The Vampire and the Virgin

The Vampire and the Virgin

The Vampire and the Virgin

Series:
Love at Stake [8]

SUMMARY: Olivia's packing list: 1. Sunscreen 2. Bathing suit 3. Flip-flops FBI psychologist Olivia Sotiris was

looking for a cool ocean breeze, sand between her toes, and a break from her crazy, chaotic, and sometimes

all-too-dangerous life. But when she escaped to the small Greek island of Patmos, all she got were meddling

grandmothers trying to marry her off. Can't they see that none of the men around interests her--except Robby

MacKay? Robby's packing list: 1. Synthetic blood 2. More synthetic blood 3. Jogging clothes (even vamps have

to stay in shape!) Robby needs to cool off, too, since all he can think about is revenge on the Malcontent

bloodsuckers who once held him captive--but then he meets Olivia, the beauty with wild curls and a tempting

smile. When a deadly criminal from a case back home tracks her down, Robby will have to save her life--along

with giving her a first time she'll never forget . . .

The Vampire and the Virgin

The Vampire and the Virgin

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Series:
Love at Stake [8]

SUMMARY: Olivia's packing list: 1. Sunscreen 2. Bathing suit 3. Flip-flops FBI psychologist Olivia Sotiris was

looking for a cool ocean breeze, sand between her toes, and a break from her crazy, chaotic, and sometimes

all-too-dangerous life. But when she escaped to the small Greek island of Patmos, all she got were meddling

grandmothers trying to marry her off. Can't they see that none of the men around interests her--except Robby

MacKay? Robby's packing list: 1. Synthetic blood 2. More synthetic blood 3. Jogging clothes (even vamps have

to stay in shape!) Robby needs to cool off, too, since all he can think about is revenge on the Malcontent

bloodsuckers who once held him captive--but then he meets Olivia, the beauty with wild curls and a tempting

smile. When a deadly criminal from a case back home tracks her down, Robby will have to save her life--along

with giving her a first time she'll never forget . . .

The Vampire and the Virgin

Series:
Love at Stake [8]

SUMMARY: Olivia's packing list: 1. Sunscreen 2. Bathing suit 3. Flip-flops FBI psychologist Olivia Sotiris was

looking for a cool ocean breeze, sand between her toes, and a break from her crazy, chaotic, and sometimes

all-too-dangerous life. But when she escaped to the small Greek island of Patmos, all she got were meddling

grandmothers trying to marry her off. Can't they see that none of the men around interests her--except Robby

MacKay? Robby's packing list: 1. Synthetic blood 2. More synthetic blood 3. Jogging clothes (even vamps have

to stay in shape!) Robby needs to cool off, too, since all he can think about is revenge on the Malcontent

bloodsuckers who once held him captive--but then he meets Olivia, the beauty with wild curls and a tempting

smile. When a deadly criminal from a case back home tracks her down, Robby will have to save her life--along

with giving her a first time she'll never forget . . .

with giving her a first time she'll never forget . . .

The Vampire and the Virgin

Kerrelyn Sparks

With all my love to my hero at home,

My husband and best friend,

Don

Don

Contents

Robby MacKay had murder on his mind as he approached the…

Olivia Sotiris eased the back door shut. It had to be…

That’s not what you usually wear to go jogging,” Carlos…

Robby paced across the courtyard. “Bugger. Bloody hell.”

Shortly after sunset, Robby met Carlos in the garden at…

This was one of those moments, Robby thought as he…

Robby had just stepped out of the shower when he…

Olivia was relieved to find a stack of clean beach…

Robby groaned. Bloody hell, not now. “Just ignore it.”

Olivia stepped off the elevator onto the second floor of…

Robby hesitated at the open doorway. He dreaded this evening,…

Olivia was glad when the holiday season was over. The…

I don’t know why you have to take me,” Constantine…

Robby sat at the desk in the security office at…

Robby covered the phone with his hand and glowered at…

As the month of February wore on, Robby stayed in…

Right after hearing the message Olivia left on his phone,…

Olivia glared at him. “I’m not going to bed with…

Life didn’t get any tougher than this. Robby dashed down…

We’re here to see Otis Crump.” Olivia showed her FBI…

Within minutes the security office at Romatech was overflowing with…

Olivia took a deep breath and removed her automatic from…

Robby swooped Olivia up in his arms. A surge of…

The next evening, Olivia busied herself at her apartment, cleaning…

Robby knew something was wrong the minute he materialized in…

Robby feared he would lose Olivia forever. He couldn’t guarantee…

The next day at dusk, Olivia paced nervously beside J.L.’s…

Olivia sat at the kitchen table in her grandmother’s house,…

Dark and Dangerous Ways…

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Other Books by Kerrelyn Sparks

Copyright

About the Publisher

About the Publisher

R
obby MacKay had murder on his mind as he approached the rendezvous site in

Central Park. The peaceful scene did little to dissuade his violent thoughts. Moonlight sparkled on the still lake

and gleamed off the aluminum hulls of overturned rowboats along the shore. The boathouse sat nearby, empty

and quiet. Robby only took notice because he was checking for signs of an ambush.

He and his companions halted in front of a series of steps that descended into a dark gully. At the bottom

was a tunnel with a Malcontent waiting inside. Waiting for his death, if Robby had his way.

