The Guardian. An immortal with incredible strength, created centuries ago to protect the purity of the vampire bloodline and fight those who would abuse its power. As one of the seven Blood Knights, Mason LanVal spent lifetimes honoring his vows without wavering. That all changed the night he found Faith.
Faith James will do anything to save her missing sister. Even if it means risking her own life. She sought Mason for help. Instead she found more questions, and the key to unlocking her own latent Lycanism. She is a woman and a trueborn Lycan, so her pull on Mason is twice damned. Yet he can't tear himself away.
With just one kiss, the blood gift Mason gives Faith sets in motion an all-consuming desire that is forbidden to indulge, but impossible to ignore .
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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Faith James wanted to fight what was happening. She wanted to shout expletives and punch somebody, but no one was in the car with her, and there was no time to stop and think about alternatives. She was a surgeon in a Miami hospital of merit, yet here in a remote corner of southern France she was out of her element, and feeling anxious.
Something felt off. And it wasn't just because she had left the last town of any notable size behind more than an hour ago. Her heart had been pounding for the past six miles of dusty one-lane roads. She had always been sensitive to feelings; almost supernaturally aware of things other people didn't perceive or care to acknowledge if they did. This gift was a boon in her work. A James family trait.
But jet lag tended to scramble everything up. Fear didn't help any, either, or the fact that bad feelings didn't come with a guidebook.
More to the point, it had become quite evident that some James females didn't cope well with the supersize sensitivity of others. Her sister, Hope, for instance, instigator of this last-minute, nerve-racking trip to France.
"What the hell, Hope?" Faith muttered, driving too fast in the dark, taking an impossibly tight curve in a slide of gravel. "What made you leave that tour? What were you thinking?"
It was too dark to see the slip of paper lying on the passenger seat, but that was okay. She had memorized the name of the person the French police liaison recommended to help her find her sister. Mason LanVal lived out here, in the middle of nowhere, a recluse no doubt as crusty as this bumpy road.
It may have been well past the civilized hour for a house call to a person who didn't even have the courtesy to own a phone, but she couldn't have waited until morning to find LanVal. Her sister had been missing for seven days now. Way too long. She didn't want to imagine what that might mean, and kept her mind from going there by getting angry.
"Damn it, Hope. Where the hell are you?"
She swiped at the prickling sensation on the back of her neck, a subtle warning that at this time of night, in pitch-dark, with the forest canopy blocking out everything but the blue sweep of her headlights, she shouldn't have come here alone. Even for such a dire cause.
Her body was telling her this.
Vibrations surfed the bare, bronzed skin of her forearms. She wasn't breathing properly, couldn't get enough air. It was as if the trees used up all the oxygen they produced with none to spare, and every now and then she got a noseful of damp, alien greenery that nearly made her choke. Her knuckles ached from her tight grip on the steering wheel.
This place was everything Miami wasn't. Dark. Remote. Unfamiliar. Underpopulated. Hell, that was an understatement, she thought, since the area didn't seem to be populated at all.
"And it's too damned quiet!"
Other things lived here, of course, if people didn't. Not the kind of animals found on bustling Miami boulevards in fancy cars, but real animals. Furry creatures that kept darting out of the way of her tires, causing her heart to lurch. She felt that spike in her heart rate again now as her tires hit another pothole. Cursing, she glanced up and caught a glimpse of something large in the headlights that she had to pull the wheel hard to avoid.
The car swerved, missed traction, spun. Darkness swirled in a vortex of flashing lights, followed by a terrible screeching sound. Heat slammed into her. She missed a breath.
Reeling, Faith wrenched the door open and was out of the car and running, without regard for the steaming rental, its hood tight up against a tree, its lights flickering as if they barely had any life left. She ran blind, into the dark forest, her mind grappling with what she'd seen in the headlights.
