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Unholy Night
by Candice Gilmer
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: Can love be found on the unholiest night of the year? There are some things Marissa Van Dyke won't do--celebrate Halloween is one of them. When she's guilted into attending a Halloween party, a flamboyant woman dressed as a gypsy claims Marissa will be saved three times before she's finally free. Foolish Halloween games, according to Marissa. Her life is fine; not perfect, but good enough, and nothing could save her anyway. All she wants is to leave the party until a man named Neil Drigan materializes at her side, making her forget everything but his hauntingly familiar green eyes. His animal magnetism is a dangerous temptation on a night she's always reserved for mourning. Can there be salvation under his powerful presence--even on such an unholy night? Warning: Some explicit sex, shapeshifting characters, and a tiny bit of psychic abilities.
eBook Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc., 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: December 2008
 
19 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [96 KB]
Words: 18884
Reading time: 53-75 min.
"Candice Glimer's world and character building in Unholy Night is phenomenal! If this story is an example of what we are to expect from new publisher Lyrical Press, I for one will be keeping an eye on them."--Catherine Smith, ParaNormal Romance Reviews
Chapter 1
October 1st
The glow of the moon lit the hard ground, trees casting monstrous shadows almost to the edges of the concrete. Plenty of places for enemies to hide; enemies of man and enemies of myth could weave through the dark, not to be seen. They lurked in the night, ready to attack.
Footsteps crunched across the pavement while the winds whipped in search of something to splatter against, dying only at the line of the woods. The branches flew about, spilling leaves onto the earth.
The animal heard more footsteps, another kind of hunter, not one of his own. The slow echoes of the other hunter's trek, disguised by the whipping winds, were almost undetectable to the prey.
The other was darker, a mythical lust spilling off him as he stalked. The lust, far beyond what a human could comprehend, eroded the air around the creature, choking the animal on its horrid stench of sick desire.
This mortal enemy would attack.
The animal waited no more--the other would soon know that he was not the only mythical in the field this night.
The human prey, forgotten by the animal, moved closer into danger.
Air currents shifted, bringing a smell to the animal, the smell of female--a lacing of floral, of sweetness, and of death. An odd combination to be certain, but nonetheless the scent was there.
The animal continued.
The closer he got to the hunter, the stronger the floral scent. The stronger the smell of the floral, the stronger the hunter's own smell increased.
The animal was almost there.
The hunter emerged from the shadows, heading straight for the floral-scented one.
Boom.
Thud.
Attack, went the animal.
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