Forbidden Taste: A Vampire Romance (Immortals)
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Mariah’s eyes sparkled with eagerness. “Or, I could stop being the hunting dog given the shit jobs by full-of-themselves bosses and take you off to see the world. This is only one tiny corner of it.”
“I know,” Cai said. “I have seen the world—in my day. But never through your eyes.”
Mariah cupped his cheek, her thumb tracing his cheekbone. “I’d like to see it through your eyes. Your home, your past. You.”
“I can arrange that.” Cai kissed her palm, moved the sheet aside, and pushed her down into the mattress, himself on top of her. “But not at this moment.”
He touched his lips to where he’d bitten her, but he didn’t need to feed this morning. What she’d given him would sustain him for a long, long time.
Mariah let out a faint moan as Cai slid inside her. Her eyes went starry, the burnished brown of them shining in the warm room. Cai’s mind sharpened, the way her body closed around him making everything clear.
“I love you, Mariah,” he said. “You rescued me. Twice.”
“It was my pleasure.” Mariah gave him a languid smile as passion overtook her. “I’m falling in love with you too, you know.”
“Good.” Cai kissed her mouth, joy he’d never experienced in his long life rippling through him. “It will make our journey together amazing.” In all ways. He’d see wonders with her during the darkness of night and make love to her all day. Avoiding the light had never been this exhilarating.
Mariah’s smile widened, then she let out a cry as he thrust harder. “Are you still raring?” she asked breathlessly.
Cai rumbled with laughter and nipped her lips. “I am. But I want to enjoy this first.”
Mariah drew him close, rocking up to him as he came down to her. “I predict this will be one hell of a road trip,” she said, the words ending in another soft groan.
“It will be,” Cai answered, and then he lost his grasp of language, and himself, in the arms of the woman who had set him free.
End
Author’s Note
When I was asked to contribute a vampire story to the Taming the Vampire boxed set (out October 2016), I jumped at the chance to write another story set in the Immortals world.
If you’re new to the Immortals, the series began one day when I told my editor at Dorchester / Leisure that I would be interested in participating in one of the multi-author series they’d become known for. My editor told me they wouldn’t be doing any more—unless I had an idea for one.
I most certainly did! I had been toying with an idea of Immortal warriors who lived in this “other” place called Ravenscroft and entered the human world to battle whenever they were called. While the Immortals had been summoned often in the past, they’d been largely forgotten by modern times. The Immortals themselves left Ravenscroft and hung out on the human world, enjoying real life, including beer, pizza, and television. But, of course, the world gets put into grave danger, and the Immortals must come (reluctantly) out of hiding to save the day.
I conceived of the five half brothers (one goes rogue) who were the Immortals, but also populated the world with vampires, shape-shifters, demons, and other fantasy creatures—dividing them into two groups: Those with life magic (e.g., werewolves, Sidhe) and those with death magic (e.g., vampires, demons). I had great fun world-building this present-day yet magical world.
Only a few hours after I’d talked to my editor, I emailed her two or three paragraphs about the series, and she was excited about the idea. The Immortals series was born!
Two authors, Joy Nash and Robin Popp, were brought on board to do other books in the series. The first book, The Calling, was written by me, which set up the world and the action. It was my first best-selling book and will always have a special place in my heart.
We wrote seven books in the series (I did three, and Joy and Robin each did two), followed by an anthology of three novellas (mine was Wolf Hunt).
And then, disaster—our publisher went out of business, a situation every author dreads. I received my rights back to the Immortals books and was able to republish them myself, while Joy’s and Robin’s were bought by Amzn’s imprint. (This is why their books are not available anywhere but there.)
I have long wished to return to the Immortals world and see what was up with the characters in it. Septimus, the “kingpin” vampire, appears in the main books, and I hope to tell his story soon. The Immortal in this novella, Tain, has his story told in The Redeeming. All the other characters in Forbidden Taste are new.
I hope you enjoyed this look into the Immortals world. I will get back there again as soon as I can!
If you’re new to the series, it all starts with The Calling—turn the page to read the first chapter.
All my best,
Jennifer Ashley
Excerpt: The Calling
Immortals, Book 1
Amber Silverthorne fell onto her back, stunned, as the man in the black leather coat crashed into the warehouse and started to beat off the demon who’d attacked her.
The candles marking Amber’s circle scattered, splattering wax across the dirty floor. The magic she’d invoked sputtered and died. Her terror changed to amazement at the sight of the tall man, who faced the demon with grim glee on his face, a huge silver sword in his hand.
He held the sword almost negligently, as though it weighed nothing. As soon as the demon came at him, he swung it, slicing the blade across the demon’s pristine suit. He laughed as the demon retreated, snarling.
The man’s black hair was bound in a tail at his nape and again halfway down his back, keeping it well out of the way of the fight. His face was nowhere near as handsome as that of the demon he fought, being more hard and square. A warrior’s face to match a warrior’s body.
The warrior and demon were evenly matched in strength, speed, and agility. Each focused tightly on the other, the demon’s black eyes sparkling with fury. The man’s eyes were black too, like wells of darkness. The warrior chopped downward with the sword and the demon spun away, black blood flying from a wound and splashing Amber’s skin like acid.
