When artist Brie Lark left her vampire ex and her straitjacket of a hometown to breathe free in New York City, she promised herself two things: she’d never go back to Meiers Corner, and no more vampires. The last thing she expected—or wanted—was to be sent back home on an assignment. But her boss at the FBI needs her undercover on a murder case, working with a black-haired, black-eyed giant god of a man who’s her idea of perfection, except for one thing—he’s a vampire.
FBI Special Agent Seb Rikare is an ancient vampire hardened by loss. He’s cut all emotions to protect himself and leads a deliberately steady, almost sterile life. The brash young woman forced to pose as his lover irritates him, with her jangling bracelets and colorful hair. But as much as she irritates him, he finds himself drawn to her lively spirit and he’s tempted to make fantasy a reality.
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I write wickedly fun romantic adventures and steamy paranormal romances, stories that crackle with action and love. Challenging, alpha men--and women not afraid of a challenge. Oh, do the sparks fly when he meets THE woman guaranteed to infuriate and inflame him most.
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Floodlights snapped on, carving the alley's secrets from the black night. Scurrying rodents, pooled filth — and a corpse, lying on the cold concrete, skin glowing almost white in the lights' harsh glare.
FBI special agent Seb Rikare knelt beside the victim and touched one forensic-gloved hand to the body's neck. No heartbeat, no rush of blood through veins. Still, he made a show of checking for a pulse. There were customs to be observed, after all. The humans from the police crime scene unit would expect it.
Two techs bustled behind him, taking pictures. They'd also dust for prints — and come up empty. The reason gaped, ugly and ragged, on the blue-white skin beside his fingers' light dents.
Twin puncture wounds.
Seb withdrew his hand. Half healed, bruising around them indicating suction. Body drained of blood. Though this was the first such killing in New York City, it was the seventh in the nation. He'd seen the reports. Seen, too, that the murders stitched a line eastward. Coming here.
He'd murmured a suggestion in local law enforcement ears, in case the worst should happen. Call the FBI for an assist. His precaution paid off.
Clutched in the corpse's hand was the damning tourism pamphlet.
Come to Meiers Corners. That small detail spelled big trouble.
A sharp-creased navy pant leg appeared next to where Seb crouched. A male said, "Done by one of ours?"
"Looks that way."
"My master won't be pleased."
"Your master better not find out, Klaus. Or we'll have bigger problems." Peeling off his gloves with precise snaps, Seb rose to his full height beside a model-perfect blond male, his six-foot-nine frame towering over model- boy's mere six-two.
"That's not my call to make. I am but a lowly attaché." The blond cast down modest eyes, seemingly humble, but the hint of a smug smile told a different story. "Lorenzo needs to know if there is a foreigner in his territory, hunting huma —"
"With this serial killer, things aren't quite so simple," Seb said, cutting Klaus off before he could blurt "hunting humans." Seb motioned to the techs to give them privacy. The two nodded and left the alley.
When Seb was sure no one was within hearing range, he turned a dark glare on the other male. Male, not man, because they were no longer strictly Homo sapiens. "Talking vampire business before mortals is careless."
Seb's kind was powerful, but even thousands of superhuman monsters didn't stand a chance against seven billion humans armed with nukes and fear.
Model-boy gave a negligent shrug. "You can just hypnotize them into forgetting."
Seb upped his glare with a growl. "The mind is a tricky thing. I prefer not to tamper if I don't have to."
Klaus only tsked. "You're a bit soft on them, aren't you?"
"And you discount them too easily."
The other male shrugged. "Well, this is Cadre territory. I have no choice but to tell Lorenzo. If there is a blood-crazed youngling here, my master must know."
The New York Cadre organized area vampires like a crime syndicate, but instead of racketeering and prostitution, the vampires traded in power and blood. Lorenzo was its head, and Klaus, despite his youth, was a top lieutenant, connected with the city's police and government.
Seb wasn't Cadre — he owed no vampire his allegiance. "You must keep this secret from him, Klaus. I insist."
"Why?" He glanced at the body, real puzzlement in his eyes. "Why such secrecy over a youngling's unfortunate indiscretion?"
"Indiscretion? For shit's sake, Klaus, a man's been murdered."
"A single dead human? It doesn't endanger our kind with exposure, and our patrols will find the youngling soon enough. We'll bring him into the fold. Teach him manners. Just make this impediment go away —"
"This isn't an impediment, it's a victim." Seb's temples throbbed. "And your carelessness has made you blind. No thirsty, frenzied youngling in the grip of bloodlust would have the control to plant that." He jabbed a finger at the trifold clutched in the victim's hand.