He started down the stairs with Zoltan and Phineas. Angus MacKay and his wife Emma charged over the hill

with vampire speed so they could investigate the far side of the tunnel.

“I told you…come alone,” a Russian-accented voice whispered from the black interior of the tunnel.

Phineas stopped on a landing halfway down the stairs, his hand curling around the hilt of his sword. “You’ve

been trying to kill me for months, Stan. Of course I brought some mean and nasty dudes with me. One wrong

move and they’re gonna make you look like beef Stroganoff.”

After surviving entirely on blood for almost three hundred years, Robby wasn’t sure what beef Stroganoff

looked like, but he took grim pleasure in being called a mean and nasty dude.

Unfortunately right now, he was more of a clumsy weakling. Each step felt like he was sinking into wet

shifting sand. The casts and bandages had been removed last night from his feet and hands, so tonight he’d

claimed he was ready for action. It was a bluff he could pull off only if he didn’t fall down the stairs.

Meanwhile, the other mean and nasty dude, Zoltan Czakvar, zipped down the stairs at vampire speed and

positioned himself against the brick wall to the right of the tunnel entrance.

The Russian had insisted earlier on the phone that he would come alone to meet Phineas. Robby and his

fellow Vamps suspected a trap, but the question was, where? No doubt the Malcontents realized a group of

Vamps would accompany Phineas to Central Park. Did the Malcontents plan to attack in the park, or were they

hoping the Vamps would leave their base at Romatech Industries understaffed and vulnerable? Either way, the

Vamps knew they had no choice but to divide and protect both Phineas and Romatech.

Robby had asked to go with the group to Central Park, figuring it afforded him the best chance at killing a

Malcontent. One wouldn’t be enough, but it was a good start. He made it to the bottom of the stairs and

stationed himself to the left of the entrance.

“Yo, Stan,” Phineas called to the Russian. “You paying rent for that tunnel or what?” He drew his sword and

affected a gangster voice. “Come out and say hello to my little friend.”

The Russian vampire, dressed in black cargo pants and a black sweatshirt jacket, eased slowly from the

tunnel. The hood was pulled over his head, casting his face in shadow, although the icy blue of his eyes

glittered as his gaze darted nervously about. He flinched when Zoltan whipped his sword out, the blade

gleaming in the moonlight mere inches from the Russian’s shoulder.

Robby followed suit, reaching overhead to draw the claymore from the sheath on his back. When his grip

faltered, he grasped the hilt with both hands to keep from dropping the weapon and making a dent in his thick

skull. Bugger. He should have brought a lighter weight sword. He lowered the sword and rested the tip on the

ground.

The Russian lifted his hands in surrender. “I did not come to fight. I have no weapon.”

“And he’s alone.” Emma emerged from the tunnel and sprinted up the stairs to stop on the landing next to

Phineas. “The tunnel’s clear.”

Angus exited the tunnel, returning his claymore to the sheath on his back. He patted the Russian down from

behind, then moved in front of him to pat him down again. He jerked the hood off the Russian’s head, then

stepped back to glower at him. “Stanislav Serpukhov. What are ye up to?”

Robby stiffened at the sight of the Russian’s spiky white-blond hair. He’d seen that hair before. His newly

healed fingers flexed jerkily around the hilt of his sword. “Ye were there. In the cave.”

Stanislav whirled around toward him and his eyes widened. “You?” He moved back, stumbling onto the first

stair step. “You’re alive?”

Memories shot through Robby’s mind. Images of the torturers with their twisted, gleeful faces. The stench of

his burning flesh. The snap of his breaking bones.
“Ye bloody bastard. Ye were there.”
He used both hands to

raise his sword.

raise his sword.

“Robby, stop!” Angus ordered.

“He was there!” Robby lurched toward the Russian, who scurried up the steps to the landing.

“I said
stop
.” Angus planted one hand against Robby’s chest and his other hand on Robby’s arm, forcing the

sword down.

Robby glared at his great-great-grandfather, who only looked a few years older than himself. “I require

revenge. Ye canna stop me.”

Angus glared back. “I expect you to follow orders.”

Robby pulled away from Angus’s grip and focused on the Russian. “I know who ye are now and where to find

you.”

“I do not want trouble.” Stanislav sidled closer to Phineas.

The young black Vamp gave him an incredulous look. “What the hell are you doing, man? You think
I’ll
protect

you? You’ve been trying to kill me.”

“I did not want to,” Stan grumbled. “Jedrek said I must kill you…or he will kill me. But he is dead now.

Everyone who heard the order is dead. So I do not feel that I must kill you now.”

Phineas scoffed. “That’s real sporting of you.”

Stan glanced warily at Robby. “I did not like what Casimir did to you—”

“But ye stood there and watched,” Robby growled. “Ye helped tie me to the chair with silver chains. Did ye

enjoy the smell of my burning flesh?”

Stan’s jaw shifted. “
Nyet
. But I tell you this. If they catch me here, talking to the enemy, they will do things to

me that make your torture look like…walk in the park. Instead of thirty pieces of silver, they will take thirty pieces

of flesh from me, and the first piece will be my tongue.”

“Then let me kill you now and save you the misery!” Robby lunged toward the stairs, but ran into Angus’s