Amber scrambled to gather her crystals to her, chanting furiously to re-form her bubble of protective magic. Black-leather man and the demon fought hand-to-hand, the man’s sword swinging in wide, deadly arcs, the demon fighting back with the iron bar he’d tried to murder Amber with.
“Immortal,” the demon snarled.
The man grinned. “Good guess. What gave it away?”
“Who Called you?”
The silver sword went straight for the demon’s throat. “No one. I happened to be passing.”
Amber took her concentration from the crystals for a split second. Happened to be passing? A deserted warehouse between the tracks and docks of Seattle? With a sword?
But good thing he was. Tonight Amber had gathered her supplies and come to the scene of her sister’s murder to try to find out what had happened to Susan four weeks ago. Jack Simon, detective in charge of the case, had told her that because there were no immediate suspects the murder would be filed under “unexplained paranormal death,” and likely forgotten.
Simon was sympathetic and truly cared about solving the crime, but he’d refused Amber’s requests to let her see where her sister had died, so she’d come here now that the police were finished, without bothering to tell him. After all, she was a private citizen, allowed to drive anywhere in Seattle she wanted.
The police tape was gone, the warehouse deserted, forensics and fingerprint takers finished. It was a warehouse again, nothing to distinguish it from other rundown buildings in this area, except that Susan had died here.
The demon swerved from the warrior’s sword, moving with the deadly speed of his kind. Undeterred, the warrior shifted his weight to one foot and kicked, catching the demon high on the shoulder.
Was the man here because of Susan? A boyfriend Amber didn’t know about? Detective Simon had let her look at the notebook he’d found next to Susan—the notebook had contained w
ords in a script Amber couldn’t read, but the writing had tingled with evil. Amber had stared at it in shock. Susan knew better than to mess with demons and death magic. The evidence indicated she had anyway, and it had likely killed her.
Alone in the warehouse, Amber had cast a circle for protection, calling on the element of Earth, to which her magic had the greatest affinity, to guard her. She’d used quartz crystals to enhance the vibrations leftover from the murder so she might scry what had happened, plus salt to outline her circle and connect with the bones of the earth beneath the warehouse.
Not three minutes into the ritual, the demon had arrived by the mundane method of walking through the front door, and he’d tried to kill Amber.
She’d fought, a futile effort since demons were stronger than any mortal. Had Susan fought, too? This demon seemed to radiate even more strength and evil than the demons who ran clubs in downtown Seattle, where foolish humans went to be seduced. He’d easily thrown down her guardian and circle, and had been ready to bash out her brains when the warrior had come crashing in.
Amber focused her energy on the crystals, trying to find her center and shut out the death match happening five feet from her. Despite his wound, the demon whirled away and now struck the warrior with the iron bar, landing a blow across the back of the warrior’s fine-fitting leather coat. The coat ripped and the bar dug into the man’s shoulders.
The warrior used the impact to bring his large fist around and catch the demon on the side of his head. While the demon staggered, the warrior shrugged off his ripped coat and continued the fight in a T-shirt that molded to every muscle in his body.
“Who are you?” the warrior demanded of the demon.
To Amber’s surprise, the demon laughed. “That stays my secret.”
“When I cut off your head, maybe I’ll fish it out of your brain.”
“I will not die this day, Immortal.”
The man gave the demon a contemptuous look. “You sound like a reject from a bad movie. How do you know about Immortals?”
“I know you seek one.”
The declaration wiped the smile from the warrior’s face. He snarled in fury and launched himself at the demon for an all-out attack. A cloud of death magic shot from the demon’s hands, slick and foul like tar. It caught the man in the side and sent him flying up and backward until he slammed high into a brick wall.
Amber winced, fearing she’d see the warrior slide bonelessly to the floor, but he sprang off the wall and landed on his feet. He lifted his sword straight out in front of him and bellowed, “Go!”
The sword shifted from a blade into a five-foot snake, its mouth open, fangs gleaming. It flew through the air as though it had been shot from a bow and sank its teeth into the demon’s raised arm.
The demon tried to shake it off, but the snake clung, biting deep. It must be poisonous, but would its venom harm a demon? The demon flailed and cursed, his attempts to dislodge the snake sending him straight toward Amber and her circle. The demon slammed into the blue nimbus of magic, but Amber’s protective bubble held, the shield glowing red where the demon struck it.
The demon’s well-tailored back and shoulders pressed the bubble as he looked up to find the warrior glaring down at him. The warrior’s biceps were thick, a V of sweat plastering his shirt to his body. The warrior grabbed the snake by the tail, and the snake became a sword again, its tip pressing the demon’s chest.
The demon wrenched himself backward over the bubble, sliding down the other side. The man leapt after him, rolling across the magic shield an inch from Amber’s head. The demon went down, and the warrior stood over him, sword point once more at the demon’s chest. The man held the huge hilt in both hands, ready to shove the blade in.
“Tell me,” he commanded, voice hard.
