Blake had been an outsider most of his life.
And yet the fact gnawed at his gut. As he stood behind the restaurant where she worked, he reminded himself that he had no need of humanity with all the attendant emotions, especially love.
Love only complicated the whole undead-demon gig.
Then she emerged.
Meghan’s blond hair glistened beneath the light of a bright full moon. She wrapped her arms around herself, as if to ward off the chill of the early spring night. Not that vamps like them really felt the cold, he thought. It was probably a lingering human habit.
Meghan had only been a vamp for three years, eleven months and ten days, but who was counting? Besides Meghan, he would be the one to know.
He had turned her, after all.
Meghan rose from the stoop as he made himself visible, her body tense and seemingly poised for flight.
But this time he wasn’t about to let her run away….
Books by Caridad Piñeiro
Silhouette Nocturne
*Death Calls #6
*Devotion Calls #8
*Blood Calls #16
**Fate Calls #29
*Fury Calls #60
CARIDAD PIÑEIRO
is a bestselling author of twenty novels. In 2007, a year marked by six releases by Caridad from Harlequin and Pocket Books, she was selected as the 2007 Golden Apple Author of the Year by the New York City Romance Writers. Caridad’s novels have won many awards, including Best Short Contemporary Romance of 2001 in the New Jersey Romance Writers Golden Leaf Contest, Top Fantasy Book of 2005 and 2006 from Catalina magazine and Top Nocturne of 2006 from CataRomance. Caridad’s books have also received award nominations for Harlequin Readers’ Choice awards, RIO Reviewers and SingleTitles.com for Top Contemporary Romance. A tech-and promo-savvy author, Caridad has appeared on various television shows, such as the FOX News early edition in New York. In addition, articles featuring her novels have been published in several leading newspapers and magazines, such as the New York Daily News, Latina and the Star-Ledger. For more information on Caridad, please visit www.caridad.com or www.thecallingvampirenovels.com.
FURY CALLS
CARIDAD PIÑEIRO
Dear Reader,
When Diana Reyes and Ryder Latimer first popped into my brain back in 2002, I never thought that nearly seven years later I would still be writing books in the series of my heart—THE CALLING. I want to thank my editors, who have made this possible, and all of you—the readers and the fans—who have become involved in the world of THE CALLING and with the many characters who populate that marvelous world.
Blake Richards, the hero in Fury Calls, is a favorite of mine. He’s the bad boy with a heart of gold; the reluctant hero who doesn’t understand his own strength, but always comes through for those he cares about. Blake is full of passion and spirit, and from the moment he appeared in Temptation Calls in October 2005, I just knew that I had to give him his own story and a very satisfying happily ever after.
The heroine in Fury Calls, Meghan Thomas, is your average coed whose one mistake changed her life. Not an uncommon thing for so many women: a step down a path that leads to a life-altering experience—or, as in Meghan’s case, a life-ending experience. Women face these challenges daily and overcome them with strength of purpose and hard work, much as Meghan has done in the many years since Blake Richards changed her life. I hope you will identify with Meghan’s courage and determination, and I know you’ll be rooting for her to have her happily ever after, as well.
You may be asking what else is coming in THE CALLING vampire series. Happily, I can say that there are two more books slated for release, Ardor Calls and Vengeance Calls, as well as “Honor Calls,” a novella published for the Nocturne Bites program.
Again, thanks to all of you for making THE CALLING series possible! If you want to reach me, please visit either www.caridad.com or www.thecallingvampirenovels.com.
Caridad
To my wonderful editor, Stacy Boyd, who has always believed in and supported this series of my heart. I am eternally grateful for all that you do for me.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
Prologue
Her deadly kiss was near, but he welcomed it.
He buried his fangs deep in her breast and she held him, the way a mother might cradle a child, while he fed on milk-spiced blood. But then she gently eased his head back, enough to expose the rising pulse beating at his neck. Bending her head, she sank her fangs through the fragile barrier of his skin.
Blood rushed, hot and sweet, awakening the kind of passion that only vampires could share. The little love drug he had added to their drinks earlier that night ramped up the passion surging through their bodies. As his partner murmured a growly complaint that she was still hungry, he said, “It’s the juice. It’ll pass once you sip a little more.”
And once he had a little more, he thought, as he tried to sate his need from her sweet breast. When they finally ripped away from each other their bodies were supercharged—sexually and violently. Their fangs, stained crimson from their feast, retracted as they surged together for a kiss, bodies naked and heated from the torrent of immortal blood rushing through their veins and the potent chemical mix of the drug.
Over and over they kissed, licking the last remnants of blood from their lips, but soon that wasn’t enough.
