Elusive Hero: Invitation to Eden (Vampire Queen Series Book 12)
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Authors: Joey Hill
Tags: #vampire queen, #vampire romance, #joey hill
Vampires drink blood, they’re superior to humans, and they’re sexual Dominants. Every vampire knows those truths. A vampire’s human servant is property, plaything, pawn--and the only living being a vampire can trust. Though she may own him, body, heart and soul, a human servant keeps a vampire from feeling alone in her dangerous, political world. But Kaela has a secret. She’s a vampire with a burning need to submit, to belong to a Master, and definitely not a vampire Master, who will use the advantage for political or emotional domination. But what kind of human male will consent to becoming a vampire’s servant, a 300 year life of utter servitude, to be her Master behind closed doors? An invitation to Eden offers her the chance to discover her elusive hero…and indulge the bliss of surrender.
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We are very pleased to issue your Invitation to Eden, an exciting series from 27 of the biggest names in romance. Join us as we take you on an exciting adventure to Eden, where anything--and everything--goes!
by Joey W. Hill
Copyright 2014
A book of the Invitation to Eden series and
A Vampire Queen Series novel
Storywitch Press
Charlotte, NC
Elusive Hero
A Vampire Queen Novel
eISBN: 978-1-942122-02-9
Print ISBN: 978-1-942122-03-6
Published by Storywitch Press
Charlotte, North Carolina, USA
http://www.storywitch.com
Cover Design by Frauke Spanuth
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Invitation to Eden’s November Releases
More About the Invitation to Eden Series
This book ended up being a much bigger project than originally intended, so I owe a very special thanks to Lauren and Lee, two wonderful readers who did a proofing run in the eleventh hour for me, as did my critique partners Ann Jacobs, Sheri Fogarty and Angela Knight. Thank you so much, ladies!
I also wanted to send tremendous thanks to author Lauren Hawkeye/Lauren Jameson for launching the Invitation to Eden series and organizing the efforts of the 27 authors involved. Herding cats is a piece of cake next to herding authors! Lauren, you have my gratitude and admiration. Thanks for including me.
And thank you to the many Invitation to Eden authors who have been working to cross promote all of us throughout the life of this project, with special thanks to R.G. Alexander, Eden Bradley and all the Smutketeers. As one of the authors coming in during the last couple months of the series, I’m particularly appreciative of all the cross promo, and hope I was able to return the favor with my limited marketing skills!
Last, but not at all least, to my husband. Since this was our first independent publishing effort, he had sole technical responsibility, donning a publishing hat to learn how to bring Elusive Hero to all of you. I was far too busy writing it (not to mention I’m a technology dunce), so without his help, it might still be living only on my computer (laughter). He’s a treasure, as always.
I hope you all enjoy Kaela and Garron’s story.
“Your tithe is late. And you have no valid excuse for it.”
“With respect, my lady, I told you why it was late. We’ve had trouble this quarter…”
“That is a lie.” Kaela folded her hands on her desk and met the gaze of the male vampire. He’d sat down in her guest chair with a casual sprawl, stretching out his legs and hooking his ankles, as if the chance to study his powerful, handsome form was a special gift he’d brought only for her. It didn’t impress her. She was all too aware this meeting could end with her tearing his heart out of his broad chest and spattering blood over every square inch of her home office. She should have held this meeting in the garage with its built-in drain, but that likely would have aroused his suspicions.
“You think I’m a fool, Greg. You want to test the female vampire overlord, see if she’s really capable of controlling you, worthy of your obedience.” She let the tips of her fangs show. “You will provide the funds you owe before you leave my property. You will also pay me the funds for next quarter, as a sign of respect. Once you make your payment, I want you out of my home and headed back to yours.”
Her gaze flicked to the clock, mostly for effect, because every vampire over the age of fifty instinctively knew the time of day. She was tipping over a hundred and seventy-five years now. Young for an overlord, but female vampires tended to mature faster. A necessary survival trait.
“It’s three hours to dawn, and you live two hours and forty-five minutes from here. Waste any of that time with argument and you’ll be suffering a terrible sunburn.”
She was gratified to see him straighten in the chair, his posture tensing. While she didn’t shift by an inch, she was coiled to strike, ready for this to turn into a fight. She shut down any fear, any reaction other than what she’d been charged by Lady Lyssa to do.
Serve me well, Lady Kaela. That is what I require.
She’d done so, and would continue to do so. Until another vampire was able to kill her.
Everyone knew Lady Lyssa had appointed her. That would give any vampire pause, because the head of the Vampire Council was terrifying. Further, Lady Lyssa didn’t make careless choices. So while the former might have them speculating that Kaela was Lady Lyssa’s friend, under her particular protection, the latter would have them wondering if she was a far more lethal opponent than she might appear.
Neither of those statements had been true when she’d become overlord, but Kaela had learned how to do what needed to be done so now the latter
was
true. Lyssa had said the magical words, hadn’t she? Words that, if she’d known the impact they had on Kaela, would have ironically kept her from being considered for the post, and she would be dead by now. Or worse.
