Paranormal Island Fantasies Anthology [Anthology]

178 Pages·2016·0.66 MB·English

by  Spear Terry

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PARANORMAL ISLAND FANTASIES

Terry Spear

Beverly Rae

Anne Leland

Kara Griffin
Triskelion Publishing
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Published by Triskelion Publishing www.triskelionpublishing.com
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First e-published by Triskelion Publishing
First e-publishing July 2005

ISBN 1-933471-36-0
Copyright © Various 2005
All rights reserved.

Cover art by Triskelion Publishing

PUBLISHER’S NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters places,
and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to

persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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ADVANCED READER COPY: DISCLAIMER

This Advance Reader Copy is the property of Terry Spear, Beverly Rae, Anne Leland and
Kara Griffin. The Advance Reader Copy may not be sold, rented, loaned, or copied.

This is an uncorrected copy and may differ slightly from the final published novel, which will
be available from Triskelion Publishing in August 2005
This work is copyrighted as of 2005 by Terry Spear, Beverly Rae, Anne Leland and Kara
Griffin.
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DEDICATION:
For fantasy and paranormal lovers everywhere, these stories are set in island paradises.
Whether in contemporary or historical settings, the lovers attempt to unite against all
odds. Come join them in their passionate struggles and enjoy the escape into our worlds.
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SEDUCING THE HUNTRESS

by Terry Spear

St. John, an enchanting island, surrounded by sugar white sand beaches, iridescent shimmering
blue waters, and blanketed in lush tropical vegetation, is one of the most pristine islands in the
Caribbean. Over two-thirds of the U.S. Virgin Island is a U.S. National Park where not only the humans
come to play, but hunters and vampires alike have made their home. Only there has been too much
peaceful coexistence of late, and evil lurks in the shadows of the night to force a deadly change.
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CHAPTER ONE

