Yours For Eternity

Book 7: McNachton Vampires

by Hannah Howell, Alexandra Ivy, Kaitlin O'Riley

Genres: Paranormal Romance

Synopsis

In this sizzling new collection, three women fall under the spell of three irresistible vampires who promise to satisfy their every desire. . . "Highland Blood" by Hannah Howell When Adeline Dunbar finds an abandoned baby on her doorstep, she sets out to find his clan. Attacked by a group of demon hunters, Adeline tries to flee her rescuer, vampire Lachann MacNachton. But escaping Lachann proves useless--as does denying the primal hunger he stirs deep within her. . . "Taken by Darkness" by Alexandra Ivy The daughter of a witch, Juliet Lawrence has inherited magical powers--powers that could be quite useful to Victor, Marquess DeRosa, London's most powerful vampire. But that's not all Victor desires of Juliet. He wants the unpredictable beauty in his bed--and he is accustomed to getting what he wants. . . "Immortal Dreams" by Kaitlin O'Riley Beautiful widow Grace Sutton is haunted by recurring dreams of a past life and a mysterious, handsome stranger. When Grace meets Stuart Phillips, Lord Radcliffe--the vampire who has been searching for her for over a century--her sensual dreams soon come true in the most unforgettable way. . .

Release date: May 26, 2011

Publisher: Zebra Books

Print pages: 351

Sample

The sound came in on the wind. Voices and a soft mewling. Adeline sat back on her heels and put the blackberries she had just picked into her basket as she strained to listen. She hoped it was not the blacksmith’s boys torturing a cat again. Unable to hear clearly and determined to discover just what was going on, she crept toward the sound, pausing only to pull the hood of her cloak over her head. Her cursed red hair could easily be visible even in the shadows of the trees.

When Adeline drew near enough to not only hear but to see what was happening, it took all of her willpower not to rush forward and confront the couple standing over a wounded child. The child was bleeding from a slash on his small arm and neither the woman nor the man was doing a thing to help. She pushed aside the anger pounding in her head and listened. It soon became clear that Anne Drummond was the child’s mother but Robbie MacAdam was not the father. What also became clear was that they were arguing over the best way to dispose of the child.

“Nay right to just leave him here to get eaten by the beasts,” said Robbie. “Ne’er liked that, though ’tis done from time to time. Why dinnae ye just kill the little bastard?”

“And have that sin on my soul?” Anne shook her head. “Nay, this will do.”

“He will still be dead at your hand.”

“Nay, he willnae. ’Twill be the beasts what kill him, nay me.”

“Dinnae see much difference, woman. Ne’er have. Dead be dead whether ye kill him yourself or leave him for the beasts to gnaw on.”

“If ye think this is so wrong, then ye kill him!”

“I willnae kill a bairn.”

“I dinnae see ye doing anything to save him, either.”

“He be a demon, the devil’s own son. I dinnae want naught to do with him.”

“Then can we leave now?”

“Still doesnae seem right,” muttered Robbie, but he hurried to catch up with Anne, who was already striding away through the trees.

Adeline did not move until she was certain the couple was gone and would not return. It hurt to see the child sitting there, fat tears falling from the little boy’s wide eyes, but she fought the urge to immediately go and comfort the child. Anne and Robbie wanted the child dead. She could not give them any reason to think the boy had survived.

Then the boy looked in her direction. Adeline knew he was aware of her but she did not know how he could be. She had not moved and had made no sound. Cautiously, she stood up and moved toward him. When he showed no sign of fear, she quickly hurried to his side to tend to the cut on his arm. She frowned when she found that it no longer looked as bad as it had first appeared. It did not even need to be bandaged. Shaking away all thoughts of that oddity, she began to plan how she could help him.

“The only curse ye have, my bonnie laddie, is your mother, aye? Now, what to do to make them think they succeeded in their crime?”

She looked at his bloody, ragged clothing. The thought that it was a lot of blood to have come from a cut that was already closed slipped through her mind, but, again, she shook it aside. Murmuring soft words to ease whatever fears the child might feel, she stripped him of his clothes. Tearing the rags, she scattered them over the ground, hoping it would appear that some animal had taken the child.

“Now, ye look a sturdy lad,” she said as the little boy toddled up to her side. “I wonder what your name is.”

“Demon,” the boy said.

“Nay.”

“Debil.”

“Nay.”

“Battird.”

“Most certainly nay. I believe I shall name you. Ye will be called Osgar from this day forward. ’Tis a proud name. My father carried it weel. Now ye can grow up to do the same.” She picked him up in her arms and gently kissed his cheek. “Will ye come home with me, laddie?”

The boy nodded, his wide golden eyes fixed unblinkingly upon her face. “Aye.”

“And your name is?”

“Othgar.”

Adeline laughed and hurried back to her basket. She knew it would not be easy to keep the child safe but she was determined to do so. Anne would never get another chance to kill the boy. Osgar was now hers and woe to anyone who tried to take him away or hurt him. Looking at the boy who smiled up at her, she shook her head. How could anyone think he was a demon?

She stroked his cheek and smiled when he grabbed her by the wrist. He was a strong little boy. They would make a home together, she thought. Finally she would no longer be alone. Adeline’s soft, happy thoughts about the future came to an abrupt halt when Osgar sank his teeth into her wrist.

Enough was enough. Adeline finally accepted the fact that she could not keep Osgar safe as she bathed the dirt and blood from his shaking body. For two years she had struggled to keep him hidden but she had failed. This was the third time someone had hurt him. All she had accomplished with her cautions was to make everyone for miles around think there was a demon running free in the woods. The hunts for the demon were growing more frequent. People not even from the village had joined in, strangers who chilled her blood. It would not be long before the hunters cried her a liar when she claimed that she had never seen the little demon they all looked for. They would tear her tiny cottage apart looking for Osgar.

This time the wounds Osgar had suffered were little more than scratches and a few bruises. The next time her beautiful golden-eyed boy could die. Osgar’s death was what the hunters sought. Although she could not understand this fear of a child, she had to accept that it existed. Adeline swallowed the urge to weep as she sat down on the bed next to Osgar, her dream of their becoming a family in ashes.

Osgar crawled into her lap and Adeline held him close. Burying her nose in his thick raven curls, she blinked back the tears in her eyes. Love was making her weak and she had to fight that weakness. She needed to be strong enough to think only of Osgar’s safety. That meant she had to be strong enough to give him up.

“I dinnae hurt this time,” Osgar said.

Adeline smiled, knowing he meant he did not need her blood. “Good. Ye escaped in time but laddie, ye came too close to dying this time. Three times I have almost lost ye. It cannae go on anymore. We must leave here.”

“Where will we go?”

“To your kinsmen.”

Osgar looked up at her and frowned. “I have kinsmen?”

“Aye, ye do. Ye are of MacNachton blood. The last time those hunters came here to look for you, I followed them when they left. I heard them talk of a clan called MacNachton and that Anne Drummond claims ye are one of them. The men spoke of them as a clan of demons. All they said made me verra certain that ye are kin to them. There were too many similarities for me to doubt it. So, we must seek them out.”

“Where are they?”

“At a place called Cambrun. ’Tis high in the mountains.”

Adeline could still hear the men speaking of how others who had gone hunting there had never returned. It was not something she could tell a little boy of five, however. He lived with enough fear and she did not want him balking at going to Cambrun. The thought of going there terrified her, but it sounded like a place where Osgar would be safe and that was all that mattered.

Osgar sat up and looked around the little cottage. “But I like our home.”

“So do I, love, but ’tis nay longer a safe place for us. Cambrun will be safe.”

“I could keep hiding.”

“Spending hours hidden beneath the floor is no life for ye, laddie. And, thrice ye have nearly been caught. Nay, we must pack what means most to us and seek out your kinsmen for help.”

It proved to be a heartbreaking chore. By dawn, Adeline had reduced her possessions to a few sacks tied to the saddle of one of her ponies. She hated leaving anything behind, for everything in the cottage held a memory of her father or her mother. The only items she could call foolish were her cats, two ratty-eared felines she had saved from the cruelty of the blacksmith’s sons. The animals huddled in the sturdy cage she had made for them and stared at her. Her decision to take them had wavered nearly a dozen times but she had finally, irrevocably, given in to what her heart wanted. She just prayed that she did not lose them on the journey.

“I dinnae think Tom and Meg like their cage,” said Osgar as Adeline put him up on the pony they would ride.

“They would like being left behind even less.” Adeline settled herself behind Osgar and took up the reins. “Who would feed or shelter them?” She checked to make sure the lead to the pony carrying her belongings was secure. “They will settle and they have that nice piece of plaid to keep them warm, aye?”

Adeline stared for another moment at the house she had grown up in. It hurt to leave even though the people she lived amongst had never accepted her. Her father and mother were buried here and it felt as if she were losing them all over again. Then she straightened her spine and squared her shoulders, knowing that her parents would understand. Osgar’s life was threatened. She had no choice. Her parents would always live in her heart and memories, and that had to be enough. Whispering a farewell, she lightly kicked her pony into an easy, steady stride and started her journey north.

The moon was high by the time Adeline made camp for the night. She did not like riding at night but Osgar had to be sheltered during the middle of the day, when the sun was at its full strength. Riding into the night was the only way to make up for that lost time.

She unpacked and unsaddled the horses and then started a small fire. Osgar helped her attend to the cats, making certain they did not escape as she gave the animals food and water. Adeline cleaned out the small box of dirt she had secured inside the cage, something she felt quite proud of.

“Will we be there soon?” asked Osgar as they sat by the fire eating cold chicken and oatcakes.

“I cannae say when we will get there, laddie,” Adeline replied. “I just ken that ’tis in those hills we can see to the north. Once we get closer I will try to get some better directions.”

“Those are verra far away.”

“A few days’ ride. Nay more than that, I am thinking. Weel, a few days if we can keep going straight toward them and the weather doesnae stop us. I think if we were closer, Anne would have left ye with them.”

“I am glad ye found me.”

“So am I, love.”

“Will my kinsmen like me?”

“How can they nay do so? They will be verra pleased to have such a fine lad returned to the clan.”

Adeline prayed that was the truth. She had never met any of the MacNachton clan. Yet, if they were all like Osgar, she could see no reason why they would turn the boy away. They would certainly understand the danger the child was in while living outside their protection. The men she had eavesdropped on had called Cambrun an impenetrable fortress and that was just what Osgar needed.

She would not mind living in such a place, either. Adeline was weary of being an outcast, a woman eyed with suspicion and fear even as she was called to heal an injury or birth a child. She was always but one misstep from being decried as a witch, just as her mother had been. A shiver went through her as the dark memories of her mother’s brutal death flooded her mind. It was not a fate she wished to share. She prayed that the MacNachton clan had a place for her even though she was not their kind, and not just so she could remain with Osgar. For once she would like to feel safe.

When they were done eating, Adeline spread a blanket on the ground. She urged Osgar onto the rough bed, ignoring his muttered complaints about how hard that bed was. Settling down next to him, between him and the fire, she drew another blanket over them.

It did not surprise her when his muttering soon ceased, his breathing growing slow and even as sleep conquered him. Adeline wished she could find the sweet oblivion of sleep as easily, but her mind was crowded with worries and fears. Traveling alone with a child was dangerous. Traveling to a place that might be filled with ones like Osgar, ones full-grown with all the power and cunning of men, was terrifying. She closed her eyes and sternly told herself that she had no choice.

The gray of approaching dawn met Adeline’s eyes when she next opened them. Her first clear thought was one of relief when she realized she had managed to get some sleep. The snap of a twig banished the lingering lassitude of sleep. She did not move, but looked around and tensed. Four men were creeping toward her. They were armed and grim of face.

Adeline yanked her knife from beneath the blanket she rested on and leapt to her feet. “Osgar—run.”

Osgar stumbled to his feet and stared at the men. “Maman?”

“Run, Osgar. Now.”

Even as she spoke Adeline knew it was too late. Two of the men moved quickly to get behind her and Osgar, cutting off all chance of the child escaping. There were four of them against one of her. There were four swords against her one knife. They were free to move as they pleased, while she had to protect Osgar. Adeline wanted to scream in fury. She had failed Osgar once again.

Lachann MacNachton idly rode along the rough drover’s track. He would easily reach the next shelter before the sun was high, even at his leisurely pace. For two long months he had searched for ones carrying MacNachton blood but found only one. He had sent the young boy home to Cambrun with Martyn and continued the search on his own. Now he was finally headed home, eager to be back amongst his own kind. He was tired of constantly needing to find shelter when the sun was high and of hiding who he was.

The clan had been ignorant of the Lost Ones, those of MacNachton and Outsider blood, for far too long. For every Lost One they found, they heard of too many others who had met with brutal deaths. It made his heart sore. So many of their people lost and far too many of them killed before they even had a chance to truly live or defend themselves. He yet again cursed all the fools who had never taken the time to be sure that the seed they had so freely spilled everywhere they went had not taken root.

“Maman?”

It was only a whisper on the wind but it yanked Lachann out of his dark thoughts. He halted and looked around, idly stroking his mount’s neck to keep the animal quiet. Lachann waited to hear more, to discover where the voice was coming from.

“Run, Osgar. Now.”

Not far, Lachann thought as he dismounted and secured his horse’s reins to a branch. Unsheathing his sword, Lachann began to silently make his way toward the voices he had heard. One did not tell someone to run unless there was some danger. He was not sure why he was compelled to walk into what was none of his concern, but he did not resist the urge to do so. That first word told him that a child was involved. The second voice had been a woman’s.

“Now, lass, do ye really think ye can stop us from doing what we must with that wee knife? This be God’s work ye interfere with.”

The man’s voice was coarse and weighted with scorn. Why would men attack a woman and child? Lachann wondered as he slipped into the shadow of a tree and studied the scene in a small clearing only a few feet away. A small woman with a young child clinging to her skirts stood within a circle of armed men, a knife in her hand. Her rough gown revealed a slender yet fulsome figure but it was her hair that fully drew his gaze. Gloriously red, it hung in thick, wild waves to her nicely curved hips. His palm actually itched with the urge to touch it. The expression on her pale, beautiful face was one of cold determination. She had no chance at all of fending off four men armed with swords but obviously intended to try. Lachann was just as determined not to let her die. The strength of that determination, one that went far beyond the simple need of a man to protect the weaker, was something he would think about later.

He stepped into the clearing and smiled at the four men who looked at him in surprise and then horror. Lachann made no attempt to hide his fangs, the urge to kill now running strong in his blood. “Ye best leave the lass and the bairn be. If ye do, I just may allow ye to live.”

“So, the demons come to collect their spawn,” said the tallest of the four men.

Lachann was intrigued by that statement, but his gaze on his enemies never wavered. He would consider the meaning of the words when the battle was done. “Four men against a wee lass and a bairn? Such bravery.”

“She is naught but a witch, bred of a witch, and she now protects the devil’s spawn. Can ye nay recognize your own?” The tall man turned all his attention on Lachann, his men quickly doing the same.

“What I recognize is four swine who badly need gutting.” Lachann tossed his sword from hand to hand. “Brave enough to face a mon?”

“Aye! Brave enough to do God’s work and cut down one of Satan’s dogs!”

Adeline stared at the man who challenged her enemies. He had appeared out of the shadows without making a sound until he spoke, his deep voice cutting like a well-honed knife through the tension that had held them all in place. She was spellbound, his height and broad shoulders heralding a champion in her eyes. Then she saw his fangs and nearly gasped. Was he like Osgar or was he, too, a threat? His black hair hung past his shoulders, rippling slightly in the dawn breeze. He had a face to make a woman’s heart beat faster, despite those inhuman teeth. Even in the dim light she could see the glint of gold in his eyes.

Shaking free of her bemusement with her rescuer, Adeline realized no one was watching her or Osgar. She began to edge away from the men, nudging Osgar along behind her. Guilt pinched at her heart. She was leaving the man to face four armed men alone, but she quickly smothered the feeling. Osgar was not able to defend himself. His safety had to be first and foremost in her mind.

She was almost to the trees when the men attacked her rescuer. He moved so fast that she could barely see each deadly motion, only heard the cries of the men who had meant to kill her and Osgar. Two of those men fell to the sweep of her rescuer’s sword before they had even fully engaged him in battle. When another man leapt on her rescuer’s back as he faced the leader of her foes sword to sword, Adeline prepared to throw her knife in an attempt to help him, but he saved himself. He swiftly trotted backward and slammed the man clinging to his back into a tree. The sound of breaking bones made her gasp.

Adeline scooped up Osgar, her mind ordering her to run, but she could not completely break free of her fascination with the battle. Then her savior attacked the last man with a speed and furious skill that quickly disarmed him. Adeline was just thinking that she could stay where she was now that she had a protector, when her savior sank his teeth into the last man’s throat. She ran, praying she had the speed to escape the seductively beautiful dark angel who had just slain all her enemies.

Lachann rose from the man he had just fed from and cursed. He had not meant to do that but the bloodlust of battle had claimed him. Though his wounds were small, they had bled freely and his body had demanded he feed. It did not surprise him to see that the woman and child had fled. He had loosed the beast every MacNachton had within him, and few Outsiders could face it. It struck him as odd that this time that fear should cause him such a sharp pang.

He cleaned his sword on the dead man’s clothes and sheathed it. The woman had left behind all her belongings, he realized as he looked around. Lachann suspected she would not go far but he was in no mood to chase after her. He was, however, strangely reluctant to leave her. It was because she and the child were unprotected, he told himself, and a little voice in his head scoffed at his claim. Ignoring that voice, he glanced up at the sky and decided he had the time to wait for her to creep back before he would be forced to seek shelter from the sun.

After dragging the bodies away from the area and settling his horse, Lachann stood with his eyes closed and just listened, certain he would hear her approach, for Outsiders could not move silently enough to evade the keen hearing of a MacNachton. A moment later he frowned. Why was he hearing cats? Lachann opened his eyes and walked toward the sound. Hidden from view by the pair of sturdy Highland ponies was a cage with two cats in it.

Lachann smiled even as the cats hissed at him. The cage was large, and dishes for food and water and even a small box of dirt were all tied securely to the bars. An odd scrap of blanket was also set inside for the comfort of the two battle-scarred cats. The woman would definitely return. No one who took such care of two such ragged animals would then desert them.

“Lass, I ken that ye havenae gone far,” he called out. “There is no need to fear me.”

Adeline almost answered, reminding the man of how he had just killed four men and supped on one of them. That was enough to make any sane person fear him. She had not run far, knowing it would be both dangerous and foolish to leave behind the ponies and supplies. As silently as she could, she had crept close enough to be able to hear it when the man rode away. She had just prayed that the man would not take all her things when he did leave. Now, after what felt like hours, it was becoming clear to her that he had no intention of leaving. She was immediately wary of his reasons for lingering. Telling herself that she was now facing one foe instead of four did nothing to ease that wariness.

“If ye make me wait too long, lass, I could become hungry, aye? They say cat tastes much like rabbit and I have always been verra fond of rabbit.”

“Maman, he is going to hurt Tom and Meg!” cried Osgar.

She grabbed the boy before he could run back to the clearing. “Hush, Osgar. He will hear you.”

“Too late,” called the man, the mocking tone in his voice causing her to grit her teeth in annoyance.

Silently repeating every curse she knew, Adeline tried to think of what to do next. She suspected the man was one of the MacNachtons she had intended to find, but she was no longer certain she wanted Osgar to join that clan. Adeline shivered as she recalled how the man had sunk his teeth into the hunter’s throat. That was not the life she wished for Osgar, a life of killing and feeding upon men as if they were cattle. She now had to consider the possibility that some of the horrific tales she had heard about the MacNachtons were true. If they were, the MacNachtons were the very last people she wished to entrust with the care of Osgar.

The four men who had crept into her camp had intended to kill her and Osgar. She did not regret their deaths. She did, however, find many reasons to fear her rescuer. The speed a. . .