He pulled away from her, unseeing of anything other than the perfection of her body as he trailed his hands across her warm skin, flush with the life bestowed by his blood. He kissed the tip of her breast where he had been feeding just moments earlier.
There wasn’t even a hint of his bite there, since she had already healed.
He suckled the tip and she moaned, reached down and unerringly found the head of his erection and stroked it, pulling a needy groan from him.
Their passion was too great for prolonged foreplay, he knew. Besides, his blood seemed to be sizzling in his veins from the demand to devour every part of her in every possible way.
He dragged her beneath him and onto the plush cushions of the settee in their private dining room, and without further delay he drove into her, seeking satisfaction.
His thrusts grew stronger, more violent, yanking a strangled gasp from her as the craving to feed rose again, potent and more demanding than anything he had ever experienced. For a fleeting moment, he wondered how long it would take for the kick of the love drug they had ingested earlier to subside.
He shook his head, nearly light-headed from the strength of his lust. He felt that if he didn’t taste her life’s blood again, he would die from the want of it.
As his gaze met hers, he realized she was feeling the same overwhelming pull of hunger.
Surging toward each other, they bared their fangs once again and attacked, fury replacing any other wants, driving them to the darkest corners known to their immortal kind.
Chapter 1
Meghan Thomas was just adding some cream to her porcini mushroom sauce when she sensed it.
Meghan didn’t really know what “i
t” was, but her vampire powers told her that something was very wrong. The other vamps in the kitchen sensed it as well. From the bus boys to the other chef a few stations down, they were all aware of something odd. It had to be something powerfully wrong for vampires of all ages, even someone as new to the undead world as she was, to feel “it.”
She took the pan off the flame and put it to the side just as Diego Rivera, part owner of the restaurant and her mentor of sorts, pushed through the door into the kitchen. Diego looked around and then he faced her.
“Is everything okay in here, Meghan?”
Wiping her hands on the towel tucked into her apron, she walked up to him and said, “Yes, but you feel something as well, don’t you?”
At his abrupt nod, she laid a hand on the sleeve of his expensive silk suit jacket and asked, “What was it?”
She had hoped that with his greater vampire age and therefore stronger powers, he would have identified the sensation they had experienced, but the look on his face told her otherwise.
“I’ll find out,” Diego said, worry stamped on his fine features. A deep furrow was etched between his brows as he pivoted on one heel and walked out of the kitchen, Meghan right behind him.
When he realized she was following, he stopped. “There’s no need for you to come with me.”
She searched his features and realized he was just trying to protect her as he had for almost four years now. Although she had appreciated that assistance before she had resigned herself to her new immortal life, it was time for her to be a help rather than a hindrance. “I can watch your back if need be. I’m not a newbie anymore.”
For a moment Diego appeared ready to protest, but then he turned and strode through the restaurant’s main floor. As she followed, she took a quick look around.
Most of the diners were intent on their meals, but several heads turned her way. She recognized some familiar vampire faces. They too had sensed the disturbance. But they’d remained in their seats, not wanting to reveal their undead status to the human partners at their tables. At least, not yet, Meghan thought.
They entered the hallway that led to the private dining rooms, but she detected nothing unusual as they walked past the pair of doors. At the end of the hall, Diego vaulted up the stairs to the next floor.
The feeling grew stronger here, but Diego didn’t pause, as if he already knew the answer to their question rested on the uppermost floor of the building, where the last two private dining rooms were located. As young as she was in vampire years, even Meghan felt the pull of that weird something dragging them ever upward.
When they stepped from the stairs into the hallway on the top floor, the smell of blood assaulted them.
Meghan felt a burst of heat in the center of her body. Before she could control the reaction, the heat traveled through her like fast-moving lava, summoning the vampire she hated and had struggled for so long to learn to control. Her fangs burst from her gums, her vamp senses went into overdrive. They registered every little nuance that a human couldn’t, things she couldn’t have detected before being turned years earlier. Fury rose inside of her, much as it did every time she was reminded of what she no longer was. Her anger was fueled by the violence of the vampire that now controlled her, thanks to the strong smell of blood.
Diego shot a concerned look at her, his brows still furrowed over crystal blue eyes that were bleeding out to the strange neon-green of the undead. But nothing else gave away what he was. He was mastering his transformation, and as he noted that she hadn’t—and maybe even picked up on her anger—he said, “Niña, you need to collect yourself. There are others around.”
Others meaning humans, she realized. Others not like her anymore.
The doors to the private dining rooms were closed, and she was certain that if there had been any vampires there—any live vampires—they would be out in the hallway investigating the source of the disturbance and the overwhelming aroma of blood.