She'd seen her. For real, this time, not just wishful thinking about a face in a crowd. Hope's face had flashed in the light in this godforsaken place. Dark hair. White features. It seemed impossible, absurd, a miracle. Everyone in this part of France was looking for Hope James, and Faith had just stumbled on her by accident?
What were the odds of that happening? Still, she knew every expression on Hope's young face. She had seen them all as she watched her little sister grow up. It was a shame her own promise to look out for her rebellious sibling hadn't turned out to be so easy. But right now, nothing else mattered except finding Hope and making sure she was safe.
"Stop!" Faith shouted through air that seemed thinner off the road where the surrounding blackness greedily enveloped her.
Maybe she was hyperventilating.
Gritting her teeth, she took in sharp, earthy smells, part vegetation, part animal, that ripped her further from her comfort zone. It was a damned forest, for God's sake, the type of place she'd spent a lifetime avoiding.
Raw nerves were overheating and starting to burn as her legs churned. She tripped, righted herself and sprinted on. The word flashlight came and went, unhelpful since she hadn't thought to pack one and probably wouldn't have remembered to grab it if she had.
White face. Dark hair
What was her sister doing here, anyway, so far from anything, and even farther from home? Why would Hope be out at night in a place like this, whatever the reason for her disappearance?
"Hope!" she shouted again, ignoring the sting of barreling through low-hanging branches, and the ache in her left hip where she had rammed up against the steering wheel upon impact. Adrenaline was fueling her run, a jolt better than ten cups of caffeine, a rush she needed to get this far.
But questions continued to plague her as her fear escalated to near scream level, like why her sister hadn't stopped when she'd shouted her name. Hope would have recognized the voice of the sister who had raised her, even if she hadn't liked her much lately.
None of this made sense. But then, very little about her sister's life had made much sense lately.
Faith pressed on, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dark, her mind looping back to the glimpse of impossibly white skin against a swirl of glossy black hair, attributes so opposite from her own blond, tanned appearance that their mother had once described the James sisters as "Night and Day." Different from the beginning.
Hope had once clung to her big sister for support and direction, Faith remembered longingly, until teenage rebellion and hanging with the wrong crowd had severed that bond. For some time now, Hope had resented her older sister's accomplishments. The fact that Faith had been so busy with medical school had made matters worse.
Night and Day.
"Damn it! Where are you?" Faith called, her muscles twitching with uncertainty, her fear of densely wooded places pummeling at her with an intensity only those kinds of innate fears had.
There! A flare of white on black ahead.
Another wave of nerve burn hit Faith dead on, tightening her jaw to the point of real strain. The burn, the fear and the impulse to scream were all physical warnings, big red flags. That white patch ahead seemed an unnatural glow under the trees, and nothing like the illumination of a moonbeam or a lantern. The light ahead didn't feel light at all. It felt oppressive.
Chills overcame the heat flushing Faith's skin, leaving her icy. As she backed off her pace, the trees seemed to press closer, squeezing the rest of the air out of her. On legs like lead, she slowed to a walk, concentrated harder.
Warnings. Red flags.
Had something been wrong with that image of her sister?
Two more steps Utter freaking silence.
Then, without warning, pain came crashing in. Vicious, searing, blinding pain that was acute, unimaginable, unbearable.
Faith cried out as she collapsed in distress. An ominous vertigo caught her up in a tailspin as she hit the ground with ringing sounds in both ears.
Jesus. Had she been shot?
The pain was.
Thoughts fled, overpowered by a sudden odor of blood drifting upward. Acrid, metallic, cloying.
No mistake. She smelled this same thing every day at the hospital. Only this was her blood.
God. Hang on. Think!
Panic never helped anyone.
Her leg. The pain was radiating upward from her right leg. Reaching out with shaky fingers, Faith found a thick band of steel cutting into her, several inches above her ankle, slicing all the way to the bone. She hadn't been shot. She'd stumbled into some kind of old, rusty trap, the kind hunters set out for wolves and bears.
Hell, did they even have bears in France?
