Night Fall on Dark Mountain
Delilah Devlin
Copyright © 2015 Delilah Devlin
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After the death of one of the members of the super-secret police unit aligned with the Vampire Council in southern Florida, werewolf Max Weir becomes the chief suspect. Sure a greater villain has used a were-clan’s hatred of vamps to strike against the unit, Max travels to the mountains of North Carolina to seek the truth and hopefully renew the centuries-old truce between the weres and vampires.
Alec Weir has a problem on his hands. The new sheriff on Dark Mountain must walk a fine line between upholding were-clan laws and saving his vamp-loving brother from certain death. Alec must find the traitor in the clan responsible for the attack on the vampires or watch his brother die. If that wasn’t enough, his chosen mate, Stasia McGwyre, seems to still hold a candle for Max.
Note: This book was previously published as
Silver Bullet
but has been revised.
For more Night Fall Series stories, watch for these titles:
Bad to the Bone
A Knight Living Dangerously
To those of you who’ve read me before—hello, friends! To new readers, welcome to my world!
The Night Fall series is acquiring a life of its own. I really should have known after the first Night Fall story came so strongly and vividly to me. Emmy Harris and her incessant talking haunted me for weeks until I agreed to write her story. But she was a joy—a ray of pure sunshine.
Then Quentin seduced me with his wicked smile and glib tongue—and oh, what a tongue!
Truly, Madly…Deadly
flowed with lot of humor.
Joe Garcia was so lonely and angry after losing Darcy and his humanity that I quickly caved and wrote him a “happy ever after” too.
Then came Max. There was something about his dark, brooding intensity that grabbed me—he’s kind of like that with his women. (Why didn’t I know then it was a family trait?)
Navarro smoldered in the corner for a couple of books, patiently waiting for me to notice he hadn’t been attended to. When I put Sidney in his path, he was very grateful (after getting rid of his annoyance and celibacy!).
Then came Alec, Max’s brother, in
Night Fall on Dark Mountain
.
This story wasn’t easy—wasn’t the least bit fun to write. It did get this author very, very hot. But this was a darker book than any I’d written before. I didn’t want to write it—what would readers say?
Could they forgive me for hurting a beloved character? Would they understand Stasi’s and Alec’s need for rough play? Or Stasi’s need to be conquered? You tell me.
Quentin is asking me to get on with the next story—he’s hurting and wanting resolution. So how do you want me to end it?
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Sincerely,
Delilah Devlin
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H
e met her
at the water’s edge as she returned from her solitary walk, her bare feet sand-encrusted, and her steps slow and measured. One hand pressed the small of her back—a disquieting gesture that caused him no small amount of alarm. The purple of dusk was reflected in the circles beneath her beautiful brown eyes.
“Darcy-love, why didn’t you wait?” Quentin Albermarle slipped his arm around his wife’s slender back, not surprised when she leaned into him to share her burden.
“You wouldn’t have enjoyed yourself.” She lifted her head to stare into his eyes, one brow arching in amusement. “I wanted to watch the sunset.”
Her teasing smile warmed his soul. How had he lived before knowing her? Now, he couldn’t remember a night that didn’t begin and end with her. “Well, you have me there,” he said softly. “Sunset’s not something I’d find the least bit pleasant.” He turned her in his arms and settled his chin on the top of her head as his hands smoothed over her stretched-taut belly. “Still, I’d prefer it if someone accompanied you when I can’t be here. It isn’t safe,” he said lazily, enjoying the breeze that lifted her dark hair to float against his chest and the pleasure of her warm body aligned with his. “It’s not like we haven’t enough hirelings to spare one for your walks.”
“I wanted a little alone time, and the sky was light when I started.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m walking a little slowly these days.”
Quentin’s jaw clenched at the familiar fear that struck him. Her ordeal wouldn’t be something he could conquer for her. And he suspected the Lamaze classes he’d endured at her insistence were as much for his benefit as hers.
Taking a deep breath, he let the air hiss between his teeth and watched the slim gold line that rimmed the navy sea blink out. “More reason to stay inside the compound, don’t you think?”
“The walk was nice. I can’t get too flabby, or I’ll have hell to pay getting back in shape for work.”
Quentin had his own thoughts about how she looked—her features were a little less lean, but softer and more feminine. He also had rather strong thoughts about whether she should ever return to the police force. But there was time for that discussion later. “You’re beautiful and wearing my favorite shade of blue.”
Darcy looked down at her sky blue sundress and snorted. “You know darn well this blue is the color of your eyes.”
“I know. Seeing you covered in it makes me feel like my ownership’s stamped all over your body.”
“I’m wearing your colors, hmmm? You are a primitive man at heart. I like that.”
