PRAISE FOR THE PRIMAL PASSION
FROM NEW YORK TIMES AND
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR
SUSAN SIZEMORE
DARK STRANGER
“Atmospheric and exciting, Dark Stranger takes the reader into a murky prison populated by frightening creatures, thwarted ambitions, and sizzling love.”
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“A thrilling story of danger, diplomacy, and secrecy. Superior romantic adventure!”
—Romantic Times
“Aliens, vampires, adventures, and passion all wrapped up in a can’t-put-down thrill ride. I loved it!”
—Gena Showalter, New York Times bestselling author of Seduce the Darkness
“An underground prison world, and a man and a woman with dangerous secrets—and even more dangerous desires—launch readers into Sizemore’s futuristic. This story is sure to enthrall and entertain Sizemore’s fans once again.”
—Linnea Sinclair, RITA Award–winning author of Shades of Dark
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PRIMAL NEEDS
“Sizemore pours on the passion and danger!”
—Romantic Times
“Susan Sizemore’s vampire series just keeps getting better and better. . . .”
—Fallen Angel Reviews
PRIMAL DESIRES
“Sizemore’s expanding alternate world adds layers of complexity and sizzling passion to an already rich blend. . . . Outstanding reading!”
—Romantic Times
“A superb paranormal romantic suspense thriller. . . .”
—Genre Go Round Reviews
PRIMAL HEAT
“An intriguing alternate reality with absorbing characters and touches of humor makes this series one of the best and most consistently appealing around.”
—Romantic Times
“Passion, danger, and mystery fill the pages of Primal Heat . . . an intense and satisfying read.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“This world grows more fascinating as each new chapter unfolds.”
—Huntress Reviews
MASTER OF DARKNESS
“What a bad boy charmer! Definitely Sizemore’s most fun and original hero to date. . . . Once again, Sizemore serves up a terrific blend of edgy humor, passionate romance, and thrilling danger.”
—Romantic Times
“Great action, snappy dialogue, and powerful prose. . . . Susan Sizemore’s Master of Darkness is engaging from beginning to incredible end.”
—A Romance Review
I HUNGER FOR YOU
“Sizemore’s sizzling series gets more intriguing. . . . Hot romance and intense passions fuel this book and make it a memorable read.”
—Romantic Times
“An alluring plot, page-turning excitement, and scrumptious romance.”
—Romance Reviews Today
I THIRST FOR YOU
“Passion, betrayal, and fast-paced action abound in this sizzling tale.”
—Library Journal
“Edge-of-your-seat thrills combine with hot romance and great vampire lore!”
—Romantic Times
“An action-packed, suspenseful roller-coaster ride that never slows!”
—Romance Reviews Today
I BURN FOR YOU
“With her new twist on ancient vampire lore, Sizemore creates an excellent and utterly engaging new world. I Burn for You is sexy, exciting, and just plain thrilling. It’s the perfect start for a hot, new series.”
—Romantic Times
“I adored I Burn for You and really hope it’s the beginning of another wonderful vampire series from Ms. Sizemore.”
—Old Book Barn Gazette
“[A] sexy read laced with laughter, the first in a burning new series.”
—Booklist
“Sizemore’s hunky vamps can visit me anytime! I was so sorry to see this book end. This one is a must buy.”
—All About Romance
Also by Susan Sizemore
Dark Stranger
Primal Needs
Primal Desires
Primal Heat
Master of Darkness
Crave the Night
I Hunger for You
I Thirst for You
I Burn for You
Anthologies
The Shadows of Christmas Past
(with Christine Feehan)
Moon Fever
(with Maggie Shayne, Lori Handeland,
and Caridad Piñiero)
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Acknowledgments
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Prologue
“Do you know the legend about the selkie? It’s not really legend but true, in a way.”
He wished the vampire would keep quiet. But the damned creature wouldn’t and always expected answers to its inane comments. And since they were working together, he had to put up with it.
He lowered the binoculars and glanced at the vampire called Dr. Stone standing in the shadows at the edge of the pine forest just up from the black rock beach. Heavy clouds scooted by overhead and it was close to sunset, yet the creature was still cautious about light. Odd. He’d been told that it took the drugs that gave it resistance to light.
“What legend? Selkies are creatures that can change from human to seal shape.” They were waiting for one right now.
The wind off the water was cold. The raucous noise and fishy smell from the seals frolicking in the waves and on the isolated beach would have thrilled a nature lover. He wasn’t a nature lover. And standing there talking to a vampire while waiting for a slimy shapeshifter to emerge from the water made his skin crawl.
