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Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Romance
Description: Book three in the Into the Shadows Series How do you show a man willing to die in pursuit of revenge that some things are worth living for? Seth Feeney has a mission. Put an end to the Rogue vampire who turned him against his will and ruined his life. Nothing will deter him from that mission, not death and certainly not a red-headed vampire who makes his blood race. Brielle has a mission as well. Track down Seth Feeney and make sure he doesn't get his fool-headed self killed. She and her partner are seasoned operatives for the Triumvirate. Tracking a vamp who'd been changed for little over a year should be a walk in the park. Should be. Brielle didn't count on just how skilled Seth is, newly turned or not. Nor did she count on her reaction to him when she does get close enough to stop him. As Seth gets closer to his target, can Brielle convince Seth to accept her help in taking the Rogue down? What's more, can she show him his life isn't over, that life with her can be more rewarding than anything he would have had as a human?
eBook Publisher: Total-e-bound, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: March 2011

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [138 KB]
Words: 29160
Reading time: 83-116 min.

Brielle stood in the centre of the small, dingy motel room, frustration radiating off her in waves. Damn it, he was always one step ahead of them.

"Why the hell does he stay in shitholes like this?" she demanded, her nose wrinkled in disgust.

Her partner, Cayden, turned towards her, eyebrow raised. "Just to piss you off?"

Brielle snorted and looked over at Silas, the young recruit they were training. "Your thoughts?"

Silas shifted on his feet, and Brielle smiled reassuringly. The poor kid hovered in the doorway, almost afraid to come in, to speak up.

"Well, rooms like this are easy. They're cheap, no one asks questions or calls the cops, and he'd have no problem finding someone to feed from," he pointed out in a quiet voice.

"Good." She nodded. "Though feeding from crackheads? Prostitutes? I don't think so." They'd been tracking their target for three months now, and even though Brielle'd had limited contact with him, she couldn't see him feeding from street scum. He seemed...above that, somehow.

Cayden crouched next to the wastebasket and pulled out a paper sack. Peering inside, he responded, "No feeding, period." He pulled out two plastic bags--blood bags. "Looks like he's been hitting the blood bank again."

Brielle frowned. Every room, every time, the damned blood bags. If she didn't know better, she'd believe he didn't feed, but that didn't make sense. Why would any vampire not feed, not feel warm blood flowing from the vein? Sometimes donated blood worked in a pinch, but to choose that? She couldn't imagine why.

With a sigh, she crossed the room and started going through the desk drawers in case something had been left behind. So far, nothing ever was, but sooner or later, he was bound to get careless.

"Silas, go out on the street, show Feeney's picture around and see if anyone has seen him," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am." He turned and hurried from the room.

She knew it was a fool's errand. It was highly unlikely anyone would admit to knowing a damned thing, but she needed a moment to think without the younger operative around. She glanced at Cayden. Her partner did too. He hadn't been too happy about taking on a recruit to train, but when Fen and Jae asked a favour, you did it. Not only were they the top operatives for the Triumvirate, which meant every operative answered to them, they were always ready to help whenever anyone needed it. They'd come to Brielle's aid more times than she cared to remember, especially when she herself had been a new operative.

She really didn't mind helping them out by training Silas, and this was a fairly safe assignment. Their target wasn't a danger to anyone, but himself. And Silas was a good kid--smart, observant, dependable--he'd make a hell of an operative someday.

Asking him to leave was as much for him as for her and Cayden. Her partner didn't hide his displeasure at having Silas with them. Brielle was used to his moodiness, but Silas seemed baffled, and hurt, by Cayden's coldness and often sharp tone.

"He's good, Brie. Always one step ahead," Cayden commented as he searched the closet.

Brielle frowned as he voiced her earlier thought. "Well, we're better, and sooner or later, his luck is going to run out."

"Hopefully, sooner rather than later or he's going to get himself killed."

She cursed under her breath as she closed the last empty drawer. Moving to the bedside table, she continued her search. She pulled the small drawer open, and even though it appeared empty, she ran her hand along the back of it. Her fingers snagged what felt like a piece of paper. Her heart stuttered as she grasped it. Could he have finally left something behind, some clue as to where he'd gone from here?