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Adam Bruno is no ordinary millionaire. The heir to an ancient race possessing a dark, powerful magic, he can shapeshift and create energy. His gifts make him a living weapon and have forced him to live in seclusion. But now an inhuman force hunts down Adam-just when he finds someone who makes him feel more human than he ever imagined possible . . . Home from combat in Iraq, Bobbie Carerra wants only peace, yet soon joins Adam in a terrifying battle against paranormal enemies who hide in plain sight. She's drawn to his strength of mind and body; he's attracted to her courage and intoxicating energy. Their scorching passion can either transport them to the heights of ecstasy or-if Adam's powers rage out of control-destroy them. But when an invisible brotherhood tightens its nets and someone Adam trusts betrays him, only a heartrending decision can save them.
Release date: August 1, 2011
Publisher: Forever
Print pages: 352
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Caridad Piñeiro
“A love story like nothing you’ve read before! This premise is utterly unique, and so original and brilliant that I wish I’d
thought of it first. Caridad Piñeiro is breaking the mold with her ‘Sins’ series. If you want something wonderfully different,
do not miss Stronger than Sin.”
—Maggie Shayne, New York Times bestselling author
“[A] compelling and scintillating tale of mad scientists, devoted doctors, and wounded warriors. There isn’t a thing missing
in this imaginative and fast-paced love story.”
—RT Book Reviews
“An entertaining and sizzling read.”
—RomRevToday.com
“I was enthralled by the story from the first page and could not put it down… Piñeiro has changed the face of paranormal romance
and is definitely an author to watch.”
—FreshFiction.com
“Romance and intrigue… be prepared to be sitting on the edge of your seat, anxiously awaiting the next book.”
—FallenAngelReviews.com
“Second in this series and just as tightly written as the first. It stands alone. This is suspenseful and the passion is strong.”
—Romance Reviews Magazine
“This has all the makings of a great paranormal romance—a beautiful heroine, a dark, sexy, and protective hero, and a compelling
and relevant subplot.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Caridad Piñeiro never disappoints, and her new series looks to be a winner in every possible way. No author is better at
crafting novels which explore the paranormal than Caridad Piñeiro. Sins of the Flesh expertly intertwines suspense and passion to create a spellbinding story of the paranormal.”
—SingleTitles.com
“Page-turning action and sizzling love scenes as only Caridad Piñeiro can deliver!”
—L. A. Banks, New York Timesbestselling author
“Faster than the speed of light… an action-packed thriller that never takes a breath… Caridad Piñeiro provides another one
of her super romantic suspense thrillers.”
—Midwest Book Review
“I can hardly wait for the next in this exciting new series to come out. This is as good as paranormal gets!”
—RomanceReviewsMag.com
“Captured my full attention with its too-human characters and its too-real plot. A fascinating, adrenaline-fueled read! I
could not stop turning pages!”
—Debra Webb, national bestsellingauthor of Everywhere She Turns
“The beginning of what promises to be a fascinating series… If you’re looking for a book that will grab your attention and
keep it, get a copy of Sins of the Flesh today.”
—RomRevToday.com
“The best romantic suspense I’ve read in years. It’s truly her best book yet. Caridad has created a whole cast of characters
who seem to live and breathe… Thankfully, Sins of the Flesh is first in a series.”
—AmericanChronicle.com
“If you’re feverish for a chilling scientific thriller with a sharp edge of romance, I prescribe Sins of the Flesh as a sexy, satisfying cure!”
—Jessica Anderson, award-winningauthor of Skykeepers
“Sins of the Flesh boasts enough heart-jacking action in its plot and enough relationship development to keep readers happily turning the page
from the first line… to the chilling finish. This one should come with a ‘Satisfaction Guaranteed’ sign right on the front
cover.”
—BittenByBooks.com
“Caridad Piñeiro is one of the most gifted and talented paranormal writers we have. I can’t wait until the next novel in this new series comes out! She is on my automatic reading list! No one creates a page-turner like
Piñeiro!”
—Lindsay McKenna, USA Todaybestselling author of Dangerous Prey
El Paso, Texas, 1991
As darkness slowly fled from his eyes, the boy woke, his head aching and his body sore, as if he had been beaten. He looked
around the room, but nothing in it seemed familiar. Nothing except the man slumped in the rocking chair beside him.
He remembered the man and some kind of accident, the boy thought, recalling the bodies, fire, and debris surrounding him the
last time he had roused. He had been afraid, unsure of how he had gotten there in the midst of all the destruction. Wondering
why he was alone because he was certain he had been with others.
A man and a woman. Close by. Holding his hand until…
An attack? he thought, not that he really remembered. He had a vague image of light so bright that it burned his eyes and
face. Another memory suddenly came to him of flying through the air and hitting something hard. Possibly a wall.
Then he had been all alone until the man had come to save him.
A jingling sound intruded and the bed dipped as a big old beagle rested its paws on the edge of the mattress. The huffing
sound of its breathing and the clang of the dog’s tags as it shook its head woke the man.