Of course the vampire knew this and was relishing his discomfort, though he pretended to merely be friendly, conversing to pass the time.
“According to mortal folktales, a selkie can be controlled by anyone who steals their sealskin. Without th
eir animal skin, the selkie is trapped in human form and cannot return to the sea. Mortals generally get the details wrong when it comes to the supernatural, but those old Celtic grannies got some things right about the watery shapeshifters of the British Isles. Selkies are not all that high on the intelligence scale, or even on the food chain. It’s very easy to steal their sealskins.”
He turned to face the vampire. “What the devil does that mean? Shapeshifters are in either human form or animal form. Selkies do not have sealskins that can be taken off and stolen.”
“I know that. You know that.” The vampire came out of the woods. It moved so lightly past him that he couldn’t hear any disturbance of the loose stones. The vampire’s gaze was fixed on a sleek dark body moving toward land through the surf as it spoke.
“Selkies—all shifters, really, but selkies more than most—are psychically vulnerable. If I had a dual nature, and probably dual DNA, I’d likely be half-crazed myself. Selkies are the only shifters that are at home on the land and in the water. They are very rare.”
“There are raptor shifters,” he reminded the vampire. “At home on land and in the air.”
“And they are even rarer than the selkies.” The vampire gave a low chuckle. “But I don’t know of any vampire that would willingly touch the mind of a wereeagle. We’re mammals, as are selkies. That’s why we’ve chosen to use a selkie to set our plan in motion.”
He’d thought it was because they knew what the seal creature did in its day job.
“Stop thinking of her as a thing,” the vampire told him. “Remember that you’re going to be her handler. Soon you’ll be as close as lovers.”
Chapter One
“You realize that the purpose of terrorism is theater,” Tobias Strahan said to the Clan leaders. “It’s not so much what our enemies have done to hurt us that they care about, but how we react to it that they’re counting on.”
Francesca Reynard smiled at the Prime’s superior tone. She wondered if the Matri Council was going to let him get away with lecturing them or if the commander of the Dark Angels was about to get his ears boxed. She waited in the council room to see what would happen next. She wasn’t supposed to be there and this wasn’t a conversation she was supposed to hear. A small rebellion, but she’d take any kind she could get.
Petty, aren’t you?
The telepathic voice in her head was Strahan’s, speaking even more arrogantly to her than he had to the respected Clan leaders.
Primes were supposed to be arrogant, and she normally found them easy to ignore.
But not this one.
It’s a hobby, she thought back at him.
Along with petulance and pride, but then everyone knows Flare Reynard’s hobbies.
She’d learned to accept the nickname and had earned the reputation that went with it. I am reputed to be bitchy, she pointed out, then raised the mental shields that kept polite vampires out of each other’s heads.
She saw the faintest of shrugs from him. Though she could ignore his mind, she was female, so she couldn’t help but run her gaze appreciatively over the fine figure of an overgrown Prime that he was. He certainly was a big boy. Big hands, big feet, very tall. Muscular, with a tight ass and narrow waist in perfect proportion to his extra-wide shoulders. He was considered the best-looking Prime of his generation, but she liked that the perfection was slightly marred by ears that stuck out a little from a back view.
The Matris bridled and glared at the Prime; most were as offended as he’d intended for them to be.
But Lady Juanita Wolf laughed. “We’ve been involved in deadly games with the hunters for generations,” she reminded Strahan.
“But they’ve never publicly attacked us before,” Lady Anjelica Reynard said. “Never set us up to be found out by the media.”
Strahan nodded. “We can’t afford to react in the classic manner. They’re counting on that. They want to post videos of your people on YouTube, to get news crews camped outside your homes. Because outing us is the best way to destroy us.”
“I can almost understand mortal vampire hunters attacking like this,” Lady Cassandra Crowe said. “But you haven’t convinced me that one of our own is a traitor, that information is being passed from inside our own community. There is absolutely no reason.”
“I think I know the reasons,” Strahan said.
“We’ve heard enough on the subject already,” Lady Serisa Shagal said firmly.
Los Angeles was Shagal territory, this was her Citadel, and she felt that the defense against the threat to her Clan should be hers to handle. But she had agreed to Strahan’s demand to cede emergency powers to the Dark Angels since the attacks were on all supernatural groups, not just Clan vampires. There had been arson and bombings committed against vampires and werefolk all over Southern California, including trouble at the medical clinic here in Los Angeles. The Angels were a multispecies special forces group who answered only to Strahan, who had formed his unit in anticipation of these sorts of attacks.