“You challenge me to seduce which woman, Catarina?” Sarzoven asked, leaning back on his
chair, the lights over the disco floor swirling around in a colorful surrealistic dazzle while heavy rock
and roll blasted all around them, causing even their seats to rumble slightly with the rhythm.
His sister smiled, her ebony eyes sparkling with amusement, her charcoal hair rolling over her
bare shoulders, the black spandex shirt she wore accentuating her breasts; the garment--a vampire-
enticing tease. She tipped her wine glass toward a voluptuous brunette seated at the jungle bar across
the dance floor.
The slinky, silk red creation the woman wore hugged her curves from her perky breasts down her
narrow waist, over a firm ass, and past her knees. Her sandaled feet rested on a brass footrest, encircling
the barstool, and rocked to the music. He couldn’t shake the image from his mind…naked, every inch
of her, writhing under his tongue and fingertips, her blood calling to him, begging him to finish her off.
She laughed, then leaned over and spoke to a red-haired female sitting next to her.
The brunette looked good enough to eat. He’d expected his sister to point out a dog. Why
would she assume the petite figure across the crowded dance floor would prove to be anymore difficult
to seduce than any other human female?
“She’s a huntress,” Catarina explained, reading his thoughts, her tone amused.
He took a sip of his cognac. Now that tidbit of information shed a whole new perspective on the
situation. Vampires normally did not seduce hunters or huntresses and live to tell of it.
Not one to turn down a challenge, he considered the huntress further. Her dark curls draped over
her fair shoulders, the thick, silky strands begging for his touch. She took a sip of a green frothy drink.
Her lips shimmered from the liquid and her tongue licked the remnants away.
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Immediately, his groin ached and his teeth itched to extend.
“Well? Are you game?” Catarina taunted.
They’d played death-defying games for six hundred years already with one another. Why not?
What had he to lose?
“What’s in it for me?”
“My estate in the Grand Cayman Islands, my dear brother, that you’ve wanted for the last thirty
years.”
“And if I lose?”
She smiled. “If you lose, I’ll get your estate in the Virgin Islands. After all, you won’t be
around to need it any longer.”
“I sense there’s something more to this huntress than you’re letting me know. Does she take a
particular satisfaction in killing our kind?”
“Let’s just say...she’s prolific.”
“Oh?” Instantly intrigued, Sarzoven imagined this could be the game of a lifetime, or at least a
highpoint of the year, which for the previous nine months had been the same as the last forty
years…painfully the same, with no peaks or valleys to add interest to his dull existence. Not that he
hadn’t tried. But nothing, not the blood-bonding parties, traveling across the world to find a soul mate,
nothing had stirred his bloodlust like the woman seated at his bar, not since his beloved Sirina had been
killed by a vengeful vampire one hundred and ten years ago. Something about the brunette called to his
manhood, like a sexy siren’s song lured fishermen to their watery graves. He couldn’t quite pinpoint the
reason for the attraction--maybe the fact she should have been strictly off limits--fanned the flame of
desire deep inside him.
“She killed ten of our blood-bonds last week. She seems to have a propensity for killing our
kind and her reputation is growing daily,” Catarina said, breaking into his thoughts.
He switched his attention from his sister to the huntress. Dimples appeared on her cheeks. How
could such a looker, happy and seemingly oblivious to the world of crime, be such a menace to the killer
vampires? And why would she be in his dance club, well known for its vampire patronage, unless she
were scoping out one of the vampires here on her death list. “I take it the vampires she targeted were
renegades, murdering without reason.”
Catarina nodded. “Of course.” She patted his shoulder, then tried to solicit his agreement. “So,
what will it be?”
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“What’s her name?”
“Miranda Landower, heir apparent to the estates of the greatest hunter around…Malvo
Landower.”
All vampires knew of Malvo Landover, a borderline genius and maniac, well respected by the
hunter community, and the only hunter most rogue vampires feared.
“Trying to beat her father’s reputation?”
Catarina poked a black curl behind her ear. “I’d say that’s as good a guess as any.”
“Has she selected a hunter mate?” If Sarzoven went after a mated huntress, the stakes were
raised considerably, and he’d want more than Catarina’s Grand Cayman estate when he won the bet.
“I imagine she’s been too wrapped up in eliminating those of us deemed requiring termination.”
He drummed his fingers on the tabletop where embedded gold and silver coins shimmered under
the lights in the glossy silicon surface. “She wouldn’t happen to have either of us on her list, now would
she?”
Catarina’s lips curved up. “You, dear boy. You.”
Raising a brow, he stood slowly, his blood instantly heated. Why the hell would anyone have
put him on a hunter’s list? Someone out for revenge…no doubt. And he wasn’t taking it lying down.
He couldn’t help the way his mouth inched up. Sleeping with the enemy? He attempted to squash the
smoldering desire threatening to derail him, and frowned. “Then I’ll have to remove my name from her
list anyway that I can, my dear sister.”
*****
Freda grabbed Miranda’s arm and said, “Ohmigod, Sarzoven is coming this way. I still don’t
understand why you wanted to see him here before you terminated him. Why didn’t you just eliminate