A pair of faint frown lines appeared between the blond's brows. "A tourist brochure? It is the dead man's. Tourists are common enough in New York."
"That's not a tourist, not according to his Brooklyn driver's license. Klaus, there have been six other murders exactly like this."
"With obvious fang marks, partially healed, so they're not fake. If anyone guesses vampire —"
"This is why you joined the FBI, isn't it? To erase our kind's tracks?"
"Yeah, I took care of it." Seb growled. He'd changed the electronic records to stab wounds, vic bled out, even though it rubbed him the wrong way to go against the Bureau's tenets.
But if vampires were vulnerable to disorganized mobs, they really couldn't withstand professional law enforcement hunting them.
As long as they could pass as humans, they were safe. If mortals penetrated the masquerade — the term describing vampires disguised as ordinary people, hiding among them in plain sight — worldwide bloodshed would erupt. Seb's ideals wouldn't mean squat. And, hell, in this case, knowing the real details would only have set law enforcement on the wrong trail.
"So, then." Klaus shrugged. "All's well that ends well, eh?"
"Except it's just started. Take a look at this." He snared a fresh glove from his pocket and used it to work the tourist pamphlet from the vic's tight fist.
"A deliberate trail of bread crumbs to Cadre territory from the Iowa Alliance."
Klaus's face paled. "An Alliance vampire, hunting in my master's territory? It would spark a war."
"It certainly spells trouble." Actually, it spelled e-x-t-i-n-c-t-i-o-n if those two powerhouses clashed. "That's why I told you to say nothing to your master."
The blond dug a clawed hand through his hair then winced. "I can double patrols to try to find the beast, but I can't keep this news from Lorenzo forever. And when he finds out ... Fuck, my master hates the Alliance."
"He and their leader have a past," Seb noted dryly.
"Lorenzo will attack Meiers Corners first and ask questions later, which will spark reprisals from the Alliance, which will light a fuse of vampire death from Iowa to New York."
"Vampires and humans." Seb's anger kindled at Klaus's all-too-typical point of view, considering ephemerals as blood sheep or less. "The real cost will be all the innocent lives caught in the crossfire." He snarled it, his sight bleeding red with temper.
Klaus stiffened. "My lord. I apologize. What do we do?"
Seb took bleak satisfaction that he'd finally gotten past the blond's mountainous ego and into the same area code as his brain. "You liaise with the officials here. The local police are among the best in the world. Let them work the crime scene. If there's any clue to the murderer's whereabouts, they will find it. Step up Cadre patrols, in case I'm wrong and it's simply a stray vampire. Between the two, if the killer can be found here in New York, he will be found."
"And this man?" Klaus gestured toward the body.
"Watch him. It's extremely unlikely that he will rise, but best not to take chances."
"The usual three days' watch?"
"That's just tradition. If he's really dead, you'll smell decay sooner than that. If not, watch him closely the evening of the third day."
"I will do so. Where are you going, my lord?"
"Tracking a blood-starved youngling is one thing. Digging out a clever vampire who's hiding is quite another. We need more information, and I'm going to the source — Meiers Corners."
"I tell you, Sera, I'm never going back to Meiers Corners." I spoke into my Bluetooth headset as I skimmed through the glass doors of 26 Federal Plaza, hitting the Broadway-side concrete concourse at the height of the lunchtime rush.
A pizza delivery guy ran toward me like a bullet. I dodged him then played do-si-do with a nanny shepherding three identically dressed little boys clutching brand-new balls.
One bright red ball slipped from chubby fingers, getting kicked away by oncoming traffic. The youngster's face clouded. Before his thunderstorm could burst, I twisted and lunged, my rainbow bracelets jingling like bells, and caught the ball on a bounce. Tossing it back to the nanny earned me the boy's bright grin, totally worth my getting knocked around by a pair of freight-train pedestrians. I pinballed off a couple traffic bollards before melding with the wonderful, harrowing, organic experience that is New York City foot traffic.
"Never, Brie?" The voice in my ear was warm and compassionate, my friend and, until I'd gotten my job with the FBI and moved, one of my roommates, Serendipity Braun Thorsson. "But it's Oktoberfest. And there's beer."
Practically a microbrewery on every corner. Settled by German immigrants in the 1800s a healthy distance west of Chicago, Meiers Corners had been artisanal before the word was chic. But while Chicago moved into the twenty-first century, the seven thousand souls in the Corners had stayed stubbornly old-world.
