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Vampires Never Cry Wolf (Dead in the City), by Sara Humphreys
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RT Book Reviews 2015 Reviewers Choice Award Winner for Best Paranormal Romance
Book 3 of Dead in the City
Vampires are nothing but trouble...As far as beautiful vampire Sadie Pemberton is concerned, werewolves shouldn't be sticking their noses into New York's supernatural politics. They don't know jack about running a city-not even that hot-as-sin new vampire-werewolf liaison who's just arrived in town.
Werewolves are too sexy for their own good...The last thing Killian Bane wanted was to end up in New York City playing nice with vampires. Unfortunately, he's on a mission, and when he encounters the sexiest, most stubborn female vamp he's ever met, he's going to have to turn on a little of that wolfish charm...and Sadie's going to learn a thing or two about what it means to have a wild side...
Dead in the City Series:Tall, Dark, and Vampire (Book 1)Vampire Trouble (Book 2) Vampires Never Cry Wolf (Book 3) The Good, the Bad and the Vampire (Book 4)
PRAISE FOR VAMPIRE TROUBLE:"Totally irresistible...Humphreys is undoubtedly a rising star." -RT Book Reviews, 4 ½ stars, Top Pick
"This series is wildly addictive, and this is...a five-star book that you do not want to miss." -The Romance Reviews
"A powerful love story that proves that while our past is inescapable, it is the core of our strength." -Sarah MacLean, New York Times bestselling author of No Good Duke Goes Unpunished
Vampires Never Cry Wolf (Dead in the City), by Sara Humphreys- Amazon Sales Rank: #142250 in Books
- Brand: Humphreys, Sara
- Published on: 2015-03-03
- Released on: 2015-03-03
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: 6.66" h x .82" w x 6.80" l, .0 pounds
- Binding: Mass Market Paperback
- 320 pages
Review "Humorous, snarky, and totally hot, this is a terrific addition to Humphreys' Dead in the City series..." - Booklist"Humphreys has outdone herself with this fun tale of opposites attracting... all fans of paranormal romance need to read this book." - RT Book Reviews, 4 1/2 Stars, Top Pick!"VAMPIRES NEVER CRY WOLF is everything I want in a paranormal romance -- full of fun werewolf and vampire sexiness." - Fresh Fiction"Ms. Humphreys continues to possess the gift of storytelling and gathering the hearts and souls of her audience." - Night Owl Reviews, 5 stars, Top Pick!
About the Author
Sara Humphreys is the award winning author of the Amoveo Legend series. The third book in the series, Untamed, won two PRISM awards―Dark Paranormal and Best of the Best. The first two novels from her Dead in the City series have been nominated for the National Readers Choice Award. Sara was also a professional actress. Some of her television credits include A&E Biography, Guiding Light, Another World, As the World Turns and Rescue Me.
She loves writing hot heroes and heroines with moxie but above all, Sara adores a satisfying happily-ever-after. She lives in New York with Mr. H., their four amazing sons, and two adorable pups. When she's not writing or hanging out with the men in her life, she can be found working out with Shaun T in her living room or chatting with readers on Facebook. For a full list of Sara's books and reading order, please visit www.sarahumphreys.com
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Chapter 1
Being a responsible adult sucked ass.
Sadie let out a beleaguered sigh and folded her arms over her breasts while surveying the crowd with her heightened senses. The lights of the club pulsed and throbbed in time with the music. Beneath it all, she could feel the thrumming heartbeats of the humans, like a swarm of butterfly wings constantly rushing around her.
As a two-century-old vampire, Sadie had done a damn fine job of avoiding major responsibility. Until a year ago, her toughest choice had been what playlist to use at the nightclub on Friday and Saturday nights. However, with all of the recent changes to their little NYC-based coven, everyone's roles had undergone serious adjustments.
Life had been simple and predictable.
That was then and this is now.