Gingerly the man sat up, wincing from apparent stiffness. He scrubbed his face with his hands to wipe away the remnants of
sleep. His dark eyes looked sad and tired, the boy thought. When the man realized that he was awake, he said, “How are you
feeling?”
The boy shrugged and even that small movement brought discomfort as every muscle complained. “Hurts,” he said, surprised by
his own voice. He didn’t remember what it sounded like. But then again, he didn’t recall much of anything.
Except fear. Fear was the only real memory alive in his brain.
The man nodded and stood awkwardly, as if in pain himself. He gently urged the dog away from the bed with a soft nudge of
his knee and a “Scat, Spottie.” Then he faced him and said, “Why don’t you lie back down while I get you some food… His voice
trailed off in question, but the boy didn’t understand what he wanted.
“Your name, son. What’s your name?”
The boy searched his brain, but couldn’t find the answer to that simple question, much less any of the others ricocheting
through his brain.
“I don’t know.”
With a resigned sigh, the man said, “Could be the shot you took to your head. It’ll come back. Don’t worry.”
The boy lay down and as his head touched the pillow, he experienced tenderness at the back of his skull. He delicately rubbed
his hand along the bump there, wondering how he had been hurt.
As soon as the man left the room, the beagle returned to the bed, but this time the dog scampered up right beside him. Almost
as if sensing that he needed the comfort, the dog lay along his side and playfully butted his hand with the tip of its cold
wet nose.
The dog’s antics pulled a smile to his face. He stroked the dog’s head, wondering if he’d had his own pet. There was something
familiar about the dog’s actions that cried out to him as the warmth of the animal’s body seeped into his hand.
The boy welcomed the comforting warmth.
Unexpectedly the heat became even stronger, almost as if it had developed a life of its own. Beside him the dog whimpered,
but the boy was too caught up in the surge of heat and vigor flowing through his body, driving away the assorted aches and
pains.
With an almost tired groan, the dog’s body relaxed and the beagle released a weary little breath. Was it sick? he wondered,
but then heard a soft snore and realized the dog was asleep.
He jumped from the bed, but there was something weird as he landed on the floor. He could barely see past the dusty skirt
along the bottom of the mattress and as he moved, the wood on the floor was cold on both his hands and feet. On his paws,
he realized as he padded out of the room, the scent of the man alive in his nostrils as he tracked him to the kitchen.
The man was at the sink, beating eggs, and turned as the boy entered the room.
“What are you up to, Spottie? Excited about our guest?” Smiling, he came close, bent down, and rubbed his head.
The boy tried to speak, but only a low woof erupted from his mouth. Fear took hold and he barked again, hoping to reach the
man and make him understand.
The man heard the almost urgent yaps and peered at him more closely. He narrowed his eyes to examine him and must have realized
the dog was different now. Lurching upright, the man ran back to the bedroom, the boy following awkwardly on all fours.
The man jerked to a stop as he noted the beagle sprawled on the bed, its muscles twitching as it chased imaginary prey in
its sleep. With a hesitant glance from the dog lying on the comforter to the one hopping excitedly beside him, the man pivoted
on his heel, looking all around the room as he sought out the boy.
The boy let out another yowl and jumped up and down on his front paws, long nails clacking on the floor, wanting the man to
understand that he was right there.
The man finally dropped to his knees and touched the boy’s head. Trailed it down to cup the bottom of his long jowly jaw and
urge his face upward. As the man’s gaze connected with the deep emerald of the dog’s eyes, the man’s eyes widened in stunned
surprise.
“Holy Mother of God,” he whispered before scooping him up and holding him tight to his chest.
The boy let out a contented little mewl and wag of his tail at the comfort the embrace brought. The man would help him, the
boy thought. And with his help, he would be home again soon.
Twenty Years Later, Jersey Shore, New Jersey
Selina stood in the wash of the ocean, arms beckoning the sea breeze to sweep over her. The wind was like a living thing as
she commanded it to circle around her and she fed from the power in its embrace. So different from the hot desert zephyrs
to which she was accustomed. There was so much life from the wind’s journey over the vast ocean shifting and swirling before
her.
Selina could better understand now why this clan of Light Hunters had chosen to live here along the water. The ocean and all
that flowed from it would be an excellent source to recharge their life energies. With such power nearby, they could avoid
taking from the humans as they hid in plain sight amongst their possible prey.
Even as she absorbed the refreshing energy, Selina was aware of her husband’s approach long before he slipped his arms around
her waist and drew her against the lean body that she would never tire of exploring. From the first moment she had seen him nearly forty years ago, his power had
called to her the way two sides of a magnet drew one other.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Kellen said, but he wasn’t referring to their bond. He, too, sensed the life force emanating from
the nature all around them.
“It’s hard not to sense such vitality. It makes me wonder why our ancestors chose the desert for our clan.”