As I crossed the street, I admitted, "That's tempting. Not tempting enough."
She knew why I'd left the Corners. Cheating ex and stifling small town might be cliché, but add in the fact that the ex was a vampire? And the town was ambitiously folksy, to the point that my high-school job was making sculptures out of cheese and summer sausage? I was exhausted living with all that day in, day out. New York was the first place I could breathe. "Brie, I miss you." I winced. Temptation punch crowned by guilt KO, the specialty of every Meiers Corners matron. Sera must've learned it from her mother.
"Brie, I miss you."
I winced. Temptation punch crowned by guilt KO, the specialty of every Meiers Corners matron. Sera must've learned it from her mother.
"I miss you, too. Why don't you visit me here? We can take in a Broadway show, go dancing — Oh, shit."
"What's wrong?" Her voice went high, breathless.
I'd been heading for a hot dog cart near the corner and had just spotted a man standing in line. He stood unmoved by the bobbing masses, literally head and shoulders above the crowd.
Only one man I knew that stunningly tall — Special Agent Seb Rikare.
Or rather, not man. I guessed Rikare was a vampire.
"Brie?" Sera prompted.
"It's nothing. A ping on my asshole meter." My last boyfriend had been a vampire. It had not ended well, like a marshmallow Peeps party held in a microwave. I'd vowed never to get involved with another fanged male.
Naturally, Fate, who was a snarky bastard, molded the very next guy I met into my idea of perfection — gleaming black hair, granite jaw, bedroom eyes, and muscles like bowling balls, plus a brain that catapulted him to top agent with the FBI.
I'd have tapped that in a second except for the likelihood that, along with his shield, Rikare carried the extra-large V-size condoms in his wallet.
I wasn't absolutely sure about that. The vampire thing, not the condoms. Except for folklore and guesses, I didn't know a lot about them. Until April, when Sera met and married her mate, I wasn't even sure they were real. Even now, I only had superficial details. They were incredibly sexy. They couldn't be out in the sun for long. They could hypnotize most anything, unless that thing was immune. They had fangs and bit humans.
Bites were orgasmic.
Yeah, my ex and I — we didn't talk a lot, but I got that much from experience.
Seeing Rikare, towering over all the ordinary people, his unearthly beauty shining bright, sent a shaft of lust through me. Mr. Perfection was a temptation I could barely resist. I wanted to plaster myself to his impressive chest and offer my neck as craft brew on tap.
Traipsing down that path had led to tears. Traveling it a second time, expecting different results, was the very definition of insanity. So I'd been avoiding Rikare at all costs.
Under my breath, I muttered, "Damn it, I just want to grab a sandwich. I don't want to deal with him now."
I changed my destination midstride and midblock, nearly running into a bunch of red-faced, suit-wearing businessmen lurching out from a three- martini lunch.
Skirting the clusterfuck of suits, I dropped off the curb to dart through a lucky gap in traffic.
Just as an Audi convertible squealed around the corner — headed straight for me.
For just a moment, I was mad at myself. Damn it, I'd been so wrapped up in escaping Rikare I'd forgotten this wasn't safe-as-cotton-balls Meiers Corners. Then the heat from the Audi's grill billowed onto my skin like the snorts of an angry bull. I was about to be grievously injured — or worse.
Bright terror splashed through me. Time slowed as my brain went into overdrive. A spotlight seemed to halo the Audi, the day darkening around it. The car braked hard, and I pitched myself toward the far curb. In my heightened state, I could tell neither effort would be enough.
In my ear, Sera was yelling, "Brie, what's wrong, what's going on?" She sounded far away, muffled by the hammering of my heart in my ears.
A brick wall hit me, popping me into the air. I landed on concrete airbags. I expected to see the driver's alarmed face as I crashed into the Audi's windshield.
Shockingly, it was Rikare's stern face, mere inches away.
The car hadn't hit me. Rikare had, scooping me up. He rushed to the opposite curb, where he set me staggering on my feet.
In Meiers Corners, I'd have landed amid a sea of horrified faces, matronly expressions grim with censure. Here, no one was even paying attention. Perversely, I was disappointed.
"Thank you for the assist —"
"What was that?" Rikare's hand engulfed my elbow and urged me into motion, cutting off my thanks. Heat penetrated the thin fleece of my hoodie to raise goose bumps on my skin. His growl sounded right in my naked ear.
