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June 4, 2014




Jackie Ivie's AND TO HOLD
The Vampire Assassin League #20
by Jackie Ivie

BN ID: 2940149822874

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Ruxanna is vampiric and voluptuous. And vengeful. She’s making every man pay for what was done to her. It was a man who’d taken her, imprisoned her for years, and used her for his own ends in fifteenth century Romania. Men are the enemy. That’s why she runs a bordello. She doesn’t need to hunt them. They come to her. And they even pay for the privilege.


Zachariah Reed is a chameleon. A skill that fits well with his chosen fields: private investigating and bounty hunting. He’ll be whatever the circumstance calls for. Right now, he’s got very high priced prey in his sights. A man who mutilates women and enjoys it. His target frequents brothels, and that means Zach has to follow. Regardless of where it leads and who might be waiting…


As a house of ill repute, Castle Kraven isn’t the busiest. It isn’t the most expensive. Nor is it the most exclusive. But it is off the beaten track. Mysterious. Enigmatic. Shadowy. But Zach isn’t there for pleasure or fantasy. He’s got other plans. None of which include a gorgeous, mesmerizing woman, who knows exactly what he’s really hunting for.



The door closed behind Malcolm, sealing them in, adding an aura of silence to the pleasure of the view. Oh. This man was definitely her mate. Absolutely. Unquestionably. Indisputably. Shivers rushed over her skin just from being in his proximity. His eyes were an indecipherable shade, nearly black. His hair wasn’t much lighter. While a hint of whiskers atop his lip seemed tailor-made for sliding her tongue across. Being near him started a wellspring of want, a fountain of desire, and a whirlpool of yearning. Every sense was heightened beyond her usual.

And she was breathing.

Erect nipples brushed the lace confines of her brassiere with every inhalation and exhalation. She could hear each breath as it matched his, as well as the slight uptick in her newly awakened heart with their continued locked gaze. She hadn’t wanted to mesmerize him, but he’d given her little choice. Malcolm had standing orders to eliminate Hunters on sight. And her mate was a Hunter. That was a fickle play of fate. It was also fortuitous. She wouldn’t have to explain much. He’d already be indoctrinated into the world of the undead. And mating. And what it meant.

My. My. My.

Her mate was handsome...very much so. She’d been accurate on that with her first glimpse of him. He was dark-haired, broad-shouldered, and extremely fit...or the shirt clinging to his torso was lying. Ruxanna dropped her gaze, taking in the bulge of pectorals, the hint of abs, the lean waist...and the distinct swelling below that. She barely stopped a blush before jerking her eyes back to his. That was uncomfortable and unfamiliar. She couldn’t remember blushing, not even when she’d been alive.

Ruxanna approached slowly, finding each step added to an allure that surrounded him. It pulled at her, attracting, even as she tried to slow it. She’d waited centuries for this moment. Dreamt of it. Envisioned it. She wasn’t rushing anything! Anticipation snagged her heart more than once, causing a jagged beat. It was followed by another. And another. He was a lot taller than she’d calculated. Her head reached his chin. Heels might have brought her nearer his height, but she rarely wore them. Ruxanna stepped closer, within touching distance, tilting her head up so their gazes stayed connected. Her canines reacted, quivering as they stirred. Trying to elongate. Pierce. Suckle. No. Not yet. She was trembling. Fever-gripped...and then overly chilled. Almost frightened. Finding her mate, and then being this near him, was exciting. Exhilarating. Worrisome. Electrifying.


He had incredible eyes! Now that she was close, she could tell the color...and the depth. They were warm. Sable brown. Akin to looking into liquid dark chocolate. She took another step closer, craning her neck. Her new position gained the sensation of his every breath against her throat, her shoulders, atop her breasts. Sensitizing. Titillating. Causing her nipples to tighten farther. Swell more. Oh, my. She’d chosen this corset with care. Now she knew why.

She’d enthralled him almost too much, though. He wasn’t even blinking. He was simply standing there like a marionette, regarding her with an enigmatic expression. Unaffected. Aloof. Ruxanna barely kept from frowning.

“What’s your name?” she asked.


He had a low range of voice, belying his image. He didn’t sound as young as she’d judged. Now that she was close, he didn’t look all that immature, either. More breath reached her with his answer, raising her skin’s awareness even more. Ruxanna sucked her lower lip into her mouth, giving her canines something to gnaw on as she worked at controlling their growth.

Not yet.

“Zachariah,” she repeated, and took another teeny step closer, as if pulled there. He might as well be exuding a drug, and she was a voracious addict.


Ruxanna took another step, near enough to feel the waves of something electric emanating from him. She made fists of her hands, digging nails into her flesh. Not yet! She didn’t dare touch him. She wasn’t at all certain what might happen. Or if she could contain it. She already knew she didn’t want to. But they had things to sort out. It wasn’t time. He was a Hunter.

And she was very close to being snared.





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