A Hunger Like No Other
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Authors: Kresley Cole
PRAISE FOR
IF YOU DARE
“Filled with heated passion and wonderful repartee from one of romance's fastest rising stars!”
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Romantic Times
Magazine (Top Pick)
“A classic romantic adventure that will leave you breathless!”
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New York Times
bestselling author Julia Quinn
“Kresley Cole's voice is powerful and gripping, and
If You Dare
is her steamiest yet!”
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bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
“If You Dare
is a tale that sizzles, generating heat that will scorch the reader. Kresley Cole has a definite talent for creating exciting stories and characters who will keep you on the edge of your seat.”
PRAISE FOR
THE CAPTAIN OF ALL PLEASURES
“Kresley Cole captures the danger and passion of the high seas in this electrifying debut.”
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New York Times
bestselling author Joan Johnston
“In her truly winning debut novel, the very talented Kresley Cole takes readers on the adventures of a lifetime . . . .”
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New York Times
bestselling author Susan Wiggs
“The Captain of All Pleasures
is an exciting, sensuous story that will thrill you at every turn of the page.”
“Fast-paced action, heady sexual tension, steamy passion . . . . Exhilarating energy emanates from the pages of this very smart and sassy debut.”
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Romantic Times
Magazine (Reviewers' Choice Award Winner)
“In
The Captain of All Pleasures,
author Kresley Cole has created a spitfire for a heroine and a hero who is a temperamental, passionate hunk . . . . There are many steamy scenes for those who enjoy passion in their read, and those who hunt for a book that mixes action and sensuality will not go away unhappy.”
âAmerica Online
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THE PRICE OF PLEASURE
“A splendid read! The sexual tension grips you from beginning to end.”
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New York Times
bestselling author Virginia Henley
“Sexy and original! Sensual island heat that is not to be missed.”
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New York Times
bestselling author Heather Graham
“Savor this marvelous, unforgettable, highly romantic novel by a fresh voice in the genre.”
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Romantic Times
Magazine (Top Pick)
“What a fabulous read! Ms. Cole has created a cast of characters that are fun and believable, and the plot to complement them. For a steamy read on the beach, I highly recommend this book.”
âScribes World (Reviewers' Choice Award Winner)
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For Richard, my real, live Viking.
Many, many thanks to Beth Kendrick, who rightfully dubbed us primal scream buddies. Without you and a telephone, there would be no word count. Thank you to the wonderful Sally Fairchild for all her much appreciated continued support. And my heartfelt thanks to Pocket Books own Megan McKeever, who is, at this very moment, most likely plucking me out of some book-related crisis.
S
ometimes the fire that licks the skin from his bones dies down.
It is
his
fire. In a recess of his mind still capable of rational thought, he believes this. His fire because he's fed it for centuries with his destroyed body and decaying mind.
Long agoâand who knows how much time has toiled pastâthe Vampire Horde trapped him in these catacombs deep beneath Paris. He stands chained against a rock, pinned at two places on each limb and once around his neck. Before himâan opening into hell that spews fire.
Here he waits and suffers, offered to a column of fire that may weaken but is never-endingânever-ending, just like his life. His existence is to burn to death repeatedly, only to have his dogged immortality revive him again.
Detailed fantasies of retribution have gotten him this far; nursing the rage in his heart is all he has.
Until her.
Over the centuries, he has sometimes heard uncanny new things in the streets above, occasionally smelled Paris changing seasons. But now he has scented her, his mate, the one woman made for him alone.
The one woman he'd searched for without cease for a thousand yearsâup until the day of his capture.
The flames have ebbed. At this moment, she lingers somewhere above. It is enough. One arm strains against its bonds until the thick metal cuts into his skin. Blood drips, then pours. Every muscle in his weakened body works in concert, striving to do what he's never been able to for an eternity before. For her, he can do this. He must . . . . His yell turns to a choking cough as he rips two bonds free.
He doesn't have time to disbelieve what he's accomplished. She is so close, he can almost feel her.
Need her.
Another arm wrenches free.
With both hands he clenches the metal biting into his neck, vaguely remembering the day the thick, long pin was hammered into place. He knows its two ends are embedded at least three feet down. His strength is waning, but nothing will stop him when she's so close. In a rush of rock and dust, the metal comes loose, the recoil making him fling it across the cavernous space.
He yanks at the bond wrapped tight around his thigh. He wrests it and the one at his ankle free, then begins on the last two holding his other leg. Already envisioning his escape, not even glancing down, he pulls. Nothing. Brows drawn in confusion, he tries again. Straining, groaning with desperation. Nothing.
Her scent is fadingâ
there is no time
. He pitilessly regards his trapped leg. Imagining how he can bury himself in her and forget the pain, he reaches above his knee with shaking hands. Yearning for that oblivion within her, he attempts to crack the bone. His weakness ensures that this takes half a dozen tries.
His claws slice his skin and muscle, but the nerve running the length of his femur is taut as a piano wire. When he even nears it, unimaginable pain stabs up its length and
explodes in his upper body, making his vision go black.
Too weak. Bleeding too freely. The fire will build again soon. The vampires return periodically. Will he lose her just when he's found her?
“Never,”
he grates. He surrenders himself to the beast inside him, the beast that will take its freedom with its teeth, drink water from the gutters, and scavenge refuse to survive. He sees the frenzied amputation as though watching a misery from a distance.
Crawling from his torture, abandoning his leg, he pulls himself through the shadows of the dank catacombs until he spies a passageway. Ever watchful for his enemies, he creeps through the bones littering the floor to reach it. He has no idea how far it is to escape, but he finds his wayâand the strengthâby following her scent. He regrets the pain he will give her. She will be so connected to him, she'll feel his suffering and horror as her own.
It can't be helped. He is escaping. Doing his part. Can she save him from his memories when his skin still burns?
He finally inches his way to the surface, then into a darkened alley. But her scent has faltered.
Fate has given her to him when he needs her most, and God help himâ
and this city
âif he can't find her. His brutality had been legendary, and he will unleash it without measure for her.
He fights to sit up against a wall. Clawing tracks into the brick street, he struggles to calm his ragged breaths so he can scent her once more.
Need her. Bury myself in her. Waited so long . . . .
Her scent is gone.
His eyes go wet and he shudders violently at the loss. An anguished roar makes the city tremble.
In all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep.
âSocrates (469â399 BCE)
One week later . . .
O
n an island in the Seine, against the nighttime backdrop of an ageless cathedral, the denizens of Paris came out to play. Emmaline Troy wound around fire-eaters, pickpockets, and
chanteurs de rue
. She meandered through the tribes of black-clad Goths who swarmed Notre Dame like it was the Gothic mother ship calling them home. And still she attracted attention.