He shrugged and laid his chin against the top of her head. She was a tall woman, but Kellen was well over six feet and broad,
nearly swallowing her up as he held her. There was comfort in that physical power, although Kellen understood she possessed
the more powerful Hunter gift.
“They thought we would be safe there. Away from the humans and the Shadows,” he replied, but there was a sadness in his tone
that was impossible to miss. Their isolation in their desert commune had only made it easier for the Shadow Hunters to find
them and attack. For nearly twenty years, Kellen had blamed himself for that fateful night and the loss of their son Kikin
along with so many other members of their clan.
“We will find him this time. I know it.” Selina turned in his arms and laid her hand along the side of his face. She glanced
around the beachfront to make sure they were alone before allowing her power to join with his. As she did so, the energy created
a shimmering glow wherever skin met skin. Their auras brightened and merged into an iridescent red-gold, and within her core
the power awakened passion, dark and demanding.
“I want to believe that,” Kellen said, dropping a kiss at the edge of her brow before laying his forehead along hers. Beside her belly his desire was evident and growing stronger
as their life forces melded with each other.
“Believe,” she whispered against his lips, caught up in the exchange of energy, an exchange made even more potent by the love
she had for him.
He groaned and tightened his hold until not an inch separated them and returned her kiss before promising, “I will not fail
you.”
Selina smiled, more hopeful than she had ever been that their search was finally over and their son Kikin would be with them
soon. And when he was, the continued existence of both the Ocean and Desert clans of the Light Hunters would be guaranteed.
She knew that as surely as she knew the sun would rise each day to bless them with its power as it had for the many millennia
that the Light Hunters had existed.
But for now, she wanted another kind of blessing, she thought as she took her husband’s hand and led him home, awaiting the
satisfaction that only joining with him could bring.
The energy poured off the collection of bodies and equipment occupying the vast expanse of the SolTerra facility. The force
of it sang in the air, and as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, Adam Bruno experienced the rush as he absorbed that free-floating
power into his body.
The strength of it surged along his nerve endings, making him almost light-headed from the vitality it created within his
core. Lately the energy called to him more and more, almost demanding that he acknowledge his need for it.
Not that he had any choice but to do so. He could only ignore the energy for so long before a strange sense of emptiness developed
within him. But replenishing the energy in his body had grown ever more difficult in the last few months, as his craving for
it seemed to be growing exponentially. If he fed his need, the weight of the power would be heavy in his core and lead to
pain that scratched at his brain like the noisy riff from a DJ mixing discordant tunes. At times the pain would be so great
that he felt as if his brain might explode.
He had battled those moments with gradual discharges of power—a small pulse of light from his hand, like the flash of a camera—because
releasing a full blast with his current potential could be dangerous, if not downright deadly. Because of that, Adam reined
himself in, marshaling control and disconnecting from that cosmic outlet. Until he knew more about his abilities and how to
use them, he could not give in to his growing hunger.
When he opened his eyes, he leaned forward with his hands on the metal railing, wondering if the people down below could sense
the life forces wafting around them, oozing off their bodies and leaking from the arrays of solar panels and other alternate
energy devices they were busy packing for his company.
SolTerra Systems. His baby. Maybe even his salvation if his collection of experts could somehow help him understand more about
the nature of the energy. He hoped that with that knowledge he would be able to master his own unique powers—powers that were
sometimes more curse than gift.
A footfall sounded behind him on the breezeway landing overlooking the warehouse floor.
Adam turned and encountered his father, Salvatore Bruno, the man who had adopted him nearly twenty years earlier.
His father took a step back, warning alive in his eyes.
Adam wondered why until he glanced over his father’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the glass doors
of the breezeway. A bright silver and blue aura limned his body, but even more shocking was the intense neon green of his
eyes. They were almost glowing in response to the energy he had absorbed just moments before. Contrary to what he had thought,
the power was not under his dominion, making it very visible to any human in the vicinity. Closing his eyes and fisting his
hands, he willed the energy back into his core, felt it skirt along his muscles and sinew to form a tight heavy ball in the
center of his body.
When he opened his eyes, this time nothing but the reflection of a normal man greeted him.
Adam approached his father with a smile and held out his hand. An uneasy glance downward came before his father shook it,
but as always the contact was brief. Uncertain. Maybe even a bit fearful, Adam thought, given the slight shudder in his father’s
body, until his father surprised him by clasping his shoulder for a longer hug.
“You cannot let others see you in that form,” his father whispered close to Adam’s ear, but didn’t release him right away.
The prolonged contact roused a vibration along each place where their bodies were in contact, as if the energy within Adam
were searching for a way to escape, but encountering resistance in his dad’s human body. When they broke apart, the sensation
ended and a watery sheen glimmered in his father’s eyes.
“Is something wrong? Are you sick?” Adam asked, concerned. His father hadn’t been the same in the last couple of months. Ever
since Salvatore had gone undercover for his latest assignment, there had been something different about him. Was it sadness
or just weariness from the burden of responsibility? Adam wondered.