“And feeling downright primal at the moment. I didn’t like not finding you beside me when I woke.” He let his words rumble, then admitted the truth, “I was worried.”
“I’m sorry. I was restless, waiting for you to wake from your beauty rest. Besides, I only have to worry about the things that go bump in the night, right?”
He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her fragrance—her mother’s raspberry soap and her own feminine musk. “Were-bastards don’t fry in the sunshine,” he growled, knowing his comment would get a rise out of her.
“Hush!” she said, smacking his hand. “No name calling. Remember, Max is my friend.”
He smiled into her hair and lightly squeezed her belly. The child within complained and delivered a solid kick just beneath his hand. “I was thinking of dear old Max when I said it.”
“You really need to learn to get along with him. I know he’s a little intense, what with his hating vamps in general, but Pia has him leashed.”
“That’s what has me worried. That walking disaster paired with a werewolf—it’s a wonder she’s not hacking up hair balls.”
“Wrong species.” She giggled. A lovely tinkling sound, all the more precious because she didn’t do it often.
He snorted. “Just plain wrong, if you ask me.”
Darcy cleared her throat. “Speaking of which, when’s the plane coming in?”
“It’ll touch down in about fifteen minutes. Then wait until Navarro gets a look at our new pet. Don’t be surprised if we see fur flying.”
She tilted back her head to look into his eyes, her expression a little pinched. “This Navarro…is he a good guy?”
Quentin shrugged. “He’s one of us.”
Her eyebrows rose. “Oh, and that’s supposed to be reassuring?”
“I’m a good guy,” Quentin said softly. “Trust me to make sure introductions are handled appropriately.”
“The way you say that—all British and proper…” She shivered. “It does things to me.” Then her expression grew serious. “All right, Quentin, I’ll trust you so long as you make sure he gives Max a fair chance to prove he’s part of the team.”
Quentin snorted again.
“Now, you have to admit the guy’s been a big help tracking the remnants of that rabid wolf pack.”
Quentin wasn’t ready to give the were any credit. “Takes a dog to sniff another out,” he mumbled.
Her nose wrinkled. “You’re so prejudiced.”
“I have reason to be.” Then wishing to end a conversation that caused her distress, he kissed her lips.
With a sigh, she surrendered her body, leaning more heavily against him. Her mouth opened beneath his, and his tongue lapped inside. She returned soft, loving strokes that had him hard as a doorknob in seconds.
He dragged away his mouth, glad the breeze off the ocean was whipping up enough to cool his overheated skin. “Witch,” he whispered.
“What did I do?” she asked, wide-eyed.
The curve of her lips told him she felt his frustration. He narrowed his gaze. “Just you wait…”
“Won’t be long now.” She rubbed her bottom against his arousal.
What could a vampire do to stop the woman he loved from teasing him into full-fanged arousal? He dragged his teeth along the side of her throat in a silent warning to behave.
“And that’s supposed to scare me?” Soft laughter shook her body. “You shouldn’t use the same tactic to make me horny.”
His breath gusted in a short laugh. “Bugger, is that the problem?”
“Someday, you’re going to tell me what it is you have against weres.” She turned in his arms and stared upward, moonlight reflecting in her eyes. “And I should be a little angry about the way you always use sex to change the conversation.”
With her large belly between them, Quentin’s lips twitched. “This from the woman who’s discovered the ultimate distraction method of digital manipulation—”
Darcy pressed her finger against his lips to halt his words. “You’re not doing it again.”
Quentin raised his eyebrows in question.
“Changing the subject.” She huffed a long sigh. “I’m worried about Max meeting Navarro. We’re only just getting used to the fact he’s lycan, and now Navarro’s coming from the Northwest council because of this problem with another Powell brother. Things are happening too fast.”
Quentin glared. He opened his mouth to give her a glib answer, but her finger mashed his lips.
“What, you have something to say?” Her finger swirled on his lips then lingered a moment until he dutifully kissed the tip.
When she withdrew it, he said, “Is the problem that you think Navarro won’t listen, or that Max is going to misbehave?”
Darcy’s brows drew together. “Both.”
He gave an exaggerated sigh. “You’re going to make me intervene on his behalf, aren’t you?”
Damn
! He wished she didn’t care so much about the wolf.
“Maybe. Is Navarro really going to give him a fair shake, or will he do what’s expedient? I mean, I know vamps and weres have this long history of warfare between the species.”
“Navarro isn’t one to make
expedient
decisions. Hell, I’d second him if he did in this case. But Navarro’s…deep, likes to consider things before he acts. Now, if it were up to me…”
“I know, you’d have poor Max’s were-head mounted on the wall.”