Francesca admired his confidence in the face of so many Clan Matris. He’d walked into their meeting, taken over, and convinced everyone to do things his way.
Francesca admired his ability to bully Matris but resented that he’d interrupted her own effort to save the day when her friend Sidonie Wolf faced execution for bonding with a werewolf member of the Dark Angels. Francesca and other vampire females had been attempting to start their own revolution as well as save Sid, but now Strahan’s power play had forced that effort to the sidelines. She did not admire him at all for interrupting her bid for freedom, even if he had achieved her objective of saving Sid.
He turned his head slightly, giving her a view of his sharp profile and hard expression. A woman couldn’t help but think of a male like that as tasty—even a woman like herself who hated the vanity and total jerkhood of the males of her species. Luckily, she’d had years of practice at ignoring the instincts that reared up in her as she watched this Prime. She’d paused to watch him lecture the Matris, not to get all tingly and warm.
It also helped that a squad of Primes came pouring in through the doorway. She stepped aside to give them plenty of room to get to their various Matris.
“The arrangements are all made,” Barak Shagal told his Matri and bondmate. “Everyone’s cars are waiting. Guards are placed, and the pilots of your private planes have been alerted.”
The plan was for all vampire females in California to be whisked away to safety, but Francesca had no intention of going back to the Clan Citadel in Idaho. She’d come to California with a purpose and wasn’t leaving until she’d accomplished it. She was glad she’d kept quiet and in the shadows. It made it easier for her to slip out the door before she could be noticed and called back.
Chapter Two
Where do you think you’re going? Tobias wondered as he saw Flare Reynard sneak away. Watching the sway of her hips as she walked was a joy. But the stiffness of her spine and proud lift of her head told him she wasn’t heading for her mother’s limo. She obviously had plans of her own.
But he was in charge here, and the thought of showing her that brought a brief smile to the hard line of his mouth.
“Brat,” he muttered under his breath.
He knew he should mention Flare’s leaving to Lady Anjelica and let the proper people take care of it, but he couldn’t resist tracking her down himself. If anyone needed a public lesson in discipline, it was the Clans’ most adored and spoiled female.
Finding Flare wouldn’t be difficult for a Prime of his skills. Even with her shields tightly drawn around her, he thought he could pick up the unique scent of her perfume, which had permeated his senses the moment he walked into the tense meeting. Or at least he could track her by the stunned looks she tended to leave on the faces of any Primes she encountered.
Tobias’s cell phone rang and he paused in the mansion’s entrance hallway to answer it. Personally, he preferred telepathy, but not every member of his Crew could communicate mi
nd to mind, not to mention the regular mortals who needed to get hold of him. So, he carried a phone, an elaborate device with multiple functions—which interrupted him at inconvenient times and places, such as now. He stepped outdoors to the side of the wide staircase at the front of the house as he put the phone to his ear.
“How’s Joe?” was Dee McCoy’s first question.
“You could have called him and asked,” Tobias said to the mortal witch.
She snorted. “I can picture him standing in front of a firing squad as his phone rings and hearing, ‘Wait a moment while I take’—BANG!”
“Vampires don’t use firing squads. The Joe problem is settled, and his lady Sid will be joining the Crew. Set up orientation for her.”
“You got us a girl vampire?” It took a lot to impress Dee McCoy, and Tobias smiled at the awe in her voice.
“Yes, I’m good,” he said. “Also, the L.A. op has been authorized. The locals will be staying out of our way, and all is right in my world.”
“Except for Saffie . . .”
Tobias looked around as he waited for Dee to go on. Joe and Sid were standing near the bottom of the stairs and moved closer so he could talk to them once he was off the phone.
After a significant silence, Dee told him, “I’ve gotten a couple of sips from her that give me the impression she’s having some trouble at school.”
This wasn’t the time or place to ask for details, but he was grateful as always for the witch’s reminder that he had more important things to deal with than saving the world. “I’ll call Saffie as soon as I get the chance,” he said.
“Tonight,” Dee answered.
Tobias grunted and ended the call just as Sidonie Wolf said to Joe, “And there’s the Prime responsible for setting this whole mess in motion.”
She was talking about him. He gave her an acknowledging nod and walked past the couple, all the while shamelessly listening to the female vampire explaining to the werewolf the deeper game Tobias played by reuniting the two of them.
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