Vampire Mistress by Joey W. Hill

Author:Joey W. Hill [Hill, Joey W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Romance, Erotic, Adult, SciFi/Fantasy, Vampires
ISBN: 9781101187524
Google: bRMuUaDxFFYC
Amazon: B0042P56DA
Barnesnoble: B0042P56DA
Goodreads: 7095049
Publisher: Berkley Trade
Published: 2010-05-03T12:00:00+00:00

“Christ, are you a woman? Would you just fucking say it?”

“Fine.” Daegan rose. “Let her make you her servant. Let her into your head.” The words hit his brainpan, but they had to sizzle and burn before they penetrated. Gideon stared at him.

“I didn’t hear you right.”

“You heard me well enough.” Daegan gave him an even look. “A new vampire doesn’t usually take a full servant for many years, because she must learn how to guard her thoughts, and not plumb the servant’s mind too deeply. In Anwyn’s case, because of the poison in her sire’s blood, I believe she needs someone immediately. You already anticipate her attacks, and with a mind connection, you could help her with bouts of erratic behavior that may continue past the bloodlust transition.”

“So you want me to be like some kind of dog for the disabled.”

“If you like. She has many collars here. I suspect you like rhinestones.”

“I suspect you can fuck off.”

Daegan’s look became steel, an expression suggesting Gideon was about to cross a line.Good. He liked to see it clearly when he stepped over it. “I’m not becoming any vampire’s slave, not now, not ever,” he said emphatically.

“As long as you see it that way, I believe you,” Daegan agreed. “But I know you’d lay down your life for any woman in need. This is no different. A servant is not only functional. A third mark is a reserve of strength for a vampire. When something knocks a vampire off her axis, the servant can provide the strength to steady the boat.”

Gideon knew that, damn it. Lyssa had drawn strength from Jacob when she most needed it. “You know, I’m getting sick of hearing the things you know about me, without explaining how you know them.”

“Another topic, another time. We will stay focused on this.”

“Then don’t bullshit me. You’re not the only one who knows things. She’ll be a vampire,” Gideon said shortly. “Doesn’t matter what she was yesterday; I know what happens. How she’ll change. And what being a servant means in your world.”

He almost snarled at Daegan’s fixed expression. “I’m the wrong choice for it. When and if she wants a servant, she’ll choose someone else. Someone better. In a couple weeks, when she’s well on her way through the worst of this”—he hoped—“you won’t even need me. I’ll head out.”

“And go back to killing vampires like her.” Daegan leaned against a support column. A small photograph of a peaceful beach had been hung there, some original signed print. A sunrise, lots of reds and golds and pinks. An early-morning beauty that would be a death sentence for Anwyn if she were caught out in it.

“No, not like her,” Gideon spat. “More like that garbage you took out tonight.”

“Fine.” Daegan straightened. “As I told you, we all have our lines in the sand. Once you committed to it, there could be no doubts. She can’t afford weak loyalty.” Gideon wanted to argue, but it was knee-jerk, irritation at the vampire’s tone, not at the truth of it.

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