Author: T.A. Grey
Series: The Untouchables (# 2)
Genre: Paranormal Erotic (high heat level with graphic
language)
Publisher: Self Published
Release Date: Nov 21 2013
Edition/Formats Available In: E~Book
It all began nearly 600 years ago…
A dangerous vampire, mated to a woman his heart no longer
beats for.
A mistake that would change his entire life.
A mistake so horrific it would lead Grayson Blackmoore back
to one woman.
A woman who holds the power to shatter him
completely—Arabella Donahue.
Vengeance, bloodshed. The hunt is on and Grayson won’t stop
until they're all dead.
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She smiled and held his hand a little tighter where their
hands joined, energy swirled. He couldn’t see it but he could feel the presence
of something special in her. Maybe she really was his bruid. A flicker of hope
sprung. That could explain why she made him feel so strange…so good.
“My mother’s not around. My father’s always traveling so I
go with him. He’s really good at finding people.”
“My father is Argonzo Blackmoore, president of the were and
vampire council.”
Her fingers flexed at the name. Everyone knew the name of
his father. He was one of the most powerful people in the world. “That’s if
you’re really that awful Grayson.”
“Awful?” Surprise got the better of him.
A playful look crossed her face. “I hear Grayson is a
stalwart hero who’s as impenetrable as rock in a fight.”
That almost made him laugh. “No one says anything so poetic
about me.”
“True. I believe what they really said was that you were a
quiet vampire with a temper.” She threw her head back and laughed, revealing
the smooth length of her neck, and the thumping pulse beating beneath the skin.
Gray had to force his gaze away from her vein.
Too late!
He saw the throbbing vein. The muscles in his neck locked
tight in a painful knot as he straightened his spine. His fangs distended. Only
weak, or young, vampires couldn’t control their compulsion to feed at the sight
of a vein. Panic grabbed at him. How shameful to reveal his fangs to her, to
show weakness to this woman. No! Grayson’s heart beat frantically, sweat
slicked the back of his neck, he wouldn’t do it. Even if he had to kiss her to
keep her from seeing those vile teeth. Wait. His mind slowed. Kiss her? Grayson
froze, his wayward thought garnering far too much consideration.
“Are you feeling well?” Concern pulled the girl’s eyebrows
into a furrow that still made her look impossibly sweet.
His eyes locked on her mouth. All he could manage in answer
was a brisk shake of his head—no.
“Is there anything I can do?” she asked.
Again, he shook his head. How was it he knew he needed to
open his mouth and speak to her, yet he couldn’t think of a single thing to
say?
He was nearly hugging her. They’d long stopped dancing. They
merely stood there touching each other. Suddenly words he hadn’t known he wanted
to say burst from him. “Please tell me if you are her!” He shook her with the
question. “I must know.”
The smile on her face faded. Sadness transformed her face
into something beautifully bad. The look made his own heart break into pieces
at the sight. “Are you truly Grayson Blackmoore or are you funning me, my
lord?”
Just then the sound of rocks being removed began. They’d
been found. People on the other side of the rubble started clearing it out. The
crashing of stone made it difficult to answer her without yelling. Grayson
grabbed the girl’s hand and pulled her further back into the room as dust and
small rocks trickled down from the pile.
When he had her attention he told her, “I am.”
She blinked as if she’d forgotten what he was talking about.
Then she remembered.
Grayson must admit he wasn’t prepared for the impact her
stricken face had on him. He nearly took back his words—however stupid that’d
be. He nearly denied truly being Grayson, he’d do anything, to remove that
expression from her face. Anything.
The rocks were being pulled away faster. They didn’t have
much time. Grayson felt like he
held a delicate kite in his hands on a thin string and the
wind was whipping by trying to tear the kite from him.
Leaning close he asked, “Are you her?”
Her lips parted before she fixed her expression into an
unreadable mask. He hated the look; she was hiding something. That secret look
made his stomach plummet. But her next move caught him completely by surprise.
The beautiful blonde were, not the dark-haired vampire who he’d be mating with
tonight, stepped up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips to his.
It was Grayson Blackmoore’s first real kiss.
