Die for Love

DIE LOVE
by Caridad Pineiro
December 2013
Entangled Ignite
ISBN-13: 9781622664320
Re-Released 2015

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Teaser

She never thought she’d fall in love with a dead man…

But FBI Agent Diana Reyes couldn’t resist sexy Southern vampire Ryder Latimer. After years of fighting the good fight together, it’s time for the happily-ever-after, but life just isn’t fair. Diana is expecting, but the pregnancy is taking a toll on her precarious health. To save the baby and Diana, she and Ryder must make a most difficult choice: turn Diana into a vampire or risk losing both her and the baby. Only to do that, Ryder risks the wrath of being sanctioned by the Slayer Council.

A danger from the past will force her to choose duty over friends and her lover…

Dhampir Michaela Ramirez’s position on the Slayer Council is fragile at best, but buoyed by the support of newfound vampire friends and her lover, FBI Director Jesus Hernandez, Michaela is moving away from her quest to find the vampire who sired her and killed her mother. But that past will soon come to haunt her and force her to choose between the lover who fulfills her and the friends who helped save her life in order to have justice for her mother and the Slayer Council.

Ryder Latimer lived without love for centuries and can’t imagine doing it again…

Ryder’s immortal life was empty until Diana Reyes charged into it. Now she is his wife and expecting his child, something he never thought possible. He would do anything to save them, including risking his own life in a fight against the Slayer Council and the vampire who wants to see Michaela dead.A danger from the past will force her to choose duty over friends and her lover.

Excerpt

Prologue
Jersey Shore
Eighteen Years Ago

The rich scent of the woman’s blood peppered the night air.

The woman who should be long dead.

Connall Burk had grown up on the Jersey Shore centuries ago, and now as an immortal vampire, he came back every summer to relive the many pleasant nights he’d experienced on the oceanfront. Good thing. Apparently he had loose ends to tie up.

He hadn’t seen the woman in the yellow sundress for nearly eight years. Not since the warm summer night he had wooed her at a bar just a few towns over. He remembered her vividly; her blue eyes were amazing, mesmerizing.

They’d gone for a walk that night, and after finding a quiet place under the boardwalk, he’d led her deep beneath the fragrant, freshly laid planks of wood.

And then he had raped her and drained her dry of blood, relishing the intoxicating sight of life extinguishing in those blue, blue eyes.

Or at least he had thought it had. Now that he knew better, he intended to fix his mistake.

But not before having a little fun.

Moments ago when he spotted her, he’d gone after her, but the bouncer at the bar had stepped between them, keeping him from seizing her and hauling her off.

She’d run, of course. But he had scratched her arm as he’d grabbed for her, and she was bleeding. Child’s play for a vampire to follow.

With mounting anticipation, he tracked the scent of her blood and the crackle and snap of the sharp marsh grasses as she fled down the dunes. It had been a dry summer along the Shore and the noise was enough to wake the dead. But they were alone on the beachfront.

Or were they? She crested a dune and the moonlight shone, highlighting her bright yellow sundress. Beside her, closer to the ground, there was a brief movement of a shadow. But it disappeared just as quickly.

Her gaze connected with his, filled with fear. He smiled. The only thing more intoxicating than the fragrance of her blood was the smell of her terror.

She turned and ran again. Not that she would escape him.

Eager for a taste of her, he hurtled toward her at vamp speed, but she surprised him, whirling to hold her ground.

She held her head high in what she must have thought was a courageous tilt, but it was merely reckless. Did she not remember who he was? What he was? Blood flowed freely from the cut on her arm, liquid obsidian in the moonlight, making him salivate. So tempting…

“You didn’t think you could escape me again, did you?” Connall said, sauntering to stand before her.

She looked past him, but when he went to track her gaze, she challenged him. “You will not rape me again. I won’t allow it.”

He stared at her, incredulous and angry. “You won’t allow it?”

He laughed then, and with a slash, he raked his razor-like fingernails across her throat, slashing it open. Blood gushed from the wound and spilled down her throat, staining the bright yellow sundress with streaks of crimson.

She brought a hand to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but he yanked it away and laughed even louder. “I’ll rape you as you die. And I’ll rape you afterward, as your body cools. But first—”

No sense wasting such delicious fare.

He wrapped his arm around her, holding her body tight to his as he buried his mouth in the slash of her wound and fed greedily. The life force in her blood awakened his baser desires, and he ripped off the top of her sundress.

The blood from her throat dripped down onto her breasts and he licked at them, then bit her hard. She moaned in pain and tried to push him away, but by now her actions were half-hearted. Half-dead.

He forced her to the ground, alternating between feeding from her throat and her breasts. Jerking open his pants, he freed his cock, then tore off her panties. He drove into her, relishing her agonized moans and the orgy of her blood. Pleasuring himself long after her heart had stopped beating.

His head spun, high from the feeding, his bloodlust sated for now. With one last, powerful thrust he spilled his seed, then fell away from her onto his back with a groan of contentment.

Another perfect night on the Jersey Shore.

The summer breeze cooled her blood on his lips and face, cooled the heat of his vampire demon. He got to his feet, the marsh grasses rustling beneath them. A muffled sound came from a few yards away. Was someone else nearby, watching? Warily, he crouched and searched the area, but spotted no one although he detected a soft, fragile heartbeat with his vamp senses. He went to search out the source, then stopped short as the vibrations of heavy footsteps in the distance warned that others were on the way. The bouncer must have called the cops.

With a burst of vamp speed, Connall escaped into the night.