His father’s smile surprisingly turned indulgent. “It’s just that it’s been a while since we’ve spent some time together,
so I decided to come by and invite you out for your birthday.”
“Birthday?” Adam said and tried to recall if he had made any plans for later in the week, although it really wasn’t his birthday.
Like everything about him—his name, his age, and what he was—his birthday was just another invention to try to make him seem
like everyone else. But Adam was nothing like his father or any of the people around him.
“I thought you might want to have a nice dinner to celebrate turning twenty-six,” his father offered, then thoughtfully added,
“Unless you planned on going out with friends. Maybe even a girlfriend?”
A girlfriend? Adam thought cynically. He had women who warmed his bed on occasion, but Adam knew little about them. If there was one thing
that he had discovered about his powers, it was that emotions totally messed up his control over them. That made involvement
of any kind a risky proposition.
As for friends, he had business partners, but he wouldn’t call them friends.
In short, he had no one who cared—other than his father—and maybe that was for the best, Adam thought. Relationships could
only lead to complications that he could not risk.
“No friends, no girl, no plans,” he responded, more curtly than he wanted.
Salvatore arched a brow and his mouth quirked into a sad smile. “Seriously, Adam. I understand, but don’t you think it’s time—”
Adam slashed his hand through the air, leaving behind a shimmering trail of light as anger ate into his restraint. Glancing
around to make sure no one had seen, he shoved his hands into his pockets to keep from repeating his error.
“You can’t understand, Dad. You can’t for a moment imagine what it’s like to be me,” he said, his voice low and filled with
anguish.
His father surprised him yet again by laying his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “I can try, son. I hate seeing you alone and maybe,
just maybe, there’s a girl out there for you.”
Adam snorted. “Really? You think there’s someone—”
“There’s a young CIA agent I know. Beautiful and smart. Trustworthy,” his father said, surprising Adam yet again.
“Seems like you’ve been giving this a lot of thought. More thought than I have,” he teased, although recently there had been
a sense of discontent growing in Adam. He had attributed it to the ever more insistent call of the power, but maybe it was
about something much more human than that. Maybe it was just about companionship and his lack thereof.
“I married when I was about your age. It didn’t work out, but at first… It was worth it.” The smile on his father’s face confirmed
just how fondly he recalled those early years with his ex-wife.
“I have been feeling a little different lately,” he confessed. After all, if he couldn’t be honest with his father, who could he confide in?
“It’s time you weren’t so alone, Adam. Maybe you should start thinking about a wife. I’d even like some grandkids.”
“Seriously, Dad,” Adam rebuked, but his father just smiled and teased with a dip of his head, “You are getting up in years.
Maybe I can introduce you to her.”
“I’ll think about it,” he said with a chuckle and heartily clapped his dad on the shoulder, appreciating the heart-to-heart.
His father motioned toward the door of the breezeway with his hand and said, “I need to get back to work. How about I come
by later tonight to firm things up?”
In his father’s line of employment, long hours weren’t unusual. In fact, it was almost weird to have him near and available,
since normally his undercover work took him far from home, often for months at a shot.
“How are things at work?” Adam asked as he walked with his father across the breezeway connecting the SolTerra office building
to the warehouse and laboratory facilities.
“Fascinating, but also depressing.”
The admission shocked Adam. Although he and Salvatore were close, his CIA father rarely discussed the details of his cases.
In all the time that Adam could remember, his father had never provided information about an assignment, much less shown any
emotion about one. Which made Adam wonder why this case was so different.
“Depressing?” he speculated aloud, hoping to elicit more information.
A tired shrug barely lifted the fabric of the ill-fitting suit over his father’s shoulders and was chased by a heavy, heartfelt
sigh. “We lost another one.”
Another death, Adam thought. As someone who lived with the specter of death every day…
“I’m sorry. Death is never easy, is it?” He gently grasped Salvatore’s shoulder and squeezed it in condolence. As before,
the hum of power beneath his hand as he touched his father tainted the heartfelt gesture.
“No, it isn’t. I’ve got to run,” Salvatore replied, growing uneasy. After another hesitant embrace, his father hurried from
the SolTerra offices, leaving Adam in the gleaming granite and steel lobby of the building.
Alone except for the trio of security guards at the semicircular reception desk.
Alone being a state with which Adam was well familiar.
As he strolled to the elevators to return to his penthouse office, he wondered about his father’s latest mission and why he
was so emotionally involved with it. Maybe over a birthday dinner later in the week he could pry more information from his
dad and discover what was affecting him so profoundly.
Adam headed to the elevator bank and up to his office. When he passed by the assorted cubicles filled with people at work,
pride filled him, but couldn’t eliminate the emptiness within him. Much as he had confessed to Salvatore, he felt different.
There was a hole in his center that seemed to expand each day, much as the summons of the energy surrounding him grew harder
to ignore.