When Olivia, her maker and dearest friend, had offered to sell Sadie the nightclub, she'd thought it was a joke. Olivia loved this place and had busted her butt for twenty years to make The Coven one of the hottest dance clubs in Manhattan. Housed in an old church in Greenwich Village, The Coven had become the place to party for humans who liked to dress up like vampires-or what they thought vampires looked like. Little did they know the place was owned and operated by actual vampires.
Sadie had officially taken over the club about six months ago and was finally finding her groove. Olivia even admitted that Sadie was doing a hell of a job running the place. For a year, Olivia had tried to do it all-czar, nightclub owner, mother-but in the end she just couldn't. Something had to go. Olivia had said she'd have to sell the club to strangers if Sadie didn't buy it from her.
That was when shit got real.
Sadie scoffed audibly as she moved along the edge of the leather-clad crowd. No way in hell would she have let some stranger buy The Coven. Not only did the other girls in the family work here, but they all lived in apartments beneath the club. Nope. At that moment, Sadie had known it was time to nut up or shut up. She'd avoided being a real grown-up for more than two hundred years, but as with all creatures, time eventually caught up with her.
She was now an official grown-up, and as she'd suspected, it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Making her way past the two VIP booths, one of which was empty for the first time in a long while, Sadie cast a look of longing at the DJ platform. At first she'd tried to manage the club and DJ, but it had simply been too much. Like Olivia, Sadie knew something had to give. Much to her chagrin, it had been the duties up on the platform.
The young vamp she'd hired from Los Angeles was one hell of a good spinner, bringing years of experience to the table. Not only that, but Justine was absolutely fucking gorgeous in a pierced-and-tattooed sort of way. The male portion of their human clientele had doubled since she took over and that, in turn, had pumped up the human female attendance. There was no denying that having a hot girl on the DJ platform helped the bottom line.
Sadie walked the floor of the busy nightclub and surveyed the writhing crowd of humans before giving Justine a nod of acknowledgment. Headphones around her neck, the DJ winked and pumped her fist in the air at the same moment the tune changed. A deep, pulsing beat rippled seductively through the club, which triggered some serious dirty dancing by the patrons. Sadie laughed and shook her head, knowing Justine loved watching the humans practically fuck each other on the dance floor.
That girl sure can spin her sexy little ass off. Trixie's voice touched Sadie's mind with wonderful familiarity. I haven't seen a vampire girl with that many awesome tattoos in a long time. Please tell me we can keep her. She's a badass.
You're supposed to be worrying about the customers and serving wicked drinks. Not inspecting the new DJ. Sadie captured her sibling's gaze and pointed toward the end of the bar. Meet me down there.
Now, you know me better than that. I can do both, sister. Trixie didn't miss a beat and continued pouring shots for the three patrons seated in front of her. She'd been turned at the height of the NYC punk movement, and her spiky pink hair and leather getup made her look just like one of the club-goers. Sadie had been jealous when Olivia first brought Trixie into the fold. She'd never had to share her maker with anyone before, but she didn't need long to see how awesome Trixie was. She was spunky, feisty, and swore like a sailor. Then again, so did Sadie, which was probably why they got along so well. She's bringin' 'em in alright. We've been jammin' from open to close ever since she started.
Standing by the end of the mahogany bar, Sadie kept her sights on the two bartenders. A sense of pride filled her. Maya's blond, innocent look was the perfect complement to Trixie's punk-rock chic, and they were really good at keeping the drinks flowing. Sadie's smile faltered when Maya caught her staring and then immediately made a beeline for her. Another sign of the times. Maya could no longer telepath with the rest of the coven.
Like Olivia, Maya had found her bloodmate and become a daywalker. Sadie didn't begrudge her sibling the joy of feeling the sun on her skin or finding true love with Shane. But all of the bloodmate stuff would have been easier on the rest of the coven if they hadn't lost the ability to telepath with each other.