Greg held her gaze. Kaela didn’t twitch, holding that lock. If he attacked, he would come straight at her, using brute strength. A feint to the right should do it, an attack to the left, because he was right-handed. She would go for the throat, take out the meat of it. It didn’t kill a vampire, but it was agonizing, crippling. As he writhed on the carpet, she could decide whether to stake him or let him live. He was thirty years older than her. Not a large margin, but male vampires tended to be stronger than females of similar age, no different from most species. It merely meant a female had to plan her attack more carefully.
Soon after Kaela had accepted Lady Lyssa’s appointment, she’d killed five of the vampires in her territory, with the full support of the Council. The California territory had been rife with corruption and illegal behavior, thanks to the previous overlord thinking he was too far from the Council for his activities to be of concern. He’d gathered a group of stronger vampires around him, cronies he allowed to terrorize the weaker vampires, circumventing Council rules, risking exposure to the human world with their bloodlust. She knew about it firsthand, because she’d been part of that territory, doing whatever she could to protect the weaker vampires and playing a dangerous game of politics to hold onto what she had, a string of personal security companies that gave her eyes and ears in key places.
Not bad for a made vampire who’d once been a Confederate spy.
Greg shifted, and averted his eyes. It was a point for her, but she didn’t relax her guard, because it could be a ploy before an attack.
“Will you take a check?” he asked.
“A wire transfer. Fran is outside and you can give her the information. You may do that now and leave as soon as she verifies it.”
He rose with a stiff nod. “My lady.” This time he meant it.
She waited until he’d reached the door. “Greg?”
He turned to face her again, not giving her his back. “Yes, my lady?”
“I will not forgive this type of behavior twice. This is your only warning. You can benefit from being in my territory, profit from my leadership. I am fair. I will support and protect you as long as you follow the rules. If you do not, this was your last chance at leniency.”
He gave her a short bow of acquiescence, and she marked with further satisfaction the way he was taking her measure, with more uncertainty and nascent respect. At her dismissal, he slipped out of her office, closing the door behind him.
She took a breath, one that went all the way down to the soles of her feet, and let it out. A tremor swept her, fueled by the sudden sick flopping in her stomach. She let the reaction have her for about thirty seconds before reining it back in again. Everything had its proper time, and she kept it all on a strict schedule.
She’d accepted the need to embrace a persona that really wasn’t her own, but despite her hope that assumption could become reality, a much stronger part of her embraced something different. Something she could only indulge in a rich, solitary fantasy life in the short period before dawn claimed her for sleep. Or that brief time each night when she first woke. It was like one of those fairy tale curses, where she could go where she wished only in her dreams.
But she wasn’t complaining. She was here to serve. Whether she realized it or not, Lyssa had given Kaela the one outlet in her real life that helped her balance the denial of the rest.
Serve me well.
Less than five minutes later, her servant knocked and was granted entrance. “That was the fastest wire transfer I’ve ever done,” Fran said, a twinkle in her somber brown eyes. “He’s paid in full, with one quarter in advance, my lady.”
“Good. Do you have my travel arrangements in order?”
At that, the twinkle disappeared. “Everything’s in your carry-on. Front pocket has all the paperwork.” Fran took a breath and stared a hole into the surface of the desk. “I also packed in case you changed your mind about me accompanying you.”
When Kaela said nothing, Fran’s jaw set. “I really don't like this,” she blurted out. She flushed. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to be impertinent. It’s just…how will you get blood, my lady?”
“The same way I did before I had a servant. Don’t question me, Fran.”
Fran was an Inherited Servant, trained from birth to serve vampires, so the faint reproof was enough to have her dropping her gaze. Kaela was surprised the woman had been that forward, but Fran was worried about her. It touched her. It also made her weary, eager to be away.
“I'll be gone ten days. Take the money I've given you, take a vacation.”
“You’re going to Miami. How can you protect yourself during daylight hours? Do they know…”
“Stop it, Fran,” she said sharply. “I'm quite capable of caring for myself.”
It wasn’t her servant’s fault that she couldn’t fulfill Kaela’s true needs. Because Kaela understood what that felt like, only too well, she softened her voice, just enough. Everything always had to be so calculated. There were times she thought the precision of her life would slice her into pieces.
“You are a credit above and beyond the ranks of Inherited Servants, Fran. I am rewarding you by giving you some time off. Enjoy it. Be whatever you desire to be for ten days and don’t worry about me.”
“I am a servant, my lady. My only desire is to serve you.”
That Kaela would think anything different obviously puzzled Fran. Kaela cursed her mistake. Though the possibility of terminal violence with Greg hadn’t unsettled her in a way that could affect her judgment, the implications of this trip were something different. But she kept her mask in place.
“I know that. Which is why I’m commanding you to go enjoy yourself. Find a handsome Master in one of the clubs and offer him the pleasures only an Inherited Servant can give. You’ll ruin him for anyone else.” Kaela let her lips curve, her eyes glitter. “Come back with all sorts of lovely bedroom stories for your Mistress. We’ll experience the pleasure of them together.”