Chicago private investigator Kira Graceling should have just kept on walking. But her sense of duty refused to let her ignore the moans of pain coming from inside a warehouse just before dawn. Suddenly she finds herself in a world she’s only imagined in her worst nightmares.
An immortal war has been brewing in the darkness…and now one woman has stumbled into the shadows.
Chicago private investigator Kira Graceling should have just kept on walking. But her sense of duty refused to let her ignore the moans of pain coming from inside a warehouse just before... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“No wonder the thought of you, grapes, and some scented massage oils crossed my mind-and if you drop that towel again, I'm going to need a cold shower.”Kira to
“After last night, Kira knew that his tongue felt like a vibrator set to the speed of Oh HELL Yeah."”Kira about Mereches
“It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she’d captivated him.”Mencheres
“Her arms curled around his neck as she savored the tremors that still shook him. A profound sense of belonging filled her, as if something long restless inside her had found its home. For several extended moments, she didn’t even want to speak, lest words break the rightness she felt. Then she looked past Mencheres’s face to see the pile of their clothes directly under them. Several feet under them, in fact.“What?” she gasped. A glance around confirmed what her eyes first told her. That wasn’t the wall brushing against her back anymore. It was the ceiling”Kira and Mencheres
“Why did you close yourself off from me so I couldn’t feel you?” she asked, resting her elbows on his shoulders.His gaze slid over her breasts, compressed now against the wall of his chest. “It is a poor lover who ensures his lady’s pleasure merely by letting her feed off his own,” he replied with the hint of a grin. Kira chuckled. "I don't think you have to worry about that. Ever.”Kira and Mencheres
“See, that’s the real scary thing right there.” Cat leaned forward, her voice lower but more intense. “Mencheres clearly has a thing for you. That tape and seeing firsthand how he acts around you proves it. Normally, I’d say live and let love, but the last woman Mencheres fell for was an evil, murdering bitch. He couldn’t bring himself to take her out until she almost destroyed everyone—and I mean everyone—close to him, me and Bones especially. So you’ll understand if the sight of Mencheres making goo-goo eyes at you strikes fear in the hearts of me and anyone else who lived through what happened the last time that man had it bad for a woman.”Cat to Kira
“Menkaure had many names depending on the translation. Mycerinus, Mykerinus, and Mencheres, among others. I received this tattoo on the first day of my appointed reign when I was twenty-two years old, just six months before I became a vampire. I am not one of that Pharaoh’s descendents you read about. I am that Pharaoh. I merely used the name Mencheres after I left Egypt.”Kira’s mouth opened and closed, as if she had suddenly forgotten how to speak. He waited. After everything else she’d been through, he did not fear this revelation would prove too much for her.“But that Pharaoh was from way, way, way back in ancient times. He has a pyramid in the Giza Plateau. That can’t be you! You said you were older than dirt, but—”Mencheres and Kira
“Older than dirt,” she muttered. “Who knew you were underexaggerating?”Kira to Mencheres
“Do I feel too ancient to you now?” he murmured. “Too different from the person you loved before you knew this?”Her eyes were already glowing green, and her full lips parted. “No, you don’t feel too ancient.” Her voice was husky. “Or too different. You feel like mine. Whoever you were, whoever you are . . . you're mine.”Kira and Mencheres
Perhaps the moths knew what he didn’t, that the joy of the flame was worth the price of destruction.Highlighted by 52 Kindle customers
Kira knew that his tongue felt like a vibrator set to the speed of Oh Hell Yeah.Highlighted by 41 Kindle customers
“Bath toys are reserved only for the oldest, most lethal vampires. I have a full century to age and another thousand men to kill before I reach that hallowed landmark.”Highlighted by 29 Kindle customers
“Bubbles. On a scale of one to ten, a bubble bath has to rank a zero as far as things I’d expect an older-than-dirt, bad-ass vampire to indulge in. The only thing that would surprise me more was if you pulled out a rubber ducky.”Highlighted by 28 Kindle customers
Ever had a mob of villagers armed with torches and pitchforks burn your house down while screaming ‘death to the wampyre!’? I have, and it’s irritating beyond belief.”Highlighted by 27 Kindle customers
You feel like mine. Whoever you were, whoever you are . . . you’re mine.” Mencheres smiled, his fangs stretching to their full length. “So you have spoken, so it shall be decreed. For all eternity.”Highlighted by 27 Kindle customers
“Because sometimes I enjoy things regardless if they are beneficial to me or not.”Highlighted by 22 Kindle customers
“Don’t worry. I think Mount Everest is gorgeous, too, but that doesn’t mean I have any intention of trying to climb it.”Highlighted by 20 Kindle customers
“First bubble baths. Now Disney parks. You’re shattering every creepy vampire myth I’ve ever heard.”Highlighted by 18 Kindle customers
“Dead or not, you must be bored with women telling you how you look like the hottest, most exotic wet dream they’ve ever had. No wonder the thought of you, grapes, and some scented massage oils crossed my mind—and if you drop that towel again, I’m going to need a cold shower.”Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
Chapters 1 - 35
Preceded by First Drop of Crimson.
Preceded by First Drop of Crimson, and followed by This Side of the Grave.
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