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A paranormal category romance novella from Entangled's Covet imprint...
Does he follow his heart or his thirst?
Otherworlder Enforcement Agent Beatrice Davis hasn't seen her ex, Chicago police detective and vampire, Claude Desmarais in years. Finding him at the door and asking for her help was the last thing she expected. But when Beatrice identifies an object for him?through touch?she realizes that this is one investigation she can't walk away from...
Claude is stunned that the local Magister?a vampire he trusts?is the prime suspect in his off-the-books investigation. Even as old desires smoulder beneath the surface, Claude is determined to prove the magister's innocence, and Beatrice is just as determined to prove him wrong. But neither of them are prepared when the killer makes a desperate and deadly move...
Previously released on Entangled’s Ever After imprint – October 2013
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Vampire Games - Tiffany Allee
Does he follow his heart or his thirst?
Otherworlder Enforcement Agent Beatrice Davis hasn’t seen her ex, Chicago police detective and vampire, Claude Desmarais in years. Finding him at the door and asking for her help was the last thing she expected. But when Beatrice identifies an object for him—through touch—she realizes that this is one investigation she can’t walk away from...
Claude is stunned that the local Magister—a vampire he trusts—is the prime suspect in his off-the-books investigation. Even as old desires smoulder beneath the surface, Claude is determined to prove the magister’s innocence, and Beatrice is just as determined to prove him wrong. But neither of them are prepared when the killer makes a desperate and deadly move...
Previously released on Entangled’s Ever After imprint – October 2013
From the Files of the
Otherworlder Enforcement Agency
Vampire Games
Tiffany Allee
Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Discover more from the Files of the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency…
Banshee Charmer
Succubus Lost
Lycan Unleashed
Don’t Bite the Bridesmaid
Don’t Blackmail the Vampire
Temptation by Fire
Discover more paranormal romance titles from Entangled…
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2013 by Tiffany Allee. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
Previously released on Entangled’s Ever After imprint – October 2013
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Edited by Erin Molta and Robin Haseltine
Cover design by Curtis Svehlak
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ISBN 978-1-62266-142-8
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition October 2013
To Hillary. For all the things.
Chapter One
For once, it wasn’t a nightmare that woke me. The booming knock at my door sounded again and I dragged myself out of bed. I held my gun at my side, out of view, and opened the door a few inches. Yes?
The man didn’t appear to be armed, I’d give him that. But I was, even if it was my personal sidearm, and knocking so loudly before my alarm went off was almost enough to make me shoot him. But I was a professional. An agent with the Otherworlder Enforcement Agency. And shooting a man for waking me up before dawn would result in a heck of a lot of paperwork.
I hated paperwork.
By the looks of his expensive suit, obviously tailored to his lean frame, he wasn’t delivering a package. But he had the slightly pale pallor of a vampire, which meant a standard-issue bullet would probably just piss him off unless I got in a really lucky shot.
My bleary gaze sharpened. Shock hit me as I studied the line of his jaw, and the paleness of his blue eyes. What the hell was he doing here?
Beatrice?
His gaze slid down my oversized flannel pajamas as if my outfit wasn’t quite what he was expecting. Long time.
Yeah.
I fought the heat flushing my face but lost. What did I care what the bloodsucker thought of my pj’s? It was five o’clock in the damn morning. What was I supposed to be wearing? Even agents got cold in St. Louis in March. Why are you here, Claude?
The Chicago detective ran a hand through his hair, and for a split second I could feel its softness sliding between my fingers.
I need your services.
He flashed me a grin, and I frowned at his flirting tone. Once upon a time I might have flirted back—okay, I definitely would have flirted back. But it had been a rough couple of weeks. A rough year. Ever since my former partner and I had worked a big case involving succubi being kidnapped and sold to the highest bidder, I’d struggled against dark emotions. I had seen too many horrible experiences, and I hadn’t been able to let up or take a break from work for far too long. Lives had been on the line, succubi kidnapped and murdered.
It wasn’t unusual for us to go through this kind of thing, hit a breaking point and need to slow down and take some time away. But I didn’t like it. I was at my best when I was working, and there was always another criminal to take down.
What kind of services?
Your services as a psychometrist, of course. I have an object that I believe may carry a psychic imprint,
he clarified, but his flirtatious grin didn’t falter.
No shit. Here I was figuring you’d stopped by to chat.
Well, aren’t you charming before your first cup of coffee?
I didn’t grin at his joke, but it was a near thing. Of course he was looking for my services as a psychometrist. Investigators didn’t show up at my door at this time of night looking to chat. My ability to read the psychic imprints left on objects was at a premium these days. Not that my interpretations could clinch a case. Fact was, half the time my powers didn’t work. True emotional trauma had to have occurred near the object for a psychic imprint—unless I was able to read something physically connected to a person, like their hair.
You’re a long way from Chicago.