The scent of blood grew stronger by the second, flowing from a wound impossible to see clearly. The trap was like a vise, tearing into her with each frantic move she made to free herself. She'd been caught in a corroded, torturous device that civilized people in this day and age would protest as obscene cruelty to animals. Had someone forgotten about it? Left it here for years?
Desperate to stanch the flow of blood, Faith tore off her blouse. With the last of her frantic energy, she wrapped the silky fabric around her leg, as low down as she could reach, and tied the sleeves together to form a makeshift bandage. After that, even the horrors of how terrible this injury actually might be began to distance themselves. The act of breathing became a chore. Hissing at the thought of defeat with a flare of fiery anger, Faith looked up through eyes refusing to focus to see someone standing over her.
Real person? Hallucination, due to blood loss?
"One too damned many," a deep, almost growling voice declared as Faith fought, with no luck, for the ability to ask this stranger for help.
Mason had scented the blood easily, as others soon would. Particles of it wafted in the close summer air, a heady draw to an unmistakable spot, no GPS tomfoolery necessary.
One of the traps set by the bloodsuckers had been tripped, and they were bound to know about it.
Inhaling deeply as he walked, processing the scent, Mason picked up his pace, determined to get there first, knowing this particular catch would send the monsters into a frenzy. Female blood was a vampire delicacy. This catch was young, her fragrance more like the first blush of a fine burgundy wine than the usual saturation of copper and aluminum. The brightness of her scent caused his muscles to ripple with apprehension and his legs to carry him faster along the darkened path.
There was something else, he decided as he walked. Her scent had an unusual component he identified as similarity. He had come into contact with a related scent recently, in the blood of another female caught out here too close to this night to be coincidence. But that other female had been human. This one wasn't. Not quite.
This female's flavor held an undercurrent that seasoned the air with the taste of pepper. Humans didn't have anything in them to resemble that, which meant that his nasty neighbors would have a field day if they were to get their hands on such a unique specimen. There was no doubt about what they would do to her, beyond the torture of catching her in their filthy trap in the first place.
A strange female.
She was alive, Mason knew. Though badly injured, he sensed a spark of life curling within her. He imagined he heard her heart's fluttering beat. It wasn't surprising for him to sense a flickering life force. Immortality equipped him with highly sensitive internal modifications. He perceived every animal and beast within a quarter-mile radius, every living thing with blood in their veins.
He had freed so many creatures, both two-legged and four, from the traps lately, making sure to complete his rounds each night. Too many people had disappeared from the area since his ghastly neighbors had taken up residence in the abandoned chateau next to his own estate. People in the towns were starting to notice. Soon the authorities would be nosing around.
This female was icing on the bloody cake. Missing women tended to whip the public into hysterics. Two missing tourists in a row, and.
Mason frowned, cutting the thought short.
The female's scent intensified suddenly, balling into a solid wall of gut-wrenching awareness that brought him to a halt. His skin blazed with a telling lick of fire that heralded the rise of a long tamped down thirst. His fangs extended with a sound like a sigh, as if the woman in the trap was an open invitation, and so much more than a task.
But he wasn't like them. He was no bloodthirsty monster, the bane of present-day civilization. He hadn't acted upon his cravings in all these centuries gone by, not since drinking his maker's blood in order to become what he was.
Temptation had no part in the boundaries that defined him. Blood-celibacy set him apart, and kept him apart. Yet his fangs suddenly ached for a dip into dewy feminine flesh. For a sip of that fragrant blood-wine. Other body parts of him were rising to the wrong occasion, as well, excited, urging him to get to this woman, or whatever the hell she might be, with haste. His very soul seemed to react to the narcotic femininity perfuming the air.
Swallowing back his baser instincts, linking them to the crass reminder of how low his monstrous cousins, the blood spin-offs called vampires, had sunk, Mason started out again, way too attuned to what lay waiting.
All that blood in the air close enough now to reach out and touch.