At the door to his office, he forced a smile for his assistant. “Good morning, Sandy. I’m not to be disturbed,” he advised and entered his office. Striding to his desk, he plopped into the state-of-the-art ergonomic chair and waved his
hand over a button built into a panel underneath the stainless steel surface. Without physically touching the button, he sent
a gentle surge of power to trip the switch, lowering the shades built into the exterior windows together with those along
the interior glass wall of his office, closing him off from the world.
A world in which he really didn’t belong.
With the natural daylight dimmed by the shades, the lights in his office automatically adjusted. Once again he sent a scintilla
of his energy alo. . .
thought of it first. Caridad Piñeiro is breaking the mold with her ‘Sins’ series. If you want something wonderfully different,
do not miss Stronger than Sin.”
—Maggie Shayne, New York Times bestselling author
“[A] compelling and scintillating tale of mad scientists, devoted doctors, and wounded warriors. There isn’t a thing missing
in this imaginative and fast-paced love story.”
—RT Book Reviews
“An entertaining and sizzling read.”
—RomRevToday.com
“I was enthralled by the story from the first page and could not put it down… Piñeiro has changed the face of paranormal romance
and is definitely an author to watch.”
—FreshFiction.com
“Romance and intrigue… be prepared to be sitting on the edge of your seat, anxiously awaiting the next book.”
—FallenAngelReviews.com
“Second in this series and just as tightly written as the first. It stands alone. This is suspenseful and the passion is strong.”
—Romance Reviews Magazine
“This has all the makings of a great paranormal romance—a beautiful heroine, a dark, sexy, and protective hero, and a compelling
and relevant subplot.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Caridad Piñeiro never disappoints, and her new series looks to be a winner in every possible way. No author is better at
crafting novels which explore the paranormal than Caridad Piñeiro. Sins of the Flesh expertly intertwines suspense and passion to create a spellbinding story of the paranormal.”
—SingleTitles.com
“Page-turning action and sizzling love scenes as only Caridad Piñeiro can deliver!”
—L. A. Banks, New York Timesbestselling author
“Faster than the speed of light… an action-packed thriller that never takes a breath… Caridad Piñeiro provides another one
of her super romantic suspense thrillers.”
—Midwest Book Review
“I can hardly wait for the next in this exciting new series to come out. This is as good as paranormal gets!”
—RomanceReviewsMag.com
“Captured my full attention with its too-human characters and its too-real plot. A fascinating, adrenaline-fueled read! I
could not stop turning pages!”
—Debra Webb, national bestsellingauthor of Everywhere She Turns
“The beginning of what promises to be a fascinating series… If you’re looking for a book that will grab your attention and
keep it, get a copy of Sins of the Flesh today.”
—RomRevToday.com
“The best romantic suspense I’ve read in years. It’s truly her best book yet. Caridad has created a whole cast of characters
who seem to live and breathe… Thankfully, Sins of the Flesh is first in a series.”
—AmericanChronicle.com
“If you’re feverish for a chilling scientific thriller with a sharp edge of romance, I prescribe Sins of the Flesh as a sexy, satisfying cure!”
—Jessica Anderson, award-winningauthor of Skykeepers
“Sins of the Flesh boasts enough heart-jacking action in its plot and enough relationship development to keep readers happily turning the page
from the first line… to the chilling finish. This one should come with a ‘Satisfaction Guaranteed’ sign right on the front
cover.”
—BittenByBooks.com
“Caridad Piñeiro is one of the most gifted and talented paranormal writers we have. I can’t wait until the next novel in this new series comes out! She is on my automatic reading list! No one creates a page-turner like
Piñeiro!”
—Lindsay McKenna, USA Todaybestselling author of Dangerous Prey
El Paso, Texas, 1991
As darkness slowly fled from his eyes, the boy woke, his head aching and his body sore, as if he had been beaten. He looked
around the room, but nothing in it seemed familiar. Nothing except the man slumped in the rocking chair beside him.
He remembered the man and some kind of accident, the boy thought, recalling the bodies, fire, and debris surrounding him the
last time he had roused. He had been afraid, unsure of how he had gotten there in the midst of all the destruction. Wondering
why he was alone because he was certain he had been with others.
A man and a woman. Close by. Holding his hand until…
An attack? he thought, not that he really remembered. He had a vague image of light so bright that it burned his eyes and
face. Another memory suddenly came to him of flying through the air and hitting something hard. Possibly a wall.
Then he had been all alone until the man had come to save him.
A jingling sound intruded and the bed dipped as a big old beagle rested its paws on the edge of the mattress. The huffing
sound of its breathing and the clang of the dog’s tags as it shook its head woke the man.
Gingerly the man sat up, wincing from apparent stiffness. He scrubbed his face with his hands to wipe away the remnants of
sleep. His dark eyes looked sad and tired, the boy thought. When the man realized that he was awake, he said, “How are you
feeling?”
The boy shrugged and even that small movement brought discomfort as every muscle complained. “Hurts,” he said, surprised by
his own voice. He didn’t remember what it sounded like. But then again, he didn’t recall much of anything.