All vampires could telepath with their siblings, maker, and progeny-unless they found a bloodmate. Then they could only telepath with their mate. There were pros and cons to everything, and the lack of telepathy was one of the cons.
Big time.
Sadie's non-beating heart clenched in her chest and she looked away, worried her emotions were written all over her face. She desperately missed the intimate mental connections with Maya and Olivia-but especially Olivia. Not hearing Olivia's voice in her mind crushed her soul a little bit every day. The deafening silence made Sadie feel alone for the first time in two hundred years.
She could still telepath with Trixie, Damien, and Suzie, the other members of the coven, but for how long? How long until the rest of them found bloodmates and Sadie was left alone?
"Hey." Maya leaned both elbows on the bar and kept her voice low, pulling Sadie from her thoughts. Maya tucked one long strand of platinum-blond hair behind her ear. "Since it's kind of quiet tonight, would it be okay if I split a little early? I'll come back later and clean up so Trixie doesn't have to do it all."
"Let me guess," Sadie said with a knowing look. "Shane wants you to go out on the end of his patrol with him tonight."
Shane Quesada was Maya's bloodmate and a sentry for the Presidium, the vampire government. He and two other sentries kept watch over the NYC area and reported directly to the czars. It was a sentry's job to ensure the safety and good behavior of all supernatural citizens. Which, until about a year ago, had pretty much only meant vampires.
"Maybe." Maya's eyes twinkled. She gave a noncommittal shrug before glancing over her shoulder to the door, likely keeping an eye out for her man. She locked her blue eyes onto Sadie's and put her hands together as if in prayer. "Pleeeeeeazzzee?"
"Oh, fine." Sadie rolled her eyes and suppressed the laugh that threatened to bubble up. Since hooking up with Shane, Maya had gone from spoiled brat to thoughtful professional in the blink of an eye. She was settled and at peace in a way that Sadie both admired and envied. Sadie smoothed the lapels of her jacket and adjusted the lacy cuffs of her long white shirt, trying to look like a hard-ass. Wearing a suit was awful, but it was important to at least try to look like a grown-up. The lace shirt was her way of rebelling. How pathetic.
"But you better get back here after closing and help Trixie clean up the bar. I have a new cleaning crew coming at six in the morning to take care of the club and the bathrooms, but you know that the bar area is all you and Trixie."
"Thank you so much." Maya squealed with delight and clapped her hands. "You're the best, Sadie."
"Yeah, yeah." Sadie shook her head and jutted both thumbs at her chest. "That's me."
You're a sucker, that's what you are. Trixie's voice shot into her mind with a curt laugh. Cleaning glasses in the sink, Trixie looked at Sadie through the mirror above the bar. You're the boss now, and you gotta learn to say no sometimes.
Really? I'll remember that when you ask me for something. Sadie winked at her sibling, but when she looked back at Maya, her smile was gone. If the look on Maya's face hadn't been enough of a clue, the tingling from the scar on Sadie's shoulder would have been. Oh fuck.
Aside from finding her bloodmate last year, Maya had discovered her gypsy heritage and a rather unique power. In addition to detecting the presence of wolves in the area, Maya had the innate ability to turn a werewolf into a human.
King Heinrich, the werewolf king, and pretty much everyone else had believed that Maya's power to render a werewolf mortal lay in the emerald necklace that King Heinrich destroyed. They had all assumed that once the necklace was gone, so was the power to take the wolf.
Not so much.
As fate would have it, the power was inside Maya. Necklace or no necklace, the girl could turn the most ferocious of werewolves into mortal men if she so desired. The only reason the wolves hadn't hunted Maya down and destroyed her was because one man-one wolf-kept her secret.
And at the moment, that wolf stood in the doorway of her club.
"It's them." Maya's voice shook. Based on the tense vibe she was sending out, Sadie knew it could only be one thing. Maya's violet-blue eyes were wide and fixed on the massive double doors of the club. "The wolves are-"
"Here," Sadie said in a barely audible tone. "Damn it all. One of the things I used to love about New York City was its lack of werewolves. Truce or no truce, they make me nervous."