The demon laughed again. “About Tain?”
“What the hell do you know about Tain?”
“If you kill me, Immortal, you’ll never know.”
“Then I’ll flay off every inch of your hide. Tell me, and I’ll be nice and kill you quick—er.”
The demon laughed. “Wouldn’t you love to know what I mean?” He pointed at Amber. “Ask her.”
The man glanced to where Amber sat under the faintly glowing shield, her mouth open. The warrior’s face took on a look of absolute fury, and he spun back to the demon and rammed the sword through the demon’s body.
Except the demon wasn’t there. He dissolved into mist and vanished, his laughter ringing through the empty room.
The warrior stared in stunned silence at the space where the demon had lain. A few tendrils of mist lingered on the blank floor, dissipating in the cool breeze that blew through the warehouse.
Snarling, the warrior flung his sword across the floor, where it spun and threw sparks into the darkness. Face drawn with fury, he balled his fist and punched a nearby steel girder. The metal groaned under the onslaught, and the man stayed there, head bowed, arms stretched and tight. For a moment, his shoulders shook, the fists curling even harder against the post.
Amber kept her protective bubble in place as the warrior finally pushed away from the post and stormed after his sword. He’d driven off the demon, but there was nothing to say he wasn’t as dangerous.
The demon had called him Immortal, and the only immortals Amber knew about were vampires. The warrior didn’t look like a vampire, but then again he might be some kind of super-vamp she’d never seen before. When dealing with wielders of death magic, you couldn’t be too careful.
The warrior reached down and picked up his sword. His jeans fitted easily over his thighs, showing trim, tight hips and one gorgeous ass. As soon as he touched the sword’s hilt, it turned to a snake again and wrapped itself lovingly around his wrist.
The snake lifted its head and looked at Amber as the man walked back to her, its unblinking obsidian eyes fixing on her. It tested her scent with its tongue, then flattered its neck into a hood shape she recognized.
Amber choked out, “That . . . is a cobra.”
“Yes.” The man spoke a word to the snake, and it deflated and slithered up his arm. The cobra coiled around his bicep and morphed into a snake-shaped silver armlet that shone softly in the moonlight.
“Is it gone?” Amber asked shakily.
“No.” The man touched the armlet, and she heard a faint metallic ring. “He’ll come when he’s called.”
“Then I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call him.”
The warrior smiled tightly, then immediately lost the smile. In the split second before he closed his expression Amber saw incredible weariness—grief and exhaustion that went beyond anything she understood. He looked fairly young, about thirty or so, but his eyes held the strain of someone who’d watched ages pass.
The man sank down on his heels to study Amber, and the breath went out of her. Strong. Big. The feeble adjectives welled up in her mind, but they kept her from blurting out, “Would you look at those thighs.” He was built like a wrestler, though not quite as bulked. His T-shirt molded to tight muscle, the neckline showing a dusting of black curls and an inviting sliver of chest.
His hands were brown and sinewy, and had exhibited marvelous strength wielding the large sword. His face was hard and strong, cheekbones broad, his jaw square, black hair pulled back from a sharply defined brow.
His eyes arrested her. Those eyes held cool darkness, a depth beyond anything she’d ever seen. Amber had plenty of experience with otherworldly creatures—vampires with seductive eyes and werewolves with a golden gaze that trapped you before you could even think to run. But this man’s eyes were different. She sensed something in him both ancient and as new as yesterday, a wisdom mixed with insatiable curiosity.
In spite of the spatter of black demon blood on his shirt and arms, he was utterly comfortable and unaware of his delectable looks.
“You like hiding behind that thing?” he asked, peering through the shield.
“Better safe than sorry, I always say.”
“Crap,” Amber said softly. She wouldn’t have time to charge the stones to raise another defensive barrier before he could strike. She was, as the phrase went, a sitting duck. No one should have been able to crack her shield like that.
“Your spells can’t hurt me,” the man said, resting his hands on his knees. “And I won’t hurt you, so don’t strain yourself while I ask you questions.”
Amber let fear fan her anger. “Who the hell are you?”
“More important, who you are and why are you brain-dead enough to summon a demon? Especially one of that caliber?”
“I didn’t summon him.”
He flicked his finger over her stones. “I see a circle. A chalice and knife, candles, salt, incense, stones. And when I came in, there was a demon. What, you were going to cast his horoscope?”
“If you knew anything about witchcraft, you’d see this is a circle for protection only,” Amber said hotly.
“Which you just happened to cast in a warehouse in the middle of the night in a neighborhood rampant with feral vampires,” he said in a hard voice. “Not to mention rats, snakes, rabid dogs, and humans who’d roll you for a nickel.” He leaned closer. “Why aren’t you home tucked up in bed, little witch?”
Amber hid her fear, pretending to be just as in-your-face as he was. “Why do you want to know so bad?”
A corner of his mouth moved in impatience. “Just tell me.”
“Tell me who you are, first.”
He nodded once, as though her request was fair. “You can call me Adrian.”
Amber blinked. “I can call you Adrian? Is that your name?”
“Close enough.”