Love is Darkness: A Valerie Dearborn Novel
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Valerie Dearborn wants a life as light and fluffy as cotton candy life, but it’s more like a puffer fish: pointy, unusual, and—if not prepared exactly right—deadly. In London for graduate school, Val knows she's finally free. Her father and ex-almost-boyfriend are back in California and she's out of the Vampire hunting biz for good. Or is she? She draws the attention of Lucas, a 1600 year old Vampire, and King to his kind. He’s also wicked hot. As golden as Lucifer, and just as tempting, he makes Valerie an offer she can't refuse— help him find out if the Others (Empaths, Fey and Werewolves) still exist or he'll stop protecting those she loves. Lucas tells her that Empaths were a Vampire’s biggest weakness before going extinct hundreds of years ago. While the Fey or a Werewolf might kill a Vampire, an Empath could enslave them, seducing or harming with emotions at will. The one detail he leaves out? Valerie is an Empath. And after 1600 years of an emotionless existence, Lucas wants Valerie like a recovering alcoholic wants a wine cooler. Can she keep those she loves alive, stop Lucas from munching on her, survive a fanged revolution and still find a way to have that boring, normal life she’s always wanted? Probably not, but boy is she gonna try!
arrow thing so all he has to do is hit the tripwire, and it will shoot him in the back. Assuming that doesn't cook his biscuits—I'm gonna knee him in the gonads and stab him through the heart!” She kneed an invisible attacker, then smiled at him. “Well, you scared the hell out of me. Okay, good. Solid. Has contingency options. Do you have the cyanide pill?” It wasn't really cyanide, but that's what they called it. It was basically a small ball of silver that would disintegrate into sharp pieces
there? If he wanted to kill her, she was dead. If he wanted to compel her, then she would be. It kind of sucked to be human. Val walked towards a computer and turned it on. They waited in awkward silence for it to boot up. Well, she thought it was awkward. He was older than dirt, he probably didn't even notice the two minutes it took for something to happen. Why was it that everyone complained about government agencies and their spendthrift ways and yet their technology always sucked? “Maybe
close to him. Lucas led her up the steps of the dais, walking her to a chair that sat against the wall, next to one of the guards, before gesturing for her to sit down. She sat, back to the wall, facing the crowd, but obscured from Lucas' view by the back of his throne. Her breathing was ragged, adrenaline and fear twisting through her stomach. All the vampires in the audience were staring at her. Incongruously, she thought about how ordinary she must appear next to Lucas: her boring jeans and
in control enough to wait for her to do it. She knew his emotions, had his blood, but they were weak, like the last beating flutters of one’s heart before death. Any urgency for this moment was hers. She opened her eyes and his gaze scorched her. His resolve wavered, desire for her so thick and heavy it was like she could touch it, hold it in her hands like hot sand. Now he’s going to drink me. He shook his head. Fuck, I’m transparent. She looked down his body again, unable to help herself,
“Are you crazy?” “Are you? Get your hands off the wheel!” She threw a sharp elbow to his left arm and he withdrew his hands with a grunt. As she turned to look over her shoulder, she saw indecision on his face. She felt bad he was in the middle of this, but she didn’t ask him to jump in the car and play Johnny Hero. “Look, I have a plan. Trust me. We’re almost there.” She suddenly jammed her foot on the gas pedal and his head jerked back. “Brace yourself.” His hand reached for the dash. “Hold