Except fear. Fear was the only real memory alive in his brain.
The man nodded and stood awkwardly, as if in pain himself. He gently urged the dog away from the bed with a soft nudge of
his knee and a “Scat, Spottie.” Then he faced him and said, “Why don’t you lie back down while I get you some food… His voice
trailed off in question, but the boy didn’t understand what he wanted.
“Your name, son. What’s your name?”
The boy searched his brain, but couldn’t find the answer to that simple question, much less any of the others ricocheting
through his brain.
“I don’t know.”
With a resigned sigh, the man said, “Could be the shot you took to your head. It’ll come back. Don’t worry.”
The boy lay down and as his head touched the pillow, he experienced tenderness at the back of his skull. He delicately rubbed
his hand along the bump there, wondering how he had been hurt.
As soon as the man left the room, the beagle returned to the bed, but this time the dog scampered up right beside him. Almost
as if sensing that he needed the comfort, the dog lay along his side and playfully butted his hand with the tip of its cold
wet nose.
The dog’s antics pulled a smile to his face. He stroked the dog’s head, wondering if he’d had his own pet. There was something
familiar about the dog’s actions that cried out to him as the warmth of the animal’s body seeped into his hand.
The boy welcomed the comforting warmth.
Unexpectedly the heat became even stronger, almost as if it had developed a life of its own. Beside him the dog whimpered,
but the boy was too caught up in the surge of heat and vigor flowing through his body, driving away the assorted aches and
pains.
With an almost tired groan, the dog’s body relaxed and the beagle released a weary little breath. Was it sick? he wondered,
but then heard a soft snore and realized the dog was asleep.
He jumped from the bed, but there was something weird as he landed on the floor. He could barely see past the dusty skirt
along the bottom of the mattress and as he moved, the wood on the floor was cold on both his hands and feet. On his paws,
he realized as he padded out of the room, the scent of the man alive in his nostrils as he tracked him to the kitchen.
The man was at the sink, beating eggs, and turned as the boy entered the room.
“What are you up to, Spottie? Excited about our guest?” Smiling, he came close, bent down, and rubbed his head.
The boy tried to speak, but only a low woof erupted from his mouth. Fear took hold and he barked again, hoping to reach the
man and make him understand.
The man heard the almost urgent yaps and peered at him more closely. He narrowed his eyes to examine him and must have realized
the dog was different now. Lurching upright, the man ran back to the bedroom, the boy following awkwardly on all fours.
The man jerked to a stop as he noted the beagle sprawled on the bed, its muscles twitching as it chased imaginary prey in
its sleep. With a hesitant glance from the dog lying on the comforter to the one hopping excitedly beside him, the man pivoted
on his heel, looking all around the room as he sought out the boy.
The boy let out another yowl and jumped up and down on his front paws, long nails clacking on the floor, wanting the man to
understand that he was right there.
The man finally dropped to his knees and touched the boy’s head. Trailed it down to cup the bottom of his long jowly jaw and
urge his face upward. As the man’s gaze connected with the deep emerald of the dog’s eyes, the man’s eyes widened in stunned
surprise.
“Holy Mother of God,” he whispered before scooping him up and holding him tight to his chest.
The boy let out a contented little mewl and wag of his tail at the comfort the embrace brought. The man would help him, the
boy thought. And with his help, he would be home again soon.
Twenty Years Later, Jersey Shore, New Jersey
Selina stood in the wash of the ocean, arms beckoning the sea breeze to sweep over her. The wind was like a living thing as
she commanded it to circle around her and she fed from the power in its embrace. So different from the hot desert zephyrs
to which she was accustomed. There was so much life from the wind’s journey over the vast ocean shifting and swirling before
her.
Selina could better understand now why this clan of Light Hunters had chosen to live here along the water. The ocean and all
that flowed from it would be an excellent source to recharge their life energies. With such power nearby, they could avoid
taking from the humans as they hid in plain sight amongst their possible prey.
Even as she absorbed the refreshing energy, Selina was aware of her husband’s approach long before he slipped his arms around
her waist and drew her against the lean body that she would never tire of exploring. From the first moment she had seen him nearly forty years ago, his power had
called to her the way two sides of a magnet drew one other.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Kellen said, but he wasn’t referring to their bond. He, too, sensed the life force emanating from
the nature all around them.
“It’s hard not to sense such vitality. It makes me wonder why our ancestors chose the desert for our clan.”
He shrugged and laid his chin against the top of her head. She was a tall woman, but Kellen was well over six feet and broad,
nearly swallowing her up as he held her. There was comfort in that physical power, although Kellen understood she possessed
the more powerful Hunter gift.
“They thought we would be safe there. Away from the humans and the Shadows,” he replied, but there was a sadness in his tone
that was impossible to miss. Their isolation in their desert commune had only made it easier for the Shadow Hunters to find
them and attack. For nearly twenty years, Kellen had blamed himself for that fateful night and the loss of their son Kikin
along with so many other members of their clan.