"Well, our kind and theirs never have gotten along," Maya said quietly. "You're not the only vampire in the city who's upset they're setting up house here."
Sadie rolled her left shoulder in an attempt to ease the weird tingling sensation she got every time Killian and his pack came around. The dark, circular scar on her left shoulder blade was left over from the night Olivia turned her, a memento from the attack that left her an orphan and a vivid reminder of all she had lost. She figured the tingling in the scar was her body's way of telling her something-or someone-dangerous was in the area.
Someone like Killian Bane.
Killian, the werewolf prince and heir apparent, was the newest supernatural resident on the island of Manhattan. He was also the thorn in Sadie's side, now standing in the vestibule like he owned the place. The guy had been making a habit of bringing his little pack to The Coven, and it was starting to grate on Sadie's nerves. She'd never been a fan of wolves, due to an encounter right after she was turned, but this guy irked her more than most.
Vamps and werewolves had maintained a delicate peace for about two hundred years, and Sadie felt uncomfortable as hell that this guy-this wolf-knew Maya's secret. With one word, he could bring a world of shit down on Maya and the entire coven-not to mention blow up the treaty. It almost felt like Killian was blackmailing them or something when he showed up every night at the club. Passive-aggressively reminding them, You'd better play nicely, or I'm telling my daddy what your little friend can do.
"But seriously? They're here again?" Sadie gritted her teeth and glanced at the empty VIP booths. "You know, ever since these guys started coming to the club, the few vamp clients we had have stopped coming around. Darius and his crew haven't been here for weeks."
"Ah, those assholes hardly spent any money anyway," Trixie said with a snort of derision. "I mean, they'd get maybe three bottles of blood between them. Not only that, but they don't tip worth a shit, and if I had to get Darius's hand off my ass one more time, I was gonna bite his ugly face off." Trixie wiggled her eyebrows. "At least the wolf boy is hot."
"Yeah, well, he still bugs me." Sadie fought the urge to bare her fangs and instead plastered on the biggest, fakest smile she could muster. Killian's sharp, brown-eyed gaze captured hers from across the club. He tilted his head in deference but made no move to come farther into the club. To her dismay, the instant those eyes met hers, her stomach flip-flopped as though a fucking nest of butterflies resided there. "I definitely need to go for a swim. It's been too long and I need to blow off some steam."
"Oh man." Trixie shook her head and laughed while wiping a glass dry. "Are you still squatting at that rooftop pool on the west side? You better watch your ass, girl, or you're gonna get busted and give some poor human a fucking heart attack. Finding a naked woman skinny-dipping is enough to send most folks over the edge."
"Yeah," Sadie said absently. "Swimming is the only thing that seems to calm my nerves lately. Besides, if anyone sees me, I'll just glamour them and they won't remember a thing." She latched eyes with Killian again. "Jeez. After hanging around all these freaking werewolves, I'll need to do about a hundred laps to relax."
Killian's grin widened and he leveled a challenging stare in her direction. Damn it. It was like the big jerk knew the effect he had on her. Sadie narrowed her eyes and clenched her teeth against the sensation. Holding his gaze, she barely noticed that Maya had moved next to her at the end of the bar.
"The arrogant SOB is waiting to be escorted to the table, even though he damn well knows where it is. What's his deal anyway? They've taken over one or both of the VIP booths weekly for the past six months. He does know there are other clubs in the city, doesn't he? Besides, the hotel he's been living in has two bars. He has hundreds of other places to choose from," Sadie groused.
"He does," Maya said quietly. She waved to Killian quickly before grabbing two bottles of Cristal from the fridge and whipping up their usual order. "I guess they like coming to a club owned by supernaturals. The Coven is the only one in the city now, Sadie."