The vampire was something of a legend among cops. As a member of the Chicago Paranormal Unit, he’d solved several high-profile crimes that had made the national news. And more than that, he was rumored to be high up in whatever private echelon vampires used out of the public eye.
You’re worth the trip,
he said. Then, at my glare, he quickly added, You’re the best psychometrist in the Midwest.
That’s bull.
He blinked. Excuse me?
I’m the best in the country.
I gave him a lazy smile. Okay, maybe I was up to flirting a bit, even if seeing him still stung. Claude had shown his true colors long ago. But that doesn’t explain why you’re here.
Especially considering that I wasn’t, strictly speaking, on duty for the next two weeks—if psych even approved me to come back then.
My gut twisted at the thought, but Claude laughed, and some of my tension released. The man was too damn pretty and, laughing, he was something else. Light brown hair topped his head, cut in a longish way that I suspected was designed to appear messy.
Of course, I knew the muscles that were only hinted at under that jacket were stronger than those of any human. I knew how they flexed and moved in the light. I knew how they felt under my fingertips.
You are the best in the country. Glad to see you realize it.
He stepped forward and leaned on the doorframe, slightly in my personal space, as if casually asking for a date. But I wasn’t fooled, and I didn’t back up. I could see the wariness in his eyes and the tension in his body. As if he was ready to be attacked at any moment. The Claude I knew was cool and collected—whatever he was here for, it was putting him on edge. This couldn’t be good.
I need a favor. I have some evidence that needs your special touch.
I glared at him. You ever hear of something called a formal request? Or the fucking phone? Or, I don’t know, waiting for daylight?
That all sounds terribly time-consuming.
Well, that’s the thing about doing shit the right way—
Please. It’ll take five minutes. The official paperwork will get to you eventually—you know how long that can take.
I suppressed a sigh. Five minutes? More like two hours of paperwork once the official request caught up to me. But the man had come all the way from Chicago. And it was pretty damned unlikely he’d done that on a whim.
But I was over what had happened between us—not that there had been anything to really get over. And no matter that I jerked his chain now, I was always willing to help out another investigator. Besides, I was stir-crazy. I’d been away from work for two weeks already, and it was likely to be another two before I’d be back on duty—minimum. Annoyance rushed through me at the thought, but I pushed it down.
Fine. But not here. There’s a diner down the road.
I gave him quick directions to the twenty-four-hour place. It would be almost empty this time of morning.
He grimaced. This is kind of private—evidence and all.
We’ll be discreet. Or, we can go to my office. I don’t bring my work into my home.
Not purposefully anyway. It was my sanctuary. The one place I didn’t have to think about death. Didn’t have to see it, experience it. Not that my visions didn’t follow me here—didn’t follow me everywhere. But that didn’t mean I had to invite them inside.
He shrugged. As you wish. The diner sounds good. I’m a tad peckish.
He flashed his teeth and headed down the sidewalk.
I glared after him, annoyed at the thrill that ran through me at seeing him. And worse, at the flash of his fang.
The last bit of winter clung to the St. Louis streets, seeping into my bones the second I stepped out of my house. The drive to the diner took less than five minutes—not long enough for the heater in my car to kick from cold to hot.
The diner door dinged as I opened it, then smacked the doorframe when I let it slam behind me. A man dressed in jeans and a heavy flannel shirt occupied one corner booth, nursing coffee. The large semi-truck taking up one side of the small parking lot no doubt belonged to him. I guessed the diner staff must not care about parking this early.
Claude had taken a booth on the opposite side of the diner from the trucker, hidden from view from the front door and off to one side of the counter where the waitress refilled the coffeemaker.
I sat across from Claude, noting he’d made sure to keep his back away from the front door. I was not so lucky. Then again, I wasn’t paranoid enough to think someone was going to sneak up on me at this time of the morning. But I hadn’t been alive long enough to gather the enemy list Claude probably had. Of course, he knew what I was like in the morning, pre-coffee. He might be right to be nervous.
What can I get for ya?
The waitress looked like every man’s grandma. Glasses perched on the end of her nose, and tightly curled gray hair touched her ears.
Coffee, please.
Claude gave the waitress a world-class smile, and she smiled back at him patronizingly, unimpressed with his good looks.
Decaf for me,
I said. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the air enticingly, but I refused to eat breakfast. That would be as much as admitting that I was up, and I was going back to bed the second I returned home. To sleep.
Hopefully, a dreamless sleep.
The waitress nodded and left, then returned with our coffee and a bowl of various flavors of creamers. I grabbed a couple of hazelnut packets and poured them into my cup.
Thanks again for your help,
Claude said. "How have you been, mon chou?"
Dump the small talk, Claude.
I resisted the urge to tug on my hair. How, after all this time, could the man make me immediately angry? The term of endearment pushed my buttons. It made me wonder what would have happened if things had ended differently. But it was an old wound I wasn’t keen to reopen with what-ifs.
He reached for the creamer, his hand brushing mine slightly as