“We will find him this time. I know it.” Selina turned in his arms and laid her hand along the side of his face. She glanced
around the beachfront to make sure they were alone before allowing her power to join with his. As she did so, the energy created
a shimmering glow wherever skin met skin. Their auras brightened and merged into an iridescent red-gold, and within her core
the power awakened passion, dark and demanding.
“I want to believe that,” Kellen said, dropping a kiss at the edge of her brow before laying his forehead along hers. Beside her belly his desire was evident and growing stronger
as their life forces melded with each other.
“Believe,” she whispered against his lips, caught up in the exchange of energy, an exchange made even more potent by the love
she had for him.
He groaned and tightened his hold until not an inch separated them and returned her kiss before promising, “I will not fail
you.”
Selina smiled, more hopeful than she had ever been that their search was finally over and their son Kikin would be with them
soon. And when he was, the continued existence of both the Ocean and Desert clans of the Light Hunters would be guaranteed.
She knew that as surely as she knew the sun would rise each day to bless them with its power as it had for the many millennia
that the Light Hunters had existed.
But for now, she wanted another kind of blessing, she thought as she took her husband’s hand and led him home, awaiting the
satisfaction that only joining with him could bring.
The energy poured off the collection of bodies and equipment occupying the vast expanse of the SolTerra facility. The force
of it sang in the air, and as he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, Adam Bruno experienced the rush as he absorbed that free-floating
power into his body.
The strength of it surged along his nerve endings, making him almost light-headed from the vitality it created within his
core. Lately the energy called to him more and more, almost demanding that he acknowledge his need for it.
Not that he had any choice but to do so. He could only ignore the energy for so long before a strange sense of emptiness developed
within him. But replenishing the energy in his body had grown ever more difficult in the last few months, as his craving for
it seemed to be growing exponentially. If he fed his need, the weight of the power would be heavy in his core and lead to
pain that scratched at his brain like the noisy riff from a DJ mixing discordant tunes. At times the pain would be so great
that he felt as if his brain might explode.
He had battled those moments with gradual discharges of power—a small pulse of light from his hand, like the flash of a camera—because
releasing a full blast with his current potential could be dangerous, if not downright deadly. Because of that, Adam reined
himself in, marshaling control and disconnecting from that cosmic outlet. Until he knew more about his abilities and how to
use them, he could not give in to his growing hunger.
When he opened his eyes, he leaned forward with his hands on the metal railing, wondering if the people down below could sense
the life forces wafting around them, oozing off their bodies and leaking from the arrays of solar panels and other alternate
energy devices they were busy packing for his company.
SolTerra Systems. His baby. Maybe even his salvation if his collection of experts could somehow help him understand more about
the nature of the energy. He hoped that with that knowledge he would be able to master his own unique powers—powers that were
sometimes more curse than gift.
A footfall sounded behind him on the breezeway landing overlooking the warehouse floor.
Adam turned and encountered his father, Salvatore Bruno, the man who had adopted him nearly twenty years earlier.
His father took a step back, warning alive in his eyes.
Adam wondered why until he glanced over his father’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the glass doors
of the breezeway. A bright silver and blue aura limned his body, but even more shocking was the intense neon green of his
eyes. They were almost glowing in response to the energy he had absorbed just moments before. Contrary to what he had thought,
the power was not under his dominion, making it very visible to any human in the vicinity. Closing his eyes and fisting his
hands, he willed the energy back into his core, felt it skirt along his muscles and sinew to form a tight heavy ball in the
center of his body.
When he opened his eyes, this time nothing but the reflection of a normal man greeted him.
Adam approached his father with a smile and held out his hand. An uneasy glance downward came before his father shook it,
but as always the contact was brief. Uncertain. Maybe even a bit fearful, Adam thought, given the slight shudder in his father’s
body, until his father surprised him by clasping his shoulder for a longer hug.
“You cannot let others see you in that form,” his father whispered close to Adam’s ear, but didn’t release him right away.
The prolonged contact roused a vibration along each place where their bodies were in contact, as if the energy within Adam
were searching for a way to escape, but encountering resistance in his dad’s human body. When they broke apart, the sensation
ended and a watery sheen glimmered in his father’s eyes.
“Is something wrong? Are you sick?” Adam asked, concerned. His father hadn’t been the same in the last couple of months. Ever
since Salvatore had gone undercover for his latest assignment, there had been something different about him. Was it sadness
or just weariness from the burden of responsibility? Adam wondered.
His father’s smile surprisingly turned indulgent. “It’s just that it’s been a while since we’ve spent some time together,
so I decided to come by and invite you out for your birthday.”
“Birthday?” Adam said and tried to recall if he had made any plans for later in the week, although it really wasn’t his birthday.
Like everything about him—his name, his age, and what he was—his birthday was just another invention to try to make him seem
like everyone else. But Adam was nothing like his father or any of the people around him.