"Yeah, maybe." Sadie snagged a few drink menus off the bar. She knew what they would order; she gave them drink menus anyway just to pretend she didn't. She glanced at David and Ivan. Killian's two friends were nice enough, at least as far as wolves were concerned, but they still made her uncomfortable. It wasn't just them, though. All werewolves set Sadie on edge. Maya and Trixie were different; they had been turned after the treaty was in place. They hadn't seen what it was like when rogue wolves were around every corner and the bastards only had one thought on their furry minds-killing every vampire they could find. "I still don't like him."
Steeling her resolve, Sadie held the menus in front of her and strode over to Killian and his pack with the most confident air she could muster. This was her place, and she'd be damned if she was going to let an arrogant alpha werewolf and his cronies throw her off her game.
Ah-ah-ah. Trixie's teasing tone slipped easily into her mind. Don't start trouble with our resident werewolf royal. Besides, if you ask me, he's coming here for more than the music or the constantly flowing Cristal.
I know exactly why he's coming here. Sadie glanced at Maya and then to Trixie before moving past them. He's keeping an eye on Maya. The son of a bitch probably reports back to his father and tells good old King Heinrich her every move.
Yeah, right. Trixie laughed. Keep telling yourself that. You and I both know that our furry friend clocks your every move when he's in here. He can get overpriced champagne anywhere in this city, but he comes here to annoy you. I think he gets off on bugging the shit out of you, and if I didn't know better, I'd say you're starting to enjoy it.
Trying to ignore Trixie's commentary, Sadie stopped directly in front of Killian and tilted her head back to look him in the eye. He was just over six feet tall, broad shouldered and impeccably dressed as always. Unlike the club patrons, he was dressed more like a Wall Street tycoon than a club rat. The man exuded wealth and class. She had to admit that the devilishly handsome Killian Bane cut a striking figure.
The sidelong smile, the one that almost always curved up those firm-looking lips, made him look like he was up to something. His wavy brown hair brushed the edge of his jacket collar, and the crisply pressed white button-down was undone just enough to give her a glimpse of dark chest hair. Her gaze skittered over his perfectly chiseled jawline with the ever-present five-o'clock shadow until finally settling on those brilliant caramel-colored eyes.
Damn it. Sadie put on a tight smile. Butterflies. It felt like a damn swarm of them swirling in her belly, and she gripped the menus to keep her fangs from unsheathing. Why on earth am I attracted to him when I don't even like him?
I knew it! Trixie's victorious claim sliced into Sadie's mind.
Sadie cursed and shut her mind off from Trixie's laughter. Being around this wolf was making her crazy and sloppy. She couldn't remember the last time she'd accidentally let her thoughts be exposed.
"I was beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten about me," Killian said through a widening smile. Hands clasped in front of him, he bowed his head while holding her stare. He dropped his voice low, to a level that only another supernatural would hear above the noise of the club. "You don't mind if my pack and I settle into one of the VIP booths again, do you?"
Sadie held her ground and glanced at David and Ivan. The two men stood about a foot behind Killian. Flanking him the way bodyguards would, they scanned the crowd with the same intensity she'd seen on the faces of Shane or the other sentries. She wasn't stupid. These two wolves weren't Killian's pack members, not really. They were more like secret service for the heir to the Werewolf Society throne.
It made sense, didn't it? The prince would surely have extra protection in a city that was run by vampires. But that's what didn't make any damn sense at all. Why would the werewolf prince be living here in a vampire-dominated city? Why not stay in Alaska or go to Canada where the wolves owned most of the territory?
The question that nagged at her the most? Why was Killian Bane frequenting her club week after week? They drank while they were here but not enough to get a werewolf hammered-a wolf's tolerance for alcohol being notoriously high. They never danced. In fact, come to think of it, all they ever did was watch what was happening in the club. Once in a while, Killian would chat up a pretty girl or two, but only in passing.
