Deadly desire
For Evette Francois, falling in love is the end of the worldâliterally. A witch from a long and distinguished line, Evee wields power that comes at a devastating price. If she ever loves a human, all of humanity will suffer. Resisting the temptations of men has never been terribly difficultâuntil she meets Lucien Hyland. One member of a cabal devoted to preventing a race of interdimensional monsters from ruling the universe. Lucien is the most exquisite creature Evee has ever seen. If she succumbs to passion, death and chaos will follow. But she may not be strong enough to fight her desire.
Something inside Evee told her to move on. To go upstairs and shower as sheâd proposed earlier.
Instead, she stood staring at him, neither saying a word. Before she knew it, Evee sensed what almost felt like human hands push her closer to Lucien, seemingly without her consent. Suddenly, Evee found her lips on Lucienâs, kissing him fiercely. His hands cupped the sides of her face and he returned the kiss, matching her ferocity.
The moment her lips touched Lucienâs, Evee felt such a thirst overtake her, it was like every ounce of moisture in her body had been depleted, her body suddenly dehydrated. So much so she could have drunk the entire Mississippi River and would still be craving more.
His full lips, so delicious, succulent.
Lucienâs mouth moved over her chin, down the side of her neck.
A moan escaped Eveeâs lips, and she whispered, âDonât let me go ⦠donât.â
DEBORAH LEBLANC is an award-winning, bestselling author and business owner from Lafayette, Louisiana. She is also a licensed death-scene investigator, a licensed private investigator and has been a paranormal investigator for over twenty years. Deborah is currently the house âclairsendiumâ for the upcoming paranormalinvestigation television show Through the Veil.
She served four years as president of the Horror Writers Association, eight years as president of the Writersâ Guild of Acadiana and two years as president of Mystery Writers of Americaâs Southwest Chapter.
In 2007, Deborah founded Literacy Inc., a nonprofit organization dedicated to fighting illiteracy in Americaâs teens. Deborah also takes her passion for literacy and a powerful ability to motivate to high schools around the country.
For more information, visit deborahleblanc.com and literacyinc.com.
My heartfelt thanks to Rich, Meme and Roeâyou help make so much happen!
Chapter 1
EvetteâEveeâFrançois watched as black and pus-yellow liquid flowed from Baileyâs arm when Daven clawed through it. Both were Nosferatu and hell-bent on destroying each other. Aside from Bailey and Daven, six more Nosferatu had paired off, each viciously attacking the other. Her head captain, Pierre, supposedly in charge of the two-hundred-plus Nosferatu they forced to remain in the catacombs and allowed out only for feedings, did his best to stop the fighting. Heâd stretched his bulk of a body to its full eight feet, had morphed into his natural stateâbald head with a large, throbbing vein that started at his forehead and then extended over the crown of his scalp like tree branches. His fangs, the longest and most lethal of all the teeth possessed by the Nosferatu within the catacombs, were bared. His hands had balled into fists. And when he shouted, the walls seemed to vibrate with the fierceness of his voice.
âEnough! As leader of this clan, I say enough! Return to your assigned spaces at once!â
Instead of listening to Pierre, more Nosferatu began to fight. They hissed and shrieked, and Evee let out a heavy sigh. She noticed that the Nosferatu who werenât fighting were either hiding behind a crypt or had rolled onto a grave shelf, seemingly content to watch, but not wanting to engage in any brawl.
âWeâve got to get them under control before they kill one another,â Lucien Hyland said emphatically. He took hold of the two steel bars from a floor-to-ceiling gate that separated the outside world from the catacombs of St. Johnâs Cathedral. He shook them, then pulled the thick chain and padlock that secured the gates. Neither gate nor padlock budged.
âCousin, get your hands away from the barsââ Before Ronan Hyland could finish his warning, two Nosferatu slammed into the gate. Both reached for Lucien.
Lucien sprang backward, away from the gate, then looked from his cousin to Evee, who was leaning against a stone column, arms crossed over her chest.
âWhy arenât you doing something?â Lucien asked Evee, his emerald green eyes ablaze with anger. âYouâre acting rather nonchalant over this ordeal. Why? Canât you see theyâre going to kill each other? Canât you see all the...blood?â