting a hand in greeting, or perhaps in apology. The movement, so close beside her, snapped her back. She caught Stan with tight fingers on his sleeve. After a shake of her head, she looked back at the man on the ground and inhaled a breath of stale air to get herself together.

"Got the hots for guys in period costume, boss?" Stan asked, obviously amused by her behavior. "Think how far info like that might go in the unit."

Stan, slightly rotund and visibly rough around the edges, had always been good for a laugh. But not this time. Jesse was trembling—arms, legs and everything in between. Her heart couldn't have pounded any harder. Her face was numb. Beneath her frozen skin, her blood boiled in her veins. Her thighs quivered with an unmistakable desire to be down there, next to a man she couldn't possibly know. She'd just experienced heart-stopping desire for a stranger! A damn marble statuelike man whose arrogant upturned lips had given her the weird sensation of having formed her name.



"Out of here now, boss?" Stan asked. "If it's a guy you want, I'll volunteer. I'm pretty sure there are boots somewhere in my closet."

Stan was speaking. She needed to listen. But the man down there just wouldn't let up.

The man was.

Jesse sat back, absorbing what now felt curiously like a wave of panic that brought on another stomach drop. A word struggled to the forefront of her mind that might finish her dangling sentence. That word was blinking brighter than a traffic signal. Etched in a laser beam. It was a word to explain the inexplicable. A reason for the sudden, unwarranted desire, and also for dispelling any urge to see him up close.

It was the reason for not finding out firsthand what kind of long pointed teeth no doubt lay hidden behind those arrogant lips.

Feelings of rightness poured over Jesse, rerouting the cold. She knew the answer to her question suddenly in a burst of insight. One word explained all the rest.

Her whole body cried out. Terror, hatred and disgust bubbled up from her throat with a taste of oxidized iron.

"What is it?" Stan asked, eyeing her with a swinging sideways glance.

"Vampire," Jesse whispered, her mouth exceptionally dry.

Lance Van Baaren stood his ground, staring up at the disappearing helicopter as if his race against the rising sun didn't matter.

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Golden Vampire 4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
SandraS75 More than 1 year ago
This one is dark, deep and great. It got me thinking, definitely not easy read. You have vampires [good and bad], werewolves and in all that I see people that lost so much, hurt so much are trying to heal and do good as much as they can. They evolve through all that pain and accept things that can't change taking the next step for the right reasons. It would be great to have a sequel with other six guardians joining our pair plus Stan :).
SusanM_NightOwl More than 1 year ago
Golden Vampire will wrap you into a story that you will not want to put down. The tension and mixture of emotions that the main characters Lance and Jesse bring into this story remind me of the vampire movies of my youth. Even a vampire needs love; some more than others and it's the redeeming qualities we look for in our presumed bad boys. There is tragedy, pain, unresolved emotions, and tortured lives that are a part of this couples soulful journey as it keeps you turning the pages in anticipation of how this story will play out. Linda Thomas-Sundstrom has written a thrilling vampire novel that is sure to waltz off with the heart of the reader. Golden Vampire is a book that is well worth your time and money with a riveting plot and a heart-wrenching relationship to leave you anxious for more. I love finding a new author that writes memorable stories and I definitely recommend reading Golden Vampire by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom. Enjoy!
fictionalromance More than 1 year ago
Linda Thomas-Sundstrom magically found a way to bring love, suspense, passion and danger into one dynamic paranormal story. What I liked best - Linda combined the best of several romantic sub genres in one story making the plot/story easy to read and fall in love with. I couldn't put the book down. Once I picked the book up, I lost track of everything around me. Lance's historical past is what makes him dreamy yet his vampire lineage gives him a dangerous edge. His character was one I won't be forgetting for a while. Let's not forget Jesse, the female heroine. She's a boatload of power herself. While working to find a missing daughter of a powerful government official she keeps a secret from her co-worker/pilot. She does so to spare him the pain of knowing that other human like creatures do exist. In the process, she meets Lance. With hatred for the immortal, she wants nothing to do with him but her body and soul says otherwise. This book has it all.
harstan More than 1 year ago
The Feds send former cop Jesse Stewart and her crew, known for rescuing missing persons typically in an extraction, to go to Slovenia to bring home the kidnapped daughter of a U.S. Senator. While in Europe on her mission with subordinate Stan having her back, Jesse meets vampire Lance Van Baaren; who in spite of her attraction to him she assumes he is evil. However, Lance is a Guardian, pledged to protect the innocent and to keep vampire blood pure. He offers to help Jesse on her quest as evil rogue vampires have captured the young American girl. As the human and the vampire team up, she realizes who he is as he saved her life from a vampire assault when she was a child living in Los Angeles. This is an exciting romantic urban fantasy starring two strong lead characters with a history. The entertaining story line takes its time to introduce the players and the Thomas-Sundstrom world of Moon-Vampires, but once done the plot goes into hyperspeed. Fans will enjoy this twisting thriller whole wondering who will get the last bite. Harriet Klausner
LASR_Reviews More than 1 year ago
You know me." The embodiment of sex and sin is ready to claim the woman in his heart-unless she refuses. Talk about a tough decision. Lance knows he wants her. He needs her. But Jesse isn't about to give in easily. And let me tell you, I loved watching the push/pull in this story. I know when I pick up a book by Linda Thomas-Sundstrom, I'm in for a good time. Golden Vampire doesn't disappoint. I'm a sucker for the vampire subgenre of romance and this story packs a wallop. The characters are dynamic and strong, making me want to root for them, even when they aren't getting along. Add to the action, Ms. Sunstrom's inventive vampires, and I couldn't put Golden Vampire down. Lance is an enigma. He's not a living being and he's not exactly dead. The guy is in limbo and man it stinks. But he's determined to keep Jesse safe. I liked the twists and turns involved in his journey with Jesse. Every time I thought the story would go one way, it went another. I liked being kept on edge, rather than assuming things with Lance. Jesse is a ball of problems and yet, she's the strongest female character I've read in a while. Sure, there are moments when she wants to surrender to Lance-he's hot, so why not?-but she can't. It added piles of tension and kept me in my seat. Oh and you can't have a Linda Thomas-Sunstrom book without her wolves. They served as a great plot twist I'd hoped to see and am glad she used. If you want a paranormal story packed with tension, action, and one seriously hot vampire, then this is the book for you. I give Golden Vampire 4.5 books. Originally posted at The Long and Short of It Romance Reviews.
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