“I thought you might want to have a nice dinner to celebrate turning twenty-six,” his father offered, then thoughtfully added,
“Unless you planned on going out with friends. Maybe even a girlfriend?”
A girlfriend? Adam thought cynically. He had women who warmed his bed on occasion, but Adam knew little about them. If there was one thing
that he had discovered about his powers, it was that emotions totally messed up his control over them. That made involvement
of any kind a risky proposition.
As for friends, he had business partners, but he wouldn’t call them friends.
In short, he had no one who cared—other than his father—and maybe that was for the best, Adam thought. Relationships could
only lead to complications that he could not risk.
“No friends, no girl, no plans,” he responded, more curtly than he wanted.
Salvatore arched a brow and his mouth quirked into a sad smile. “Seriously, Adam. I understand, but don’t you think it’s time—”
Adam slashed his hand through the air, leaving behind a shimmering trail of light as anger ate into his restraint. Glancing
around to make sure no one had seen, he shoved his hands into his pockets to keep from repeating his error.
“You can’t understand, Dad. You can’t for a moment imagine what it’s like to be me,” he said, his voice low and filled with
anguish.
His father surprised him yet again by laying his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “I can try, son. I hate seeing you alone and maybe,
just maybe, there’s a girl out there for you.”
Adam snorted. “Really? You think there’s someone—”
“There’s a young CIA agent I know. Beautiful and smart. Trustworthy,” his father said, surprising Adam yet again.
“Seems like you’ve been giving this a lot of thought. More thought than I have,” he teased, although recently there had been
a sense of discontent growing in Adam. He had attributed it to the ever more insistent call of the power, but maybe it was
about something much more human than that. Maybe it was just about companionship and his lack thereof.
“I married when I was about your age. It didn’t work out, but at first… It was worth it.” The smile on his father’s face confirmed
just how fondly he recalled those early years with his ex-wife.
“I have been feeling a little different lately,” he confessed. After all, if he couldn’t be honest with his father, who could he confide in?
“It’s time you weren’t so alone, Adam. Maybe you should start thinking about a wife. I’d even like some grandkids.”
“Seriously, Dad,” Adam rebuked, but his father just smiled and teased with a dip of his head, “You are getting up in years.
Maybe I can introduce you to her.”
“I’ll think about it,” he said with a chuckle and heartily clapped his dad on the shoulder, appreciating the heart-to-heart.
His father motioned toward the door of the breezeway with his hand and said, “I need to get back to work. How about I come
by later tonight to firm things up?”
In his father’s line of employment, long hours weren’t unusual. In fact, it was almost weird to have him near and available,
since normally his undercover work took him far from home, often for months at a shot.
“How are things at work?” Adam asked as he walked with his father across the breezeway connecting the SolTerra office building
to the warehouse and laboratory facilities.
“Fascinating, but also depressing.”
The admission shocked Adam. Although he and Salvatore were close, his CIA father rarely discussed the details of his cases.
In all the time that Adam could remember, his father had never provided information about an assignment, much less shown any
emotion about one. Which made Adam wonder why this case was so different.
“Depressing?” he speculated aloud, hoping to elicit more information.
A tired shrug barely lifted the fabric of the ill-fitting suit over his father’s shoulders and was chased by a heavy, heartfelt
sigh. “We lost another one.”
Another death, Adam thought. As someone who lived with the specter of death every day…
“I’m sorry. Death is never easy, is it?” He gently grasped Salvatore’s shoulder and squeezed it in condolence. As before,
the hum of power beneath his hand as he touched his father tainted the heartfelt gesture.
“No, it isn’t. I’ve got to run,” Salvatore replied, growing uneasy. After another hesitant embrace, his father hurried from
the SolTerra offices, leaving Adam in the gleaming granite and steel lobby of the building.
Alone except for the trio of security guards at the semicircular reception desk.
Alone being a state with which Adam was well familiar.
As he strolled to the elevators to return to his penthouse office, he wondered about his father’s latest mission and why he
was so emotionally involved with it. Maybe over a birthday dinner later in the week he could pry more information from his
dad and discover what was affecting him so profoundly.
Adam headed to the elevator bank and up to his office. When he passed by the assorted cubicles filled with people at work,
pride filled him, but couldn’t eliminate the emptiness within him. Much as he had confessed to Salvatore, he felt different.
There was a hole in his center that seemed to expand each day, much as the summons of the energy surrounding him grew harder
to ignore.
At the door to his office, he forced a smile for his assistant. “Good morning, Sandy. I’m not to be disturbed,” he advised and entered his office. Striding to his desk, he plopped into the state-of-the-art ergonomic chair and waved his
hand over a button built into a panel underneath the stainless steel surface. Without physically touching the button, he sent
a gentle surge of power to trip the switch, lowering the shades built into the exterior windows together with those along
the interior glass wall of his office, closing him off from the world.
A world in which he really didn’t belong.
With the natural daylight dimmed by the shades, the lights in his office automatically adjusted. Once again he sent a scintilla
of his energy alo. . .
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