Some voices are like blue satin, some are like squeaky chalk. Rikare's was smooth whiskey with a bite. Like moonshine. Midnight moonshine.
His low words were accompanied by the soft touch of his breath, a warm caress that aroused the sensitive lobe of my ear and tousled the hair around it. Damn it, think of anything other than how sweet that touch of breath feels. I changed my hair color frequently in fits of artistic expression — maybe it was time to change up my candy-apple red streaked with caramel-brown to purple or green or the bronze of Rikare's skin — Damn it.
Then he hissed, "What the hell did you think you were doing?"
It drove home I'd behaved like a small-town noob. Embarrassment and anger at myself made me snap, "Crossing the street. Thank you for rescuing me. Now if you'll excuse me ..." I tugged my elbow out of his grip.
He straightened. It revealed a set of washboard abs just visible against a thin tee between the panels of an open leather jacket. My gaze rose. A truly spectacular chest jutted at my eye level, when at five-foot-eleven, my perspective was usually around a guy's receding hairline.
"Brie." Sera's voice squeaked in my ear. "What's happening? I heard a man. Is it a mugger?"
I startled. I'd forgotten I was on a call with her. I spun and walked away. "It's a guy I work with." In no way did I work with Rikare. I was in support, and he was in super-special-agent land.
"Is he sexy?" Sera breathed in my ear.
"Yeah. Like my ex was sexy." I sliced a glare over my shoulder at Rikare. It only managed to ricochet off his stony Punisher eyes and cliff of a jaw.
"You had some good times with Derek."
"And you're my friend?" I glanced back. Thankfully, Rikare wasn't following.
The instant I returned to my desk, my supervisor, Mr. Boosey, called me into his office.
"My one-month evaluation?" I tucked my backpack under my desk and trotted after him, hoping for a glowing report. Though currently working support, I wanted to get into forensic art or even become a visual information specialist. Boosey's glowing recommendation would go a long way toward that.
He didn't answer, heading into his office. Stomach dropping, I followed. He pointed me at his guest chair, then sat in his executive behemoth. Putting his desk between us, a distancing tactic.
That was a bad sign. My stomach began to churn.
"I need you to go to your hometown of" — he consulted his smartphone — "Meiers Corners. Tonight."
Yikes. Was he channeling Sera? "During Oktoberfest? Why?"
"I need you on an undercover operation."
Okay, I have to admit that sounded sexy. Brie Lark, undercover agent. "I'm interested. I'm no special agent, though."
"No, but you have specialized knowledge. Ties to the town. You've been specifically requested by the special agent in charge of this case, because he needs that knowledge and those ties."
"He?" An unpleasant suspicion arose.
"Yes. Special Agent Rikare." He motioned toward the doorway.
A frisson of awareness, like a cool ocean breeze on a sweltering day, raised tiny goose bumps on my flesh. I twisted in my chair.
Excerpted from "Night's Caress"
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
The only complaint I had on this wonderful new series was the alternate POVs. It is told equally in 1st person by Brie and then third person from Seb's perspective. And as much as I hated the jar out of reading bliss each time this happened, I'm still giving it five stars. I love, love, love this type of paranormal romance. Of all the romances I read, and there are bookoos of them, this is my go to all time favorite read. I love the vampire world building by the author and loved both Brie and Seb. It reminded me (in a good way) of the paranormal romances of old that I cut my teeth on. Had I known it was told from two different POVs, I'd never had started it. That tells you how much I hate this practice. Which would have been sad cause I'd have missed a great read. ARC provided by the publisher via Netgalley
Simply awesome. I always loved to read books with romance but it is even better when the romance has a paranormal twist. Hot and sexy vampire Seb meets once small town girl and know FBI agent Brie and sparks fly. This book had some amazingly hot scenes that made it feel like it was 100 degrees in here. What happens when the person that is most off limits to you is the person you decide you want? Because of past experience Brie has sworn of dating vampires but what happens when here partner a hot sexy vampire makes her question her once held beliefs? Loved this book. Thank you NetGalley and Mary Hughes for allowing me to read and write a honest review of this book
Investigations by the FBI usually make great thrillers but when you add in that the Special Agent in this story is also an ancient, powerful vampire you have the recipe for a brilliant paranormal thriller and that is certainly the case in this story! The Agent concerned is Seb Rikare and he's heading to Meiers Corner, which used to be the home town of Brie Lark, an artist who also works for the FBI. She's reluctant to return to Meiers Corner after her relationship with a different vampire broke down, but orders are orders! The attraction between Seb and Brie is steamy hot, the case they're investigating dangerous and the story a fast paced, action packed paranormal page turner - I thoroughly enjoyed escaping into it! I'll certainly be looking out for more in this series and by this author in future. I have no hesitation in highly recommending this to anyone who enjoys suspense filled, paranormal, crime fighting romance! I requested and received a copy of this novel, via NetGalley, with no obligation. This is my honest review after choosing to read it and thoroughly enjoying it.