him in some darkened alley, like you usually do their murderous kind?”
Miranda’s stomach tightened when she sensed the shark coming in for the kill. “He’s said to
give human women an orgasm just by twitching his lips into a hint of a smile.” But that wasn’t the real
reason she made it her mission to secure more information about him, from his lips, no others’--
something about his past forced her to believe someone in the hunter hierarchy wanted the vampire dead
for his or her own dark reasons, and no way would she kill Sarzoven unless she learned he was indeed a
rogue.
Though Freda was her best friend, Miranda wouldn’t involve her in what she suspected. What if
someone did want Sarzoven killed, and Miranda let it slip she knew the truth? Then she and anyone else
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she told might be eliminated. The little bit she’d uncovered about Sarzoven’s past life showed he
wasn’t the kind who murdered for the pleasure of killing. Determining if he had been set up, and if so--
by whom, and why--had to be Miranda’s primary concerns.
Trying to clear a vampire’s name wouldn’t be easy though, especially as seductive as this one
thought he was. Not that she’d have any trouble staying out of his octopus’s reach. But how to
convince a bloodsucker she was interested in helping him, especially as high a profile as her vampire-
terminator reputation was becoming, without giving him the idea she cared for him, sexually or
otherwise—she shuddered at the very notion—was going to be bloody difficult.
Snorting, Freda shook her head and finished her Bloody Mary. “Mind games. All vampires can
seduce a human, male or female. So what are you planning? To see if he can try to seduce you, then
kill him before he touches you?” The look on Freda’s face of utter disbelief made Miranda wonder if
her friend suspected something else was the matter. Like Freda had said, going after a murderous
vampire in a darkened alley was Miranda’s usual MO.
No sense in changing it now.
Freda waved a painted red nail at her. “What if it doesn’t work? If he has sex with you, no
hunter will want you. And if he learns you’re to kill him, but he gets the upper hand, you’re dead meat.
Speaking of which,” she whispered, “he’s nearly in range of our hushed voices, despite the noise in this
place.”
“Go ahead and leave, Freda. I’ll call you when the job is done.”
Freda glanced over her shoulder and shuddered. “You’re making a big mistake with this one,
Miranda. I feel it in my blood.” She hopped down from the barstool and patted Miranda’s knee. “Be
awfully careful.” Then she faded into the crowd.
The vampire stalked toward Miranda like a panther, moving closer on silent paws, stealthily,
focused, intrigued. Dressed in a black turtleneck and black denims, his clothes looked like anybody
else’s in the club, save one exception. A gold medallion embossed with a dragon, dangled at his neck.
The one that showed he was an ancient vampire, the Count of Wallochia, Sarzoven, knighted in King
Sigismund’s secret society, the Order of the Dragon, for fighting the Turks. Sarzoven--said to have
killed seventy men in battle to protect the women, children, and infirmed of his village--was to fall at the
hands of the ruthless Count Moriency, who desired Sarzoven’s beautiful wife and his lands. But
Sarzoven didn’t die, instead was resurrected by a good friend, touched by the most mind-boggling
plague. Sarzoven then became like his friend, an immortal, with a need to quench a blood thirst, six
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hundred years and counting.
Another bloodsucker slipped into Freda’s vacated seat--this one dressed in a black cotton T-shirt
and jeans, a blond male and not half as dashing as Sarzoven--leaned over and said, “Talbot’s the name.
I haven’t seen you around the place before, sweet thing.”
She noticed Sarzoven stop, just slightly off to her right, waiting for her response to the other
man, she assumed. Would he stop her, if she picked up Talbot? Dying to know the answer to that
question, she leaned over and nearly touched the vampire’s lips with hers. “My drink’s nearly finished.
Buy me another?”
He stared at her lips for a moment, then smiled and glanced at the green froth on the glass.
“What were you drinking?”
“Grasshopper.”
“Grasshopper. I would have thought a lady who looked like you would have been drinking
something more…substantial.”
“I have to keep a clear head for the kind of work I do.”
“And that is?”
She looked over at Sarzoven. “Let’s just say I take out the trash.”
Sarzoven’s lips drew up just a hint while his dark brown eyes devoured every inch of her.
“Alone?” he asked, brushing her leg with his, not waiting for an answer.
“Sarzoven,” Talbot said, disappointment in his voice. “I was just buying the lady a drink.”
“Drink’s on me,” he said, and Talbot bowed his head, acquiescing at once, then vanished.
She fingered her empty glass, then set it on the polished dark cherry counter. “Maybe I preferred
the company of the other man.”
“Talbot?” Sarzoven’s eyes glowed with fire and he slid into the other seat, his knee touching her
thigh. “He’s a nice guy, but I doubt he’d be your type.”
“You think I’m not interested in nice guys?” She raised a brow, instantly annoyed he’d think
otherwise. Having a job where she killed the bad guys, forced her interest in totally sweet guys. Well,
maybe not totally sweet. In fact come to think of it, she hadn’t had any interest in any males for the
last…she hmpfd to herself. She couldn’t remember how long. But if she’d had any interest in a guy, he
definitely wouldn’t be some smooth-talking vampire Casanova, who thought he was every woman’s wet
dream.
He clicked his fingers at the bartender who immediately brought Sarzoven her drink. “Not if