In the newest Night
Rebel novel, set in New York Times bestselling author Jeaniene Frost’s Night
Huntress world, beautiful, daring vampire Veritas risks all to protect Ian…
Some promises are meant
to be broken…
Veritas spent most of
her life as a vampire Law Guardian. Now, she’s about to break every rule by
secretly hunting down the dark souls that were freed in order to save Ian. But
the risks are high. For if she gets caught, she could lose her job. And
catching the sinister creatures might cost Veritas her own life.
Some vows are forever…
Ian’s memories might be
fragmented, but this master vampire isn’t about to be left behind by the woman
who entranced him, bound herself to him, and then disappeared. So what if
demons, other Law Guardians, and dangerous, otherworldly forces stand against
them? Come hell or high water, Ian intends to remind Veritas of the burning
passion between them, because she is the only person seared on his mind—and his
soul…out the Book
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Excerpt
“What’s so amusing?” I
asked in my chilliest voice.
“You,” he said, still
chuckling. “Knew you must fancy me to convince Crispin to lie his arse off to
protect me from a demon I can’t remember, but I didn’t realize this.”
“Realize what?”
He gave me a sunny
smile. “You’re madly in love with me.”
“What?”
He waved away my gasp.
“Nothing to be ashamed of. You’re in the company of multitudes, though none of
them got me to the proverbial altar the way you did. Have I mentioned how
impressive that was? Blimey, talk about making the impossible a reality.”
Outrage had me
sputtering. “You are such an ass—”
“Can’t blame it on the
Red Dragon, either,” he went on as if I hadn’t spoken. “I’ve been high on that
several times, yet never woken up with a wife before. Means I must have wanted
to marry you, too, shocking though the thought may be.”
“Your arrogance is
astounding—”
“Then again, I do know
you’re mine,” he continued, eyes gleaming now. “Did I tell you I sometimes feel
things before they happen? Ah, I can see from your expression that I did.
Imagine my surprise when I felt that you were mine the first time I saw you. Felt
it again with every memory I had of you. Felt it when you were lying your arse
off to the council about me, too, and I really felt it when I walked into your
hotel room and breathed in your true scent.” He came close, letting me see him
inhale again. “Knocked me right off my feet,” he murmured. “’Course, that also
could have been the new memory it elicited, but either way, I know you’re mine.
And so do you.”
“Bullshit,” I said with
all the emotion I was denying.
Ian only smiled. “Keep
pretending, then. I don’t need you to admit what you feel in order for you to
help me recover what I’ve lost. You can show me.”
I regained enough
control to ask, “How will I show you?”
“Being near you has
already inspired one new memory. I expect more will come the longer we’re
together.” His gaze turned knowing. “Did you realize that? Is that the other
reason you’ve tried so hard to avoid me?”
“No.” But now that I did
know, it would be.
If Ian remembered
everything, he’d never let me pay the price for his resurrection alone. His
sense of honor would demand that he hunt down the other souls along with me,
danger be damned. I had to get away from him before that happened. But now that
he could teleport, how could I escape him?
Of course. Ian was
formidable, but he did have one rather large weakness.
I came toward him and
dropped my glamour. My skirt suit was already ripped from the ghoul fight and
being buried alive, so my real curves almost overflowed the torn fabric, now
too tight. His gaze raked me from the top of my streaked, silvery hair all the
way to my feet, and his nostrils flared when he caught my real scent.
“There you are,” he said
in a throaty voice.
“Here I am,” I agreed
softly.
Then I put my arms
around him, steeling myself not to get lost in the feel of him. He pulled me
close, his body flush against mine. Every nerve ending I had caught fire. So
much for me maintaining control. Still, I couldn’t stop now. I tilted my head
back and parted my lips, an invitation for him to kiss me.
His eyes glowed emerald
as he took me up on it.
About the Author
JEANIENE FROST is the New York Times, USA Today, and international bestselling author of the Night Huntress and Night Prince series, as well as the Night Huntress World novels. To date, foreign rights for her novels have sold to twenty different countries. Jeaniene lives in Florida with her husband, Matthew, rarely cooks and always sleeps in on the weekends. Aside from writing, Jeaniene enjoys reading, poetry, watching movies with her husband, exploring old cemeteries, spelunking and traveling — by car. Airplanes, children, and cook books frighten her.
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