Grayson jerked in surprise, but didn’t sever their tentative
connection. Their breaths stirred, mingled. Eyes stayed locked in a warm
embrace. Gently, he pressed his lips more firmly against hers. Their lips
touched completely now. He yearned to close his eyes and kiss her properly how
he’d really like to, but he could hear voices now. The wall was nearly torn
down.
Grayson stepped back from temptation, feeling as dazed as
the girl looked. The stones were removed moments later and a flood of faces
swept into the small room. His father was before him, angry. Not that anyone
but close family could see that the president of the were and vampire community
was anything more than mildly annoyed. No, Grayson had been around his father
long enough to recognize the stiff upper lip and quickened steps.
He was dragged to a room the size of an area. It was packed
full of unfamiliar faces, both were and vampire. The room smelled of expensive
cologne, blood that filled glasses, and sweetness from poppy flowers used to
decorate the occasion.
“We do not have time to idle, son. The Redenver father has
it in his head this is a poor sign of tidings to come. Hurry, we must begin the
ceremony before he reneges on his deal.” Argonzo Blackmoore was a tall, slender
figure with the nose of a hawk, and the complexion of an Italian.
“Now?”
His father cast him a spared glance, watchful. “Yes, now.
Are you ready?”
It was time. He would meet and mate with his one and only
now. How strange that a cool stillness crept over him, bracing him, in that
moment. Those unfamiliar faces turned to watch him and his father as they made
their way to the center of the room to the dais on which stood the awaiting
Blackmoore and Redenver family.
It wasn’t her.
Tongue dry as parchment, Grayson licked his lips. It
couldn’t be her. The possibility of it was next to nothing. Yet, as his father
released him and Grayson marched up the dais to meet his bruid, he yearned for
that familiar face to stare up at him from beneath the veil. One that could
dazzle him with a smile.
His father announced the families to the quieting crowd.
Grayson stood tall next to a girl wearing a loose white gown with a veil
obscuring her face from view. Grayson would soon pull that veil up to reveal
her. And so it began.
He and the quiet girl who had yet to speak a word were
positioned to face one another. Grayson swore everyone could see the sweat
dripping down his temples. He was sure of it. Everyone knew he didn’t want to
be here right now. They had to see it in the strain on his face. His hands
managed not to tremble as he took his bruid’s slender hands in his own. For a
second he found himself trying to learn if this girl’s hands were the same as
the girl he’d danced with. The girl had been wearing gloves so he didn’t have
any clue how her hands looked. Were they slender fingered with long nails like
the girl next to him had?
The moment came crashing over Grayson with staggering
finality. A priest spoke vows before them, his words sounding as if they came
from far away. On a final word, the bruid before him slowly pulled back the
veil.
It felt like someone was skinning him alive, such was the
agony of waiting to see.
Was it her?
He didn’t think he’d ever wanted anything so badly in his
life as he wanted this. The first strands of hair came into view. The very
world rolled before him making the room spin in a whirlwind of motion. Grayson
rocked on the heel of his boots nearly losing his balance before he caught
himself. Did anyone see him losing control right now? Did anyone even care that
his world was completely upside down?
Across the room stood a girl. In front of him, a lovely girl
with eyes the color of coal and hair dark as night looked up at him with calm
acceptance. Across the room, his eyes stayed locked on a girl with the wildest
blonde hair he’d ever seen. She stared at him with an expression
Grayson knew he’d never be able to forget. For her look
showed exactly how he felt right now—ravaged. Like he’d found something
precious and perfect for a few minutes but now had to put the gift down and
walk away from it. She shook her head as if to clear her head from what she was
seeing. His body nearly surged towards her, wanting, no, needing to go to her
and comfort her.
Then Anita of Redenver spoke, and in a strong voice vowed to
stay beside Grayson for eternity.
It was his turn. His role had already been cast. His mother,
his family, were more important than him.
Grayson Blackmoore delivered his vows as succinctly as Anita
had. Applause broke out as Argonzo presented Grayson and Anita to the crowd.
Shiny teeth flashed in forced, over-bright smiles from the faces below. But
across the room, the face he sought to look upon one final time was gone. And
he realized, it would never be there again.
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