With a deep breath, she gathered herself and forced back her fury and bloodlust, summoning the human to return. But even after resuming control, the scent of death and the frisson of fear still lingered.
Diego strode to the door of one private dining room, seemingly sure that this was where they would find an answer.
Meghan knew he was right since the sanguine smell was redolent here as was the unusual feeling, almost like an out-of-rhythm vibration buffeting her vampire senses. Once again the heat pooled in her center, but this time she quickly battled the demon back and took a spot beside Diego, waiting for whatever would happen next, prepared to help her mentor if it became necessary.
He rapped his knuckles against the thick wood of the ornately carved door, but no response came from within.
He knocked again, stronger this time. Silence greeted them yet again.
Diego grasped the doorknob, turned it and slowly opened the door.
As he did so, she peered within and then wished she hadn’t.
It was hard to tell where one vampire began and the other ended. Their bloody, naked bodies were wrapped around each other in a tangle of pale limbs. Vamp bites were visible at dozens of places along their torsos, a testament to how often they had fed from each other and how weak they were.
The bites weren’t healing, but they were still alive.
She sensed the power of the vampires’ life energy, but it was fading quickly. The entwined couple writhing on the floor were still feeding from each other, their fangs buried deep in each other’s necks. A sickly, slurpy sound escaped one of them and she wanted to cover her ears to avoid the noise.
Instead, she slipped beneath Diego’s arm, intent on doing something to help the two struggling vampires, but he snared her arm and held her back.
“We cannot do anything now. They are too far gone.”
She didn’t doubt it. Blood oozed from the many bites and as she looked around, she noted the large smears of blood along the floor and couch. Against one wall and part of a window, a spray marked the spot where one of the vamps had likely torn open an artery.
Before them, the movements of the vampire couple quickly stilled and as they did, the preternatural sensation that had called Meghan and Diego to that room slowly fled. When the bodies gave one final twitch, calm returned.
But when Meghan peered up at Diego’s face, she sensed the present calm would be short-lived.
As she glanced once again at the blood and death before her, it reminded her of the world into which she had been thrust so many years earlier.
A world of destruction and loneliness.
A world she hated almost as much as she hated the demon she had become.
Blake Richards shuffled the empty glass from one hand to the other across the pitted surface of the bar.
The remnants of cheap beef’s blood clung to the sides of the glass, painting it with thick fingers of red-violet. A vintage libation fresh from one of the Blood Bank’s regular human contributors would have left far less proof of the nature of the grisly beverage.
But then again, no self-respecting vampire would leave behind a drop of something so fine as fresh human blood.
Something so fine which was relatively lacking tonight, Blake thought, as he glanced around the bar. In recent weeks there had been a decided decline in the number of vampires frequenting the bar, and that had resulted in a slowly decreasing stream of humans seeking the more dangerous fun and games for which the Blood Bank was known in Manhattan’s undead underworld.
Rumor had it that a goodly number of his fellow vamps had taken their business to Otro Mundo, the new hangout that Ryder Latimer and Diego Rivera had opened adjacent to Diego’s art gallery in SoHo.
Otro Mundo provided fine dining and the possibility for other adventures in the kinds of decadent surroundings that the two older vampires had experienced over the course of their long lives.
Apparently the two human wannabes had struck a chord with a growing contingent of the undead, providing them and their human consorts
with such opulence that the Blood Bank no longer held any interest. Not that he would know much about such opulence, he thought, recalling the hungry days of his youth in Wales.
After his father had been killed in a coal-mining accident, his family had been forced to live off whatever they could grow on their small plot of land. Not nearly enough for the brood of six. At times food had been so scarce that he would make a thin soup from whatever greens he could gather in the woods so that he could leave what little food they had for his mother and younger siblings.
Until he had found a way to earn some money. He considered now that starving might have been better.
Shoving those painful recollections away, Blake scoped out the occupants of the bar, needing to satisfy the hunger that the inexpensive beef’s blood had failed to quench.
As his gaze swept over the dance floor, he noticed the attractive blonde moving to the hard beats of the music spewing from the Blood Bank’s stereo system. Foley, the owner of the Blood Bank, was too cheap to hire live musicians.
When she turned in his direction as she danced, her gaze briefly skimmed across his.
He thought he detected a glimmer of interest there and so he rose, added a bit of swagger to his walk as he approached the dance floor. He weaved through the crowd of dancers until he was just an arm’s length from the blonde.
No doubt remained about her interest, since she shot a knowing grin his way. He joined her in the dance, her luscious young body plastered to his, her sweet, firm buttocks caressing his front. Even as he did so, he knew the attractive chit could only fulfill one need—his thirst for blood.
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