Mary Hughes is a new author for me and I’m very happy I was given the opportunity to review her latest work. I discovered about half way through Night’s Caress (Ancients #1) that it is a spin-off from her series Biting Love. However, there is no need to have read this series first; Night’s Caress works perfectly well on its own and does not rely on the reader having any previous knowledge. I enjoyed it immensely and had no problems falling into that world, but the characters introduced were so interesting that now I must go back to read the Biting Love series to get all their backstories! Mary Hughes has a wonderful writing style. It is very casual and relaxed while at the same time completely compelling and addictive. I had to keep promising myself just one more page or chapter then I’d go do something, only to return to it as soon as I could, repeating this process until it was finished. I was so absorbed in the world and characters created by the author. The characterisations of Seb and Brie were very well done. Brie is a strong, intelligent, and independent woman, wary of anything vampire after a bad past experience. Seb is a very dominant character, with just enough arrogance to be highly attractive, but not so much that he will not listen to other opinions, even if they diverge from his own. He is wary of any emotional entanglements after his past experience; and watching them both move beyond their pasts was an interesting and emotional journey. I was so happy that this book was written from both of their POVs as it allowed a look into both Brie’s and Seb’s mind and thought processes. Many books have a sub heading naming the character from whom the POV is coming; this didn’t happen in this book instead it was a change in person from 1st (Brie) to 3rd (Seb) that was the first indicator that a change of POV was happening. I didn’t mind this switch, in a strange way it suited their personalities, with the more formal 3rd person suiting the ancient vampire. Even though many of the secondary characters had their own books or novellas in the Biting Love series they were presented in this book as fully developed with enough backstory so that new readers could easily follow the relationships between the characters without including too much repetition for readers that have followed on from the original series. I was thoroughly entranced by my first experience of Mary Hughes' work and I’ll certainly be following up with her back catalogue of titles. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys character driven paranormal romance with a touch of action to keep it interesting. *Advanced Reading Copy provided by publisher in lieu of an honest review.
When artist Brie Lark left her vampire ex and her straitjacket of a hometown to breathe free in New York City, she promised herself two things: she’d never go back to Meiers Corner, and no more vampires. The last thing she expected—or wanted—was to be sent back home on an assignment. But her boss at the FBI needs her undercover on a murder case, working with a black-haired, black-eyed giant god of a man who’s her idea of perfection, except for one thing—he’s a vampire. FBI Special Agent Seb Rikare is an ancient vampire hardened by loss. He’s cut all emotions to protect himself and leads a deliberately steady, almost sterile life. The brash young woman forced to pose as his lover irritates him, with her jangling bracelets and colorful hair. But as much as she irritates him, he finds himself drawn to her lively spirit and he’s tempted to make fantasy a reality. Review: This is an off shoot of the Biting Love series, and in fact we see some of those characters in this book. I liked this book. It had a different feel to me than the Biting Love series or maybe it is because it has been a long time since I have read them. I remember the other books being a little more funny and sarcastic in the dialogue department. The scenery was very description, you got a real sense of being in Meiers Corner. This was a much more action and dramatic story to me, especially in the second part of the book. Like I said I liked it, but for me it lacked a little something. I cannot put my finger on what it was lacking or why I did not like it more. Brie and Seb were interesting and had great chemistry. The intimate scenes were well-done, nice and steamy, once they gave into their insecurities. Good start, will have to see what happens in the next book. 3.5 Stars *I voluntarily read an advance reader copy of this book provided by the publisher.*
Night's Caress is a vampire/romantic suspense by new to me author Mary Hughes. Night's Caress reads like it is part of a series but I had no problems reading it standalone. If you like your vampires big and brawny and a bit judgmental you will love Seb Rikare. It took me a whole lot longer to warm up to him than it did for our heroine Brie Lark. But the further I read the further I got caught up in the action and love. There is a fight scene that had me yelling out loud! It may be the first I’ve read by this author but I can assure you it won’t be the last.