He found her just yards away, in a blood-drenched clearing. She was sitting down, rocking back and forth, doubled over at the waist with her hands scratching at the iron contraption holding her. There was blood on the trap and pooled on the ground. The great iron jaws had snapped her right shinbone, below the knee.
He felt her pain, hot and terrible and pulsing outward from her in waves. The atmosphere was thick with the stink of trauma. Yet this female didn't cry out.
Mason settled his gaze on her with interest, able to see details clearly in the dark, eyeing the massive trap and its destruction with the knowledge that any decent hunter stumbling upon this kind of damage would have put the injured animal down.
This was, of course, no animal.
"One too damned many," he said.
Too many casualties.
She didn't appear to have heard him. She was shaking violently with her head thrown back and her eyes half-closed with pain. Her frantic hands moved over the bands, searching for a release trigger, finding none. The trap was so heavy it couldn't have been dragged an inch, even if she hadn't been injured so badly. But she hadn't given up. Not yet.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
4STARS Guardian of the Night has werewolves,werehunters, vampires and one of seven Guardians that are part vampire but stronger they were made to destroy vampires and keep thier blood pure. Faith James from Florida has come to France to find her sister that left her tour bus in the wilds of France. She crashes her car when she sees her sister and chases after her. She finds a animal trap that broke the bones and cut deep into her leg. She uses her shirt as a bandage to slow the bleeding. She knows she is in serious trouble because she is surgeon. Mason LanVal finds her and knows that others will be coming for her. He is undecided how best to help her and keep others from looking closely at him. he takes her to her car but realizes that he can't use it to take her to hospital. He can give her a drop of his blood that it would heal her but years ago he comitted to keep from giving his blood to humans. He realizes that she is not fully human and maybe that will protect him with his vows. He was a Knight long time ago and was invited to a castle and given a quest. To become like a vampire to stop vampires from spreading. They chose seven Knights these three vampires that lived in the castle. They only fed from each other and will end thier life after the seven are made. They put some of thier blood in the Challace and drink from it. Causing thier death and by the power of the Challace awake reborn. One of the seven was to take the challace and hide it from everyone else because of its vast powers. He can destroy the vampires in this area he has done it before but he belives that one of the seven guardians did not keep thier vows and he is waiting for him to show up and then get rid of them. He takes Faith after giving her a drop of blood to the werewolves he believes they will protect her till she can heal. Finds out that she is one of thier kind. Mason is drawn to Faith and can talk to her mind and she can talk to him too. Tells the wolves to protect her even from him. Its a good storyline. Thier is one love scene at the last of the book. Has a few twists. I wonder if thier will be more books coming about the other six guardians. I was given this ebook to read in exchange for honest review from Netgalley. 06/05/2012 PUB Harlequin Harlequin Nocturne
If you're looking for a steamy romance for a hot summer afternoon by the pool, this will fill the order like a giant glass of iced tea. Loved this story. When Mason and Faith are apart, as they have to be due to her injury and his agenda, their thoughts connect almost telepathically because of a drop of blood he gave her to save her life. This makes for a very personal, romantic connection between these two charming characters. A very sexy and satisfying read, it's quick paced and fun. Once again, Sundstrom has delivered an entertaining story, spot on for lazy summer days -- or nights!
Read this last night after getting it a special Barnes and Noble book party. Stayed up to finish because I couldn't put it down. This is a fast-paced, sexy book. Guardian of the Night is smooth. The blood knights are incredible immortals from the times of the round table that are still around today. This is Mason Lan Val's story. An immortal who has never veered from his original path, and whose loneliness after all that time is rewarded (with a lot of stumbling blocks getting in the way) by a chance meeting with a woman on a mission of her own in the French countryside. The book has something for everybody--- immortals, werewolves, hunters, vampires, and a couple with lots of heat. I read a lot of the Nocturne books, and this one is a stand-out.
At times hard to understand and follow. Had to re-read paragraphs to fully understand what the author was trying to convey. Found myself flipping through pages to just get to the end. Lost interest!