The wolf was definitely up to something, and she'd bet her left fang it had to do with Maya. She flicked her gaze back to Killian, and a slow smile spread over her face. Come hell or high water, Sadie would figure out Killian's game plan.
"Why would I mind?" Sadie said sweetly. She swept her left arm wide. "Follow me, gentlemen."
Without glancing back, she led them around the dance floor full of heaving, grinding bodies and directly to the empty VIP booth. Above the odor of sweat and sex that flowed among the humans, Sadie could smell Killian's earthy, woodsy scent and it was remarkably unsettling.
Unhooking the red velvet rope, she stood at the end of the curved red leather booth and waited for the three of them to settle in. Ivan and David slipped into the booth easily, and as usual, neither of them gave her more than a cursory "hello" and head nod. Well, weren't they a couple of chatty Cathies?
As focused as the two men were, Sadie didn't miss the fact that David had his sights set on Justine. She cast a glance over her shoulder just in time to catch the sexy wink her DJ shot back to the wolf. Sadie's eyebrows flew up. She shifted her attention to David, who immediately looked away and cleared his throat.
Interesting.
When Sadie turned around, she found Killian Bane standing right in front of her. Instead of sitting with his friends, he'd sidled up to her at the end of the booth. His massive frame loomed over her, and he invaded her personal space with calculated precision. The son of a bitch was trying to get her to submit to his big, bad alpha wolf.
Not likely.
Meeting his challenge, she held her ground. The heat from his tall body wafted over her in thick waves, and to her surprise, the onslaught made her a bit dizzy. A werewolf's body temperature was significantly higher than a human's and they had a distinct scent, like wood burning on a cold winter night. Killian's surrounded her like a thick cloud of smoke and had her head spinning.
Killian's heartbeat thrummed strong and steady in his chest, and even with the thundering music pulsing around them through the club, Sadie could practically hear the pulsing flow of blood as it rushed through his veins. His blood called to her like a seductive siren song, willing her closer, tempting her with its forbidden power. Drinking from wolves was a big, fat no-no, and doing so could effectively break the delicate treaty between the two races.
Logically she knew that. Sure. What vampire didn't? But bloodlust was anything except logical. It was carnal, primal, all consuming, and savage. It could turn even the most sedate vampire into a horrid, vicious creature-and that was something Sadie never allowed herself to forget.
Unfortunately for Sadie, she had tasted werewolf blood once before, and the two-hundred-year-old memory was still gut-wrenchingly fresh. Her fangs hummed as she recalled, with haunting clarity, the rush of energy she'd felt when that wolf's blood had seared through her body.
Sharp. Intense. Powerful. Intoxicating.
Just like Killian.
Damn it all.
Before she could stop herself, Sadie took an involuntary step back. Killian countered, taking one step closer, and his lips tilted into a lopsided grin. Shit on a stick. How annoying. She blinked first in their little game of chicken, and the worst part was that Killian knew it. He folded his arms over his broad chest and cocked his head while studying her more closely than she cared for.
"You don't like me much, do you?" Killian asked with mild amusement.
"You're a customer, Mr. Bane." Sadie kept her voice even. She placed the drink menus on the table and slid them toward the other two without looking away from Killian. "Your money is as green as anyone else's."
"True." His eyes glittered with mischief, and she could tell he was trying to get her riled up. "But you didn't answer my question."
"Fine." Sadie folded her arms, matching his stance and meeting his challenge. "Let's just say I don't trust you. Liking you has little to do with it."
"I disagree."
"Shocking." Sadie rolled her eyes.
"Why?"
"Why, what?"
"Why don't you trust me?"
"Are you kidding?" Sadie scoffed and placed her hands on her hips as she leaned closer. "Let's see. Where do I start? You're a werewolf, a royal one at that, and you know-" She stopped herself before mentioning Maya's secret and cast a sidelong glance at Frick and Frack, who were staring at her with predatory gazes. "And, of all the clubs in this city, you come to the only one that's owned and operated by vampires. You never dance and you barely drink, at least by werewolf standards. So, yes, I think it's a little suspect that you keep coming here night after night. To be quite honest, I would like to know why."
Silence hung between them for three beats of his heart, with only the surge of the music surrounding them. If he didn't respond soon, she was gonna scream.
"Fine, you want to know why I drag Ivan and David here? Because they're about as happy about it as you are." Killian's grin widened as he leaned closer. Sadie's jaw clenched when his crisp scent wafted around her enticingly. Looking her square in the eyes, he whispered, "It's you."
Sadie blinked, like he'd just proposed marriage or something equally ridiculous.
"Me?" Her body hummed with anticipation, shock, and much to her dismay, a pure shot of lust. Of all the things this guy could have said, that response was nowhere in the litany of items she expected. Trixie's teasing words drifted through her mind. "Y-you come here because of me?"
"Yup," he murmured. Those glittering eyes skittered over her face. Sadie swallowed hard against the sudden surge of desire that had her fangs vibrating and clenched her thighs together at the unexpected rush of heat between her legs. For a second, just a second, he leaned even closer and she thought he was going to kiss her-which was both terrifying and intriguing. "Who else can teach me about running a nightclub in this city?"
Sadie's mouth fell open, and Killian smiled broadly before stepping back and casually slipping into the VIP booth.
"What?" Sadie sputtered. She gaped at Killian, who was now leaning back in the booth with both arms stretched out over the back of the seat. "What are you talking about? I thought your family had some kind of handmade furniture business."
"That's my father's business," he responded abruptly. The cocky exterior wavered briefly, and if she didn't know better, Sadie would swear she saw the eyes of a wounded little boy. It only lasted a split second, and then the wolf was back. "I've been looking to branch out on my own and try something new. In about a month, I'm going to be opening my own place. I thought Olivia would've told you." He lifted one shoulder and flicked his gaze to the DJ stand before giving Justine a friendly wave.
"I knew that coming here and checking out the way you handle business with the humans would benefit me. And it has." The smug smile on his face widened, and she wanted to give him a good punch in the nose. "My place will be different, but the customers are the same. I'll cater to both humans and any supernaturals who might be interested in what we're offering. I knew your expertise would be helpful...and it has been. I have to admit, it would be a hell of a win if I could get your DJ as well. Once we open, of course."
Anger shimmied up Sadie's back and now she really wanted to smack the smug, satisfied look off Killian's face. A million different responses ran through her head, but she was so angry she could barely see straight...angry and embarrassed. Why hadn't Olivia told her about this? And why, oh for the love of all that was holy, why had she assumed that he wanted her?
What. A. Dummy.
"Why?" He cocked his head to the side and his lips tilted. "What did you think I was talking about?"
"Nothing." Sadie wrestled to compose herself and plastered a smile on her face. Before leaving, she said, "Trixie will be over with the bottle of Cristal shortly."
"So you do know what I want?" Killian asked with more than a little innuendo. Sadie's face heated with embarrassment. He saw right through her, which was more than a little annoying. "You just might be the woman of my dreams. Well, except for the vampire part." He sighed and looked her up and down. "Unfortunately, that's a deal breaker."
"Yeah," Sadie snorted. "A real bummer. And for the record, Your Highness, vampires don't dream."
"Really?" Killian's brow flew up in surprise before his gaze slid over her in one slow, lazy stroke. "Now, that's a damn shame."
"Yes," Sadie said sarcastically. "It's a real tragedy. Right up there with world hunger."
"Nah. It's just that I've had some lovely dreams." His eyes twinkled at her mischievously. "You give me a drink menu every time I show up just to make me think you don't know what I want. Don't you?"
"I just want to be sure you have plenty of options." She scooped up the drink menus, and keeping her voice even, she murmured, "And I assure you I'm well aware of what you're after, Mr. Bane."
Without another word, and with Killian Bane's stare drilling a hole in her back, Sadie strode to the bar. As she cut through the crowd, one voice stood out amid the cavalcade of sounds. "I'm counting on it."
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3 of 3 people found the following review helpful. Fangs, Fur, & Forbidden Romance By Jill 4.5 stars!Every once in a while, I dare to read a book outside of my usual comfort zone. For example, urban fantasy and paranormal romance are not often books I read. That said, I absolutely loved this book. I was lured in with the promise of kick ass vampires, sexy werewolves, and nightclubs and all of those things definitely delivered.This book is the third in a series, but can be read alone. I hadn't read the first two books in this collection, so this was my first introduction to this cast of characters. I loved them. Well, I liked them. I loved Killian. He is exactly what I look for in a romantic lead. He's strong, powerful, devastatingly handsome, and stubbornly loyal. He had me hooked from the first time that he set foot into Sadie's bar. Speaking of girls enamored by him, I really liked Sadie too. I thought she was strong and smart, though at times her pushing Killian away irritated me with how long it went on. Regardless, I loved them together and I thoroughly enjoyed watching them figure out their dangerous and forbidden relationship.A relationship that is most definitely and satisfyingly sexual. I had never read Sara Humphreys' books before, but I will say that woman can write one hell of a sex scene. They were steamy and primal and helped to understand the lust (and blood lust) and passion that these two have for one another. These scenes were very well done.I liked the world building as well. It was cool hearing about how the governments/societies of the paranormal creatures work. I'd love to go for a drink at either Loup Garou, the wolf club, or The Coven, the vampire club. The people and the places sound fascinating, and they are blended in well with the normal mortal world.However, I do wish that the book didn't end so quickly. It felt a bit rushed. I loved the way it worked out, I just wish it would have dwindled a bit slower. I also wish that Killian's business partner, Christina, would have gotten more time in the book. I wanted to grow to hate her just a wee bit more.I will definitely be checking out the first two books in this series, and I hope to see more of Killian and Sadie in the future. I recommend this to fans of vampires, werewolves, romance, sex, and forbidden love. This book contains sex and violence, so ye be warned.Thanks to Sourcebooks Casablanca for my copy in exchange for my honest review.
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful. 4 stars! By paranormalRaven Taking a chance, I read Vampires Never Cry Wolf having never picked up a Sara Humphreys book before. I was pleasantly surprised to have found a unique take on the vampire/wolf world. I was able to pick up on the storyline without losing too much in the fray, but I still had a few questions that needed answered, and since I loved this book so much, I did not feel a hardship in wanting to read the rest of the series.Sadie Pemberton is a two centuries old vampire who has recently bought her best friends and makers nightclub, The Coven. As the former weekend DJ for the club, she was already acquainted with the employees, who also just so happened to be her vampire siblings, and she could not let Olivia sell the popular night spot to a stranger. After taking proprietorship over the business, she begins having a very different sort of clientele than she is accustomed to. The werewolf prince, Killian Bane, the only werewolf alive with the knowledge that could ruin their happy family, has taken over a booth in the VIP section, and he does not appear to want to let it go. Her professionalism and the desire to have her sisters secret safe keeps her from lashing out, but her dislike for werewolves leaves her at a comfortable distance. She cannot deny how physically attractive she finds his wolfish grin and the way her stomach flutters with butterflies when he is around. Can she overcome her hatred of the wolf to succumb to her desires?Killian Bane has left his existence in Alaska to begin his own business in Manhattan that is not a part of his father’s empire. Using the excuse that he would like the assistance of Sadie in opening his own nightclub, he slowly begins the challenge of sating his desires with the sexy dark haired female vampire. After witnessing Sadie swimming nude in his rooftop pool, he realizes an important detail about her. She is the woman in his dreams, the woman with the mark of the moon on her left shoulder that signifies he has found his mate. How will he convince the woman who hates werewolves to bind herself to him forever?The characters Sadie and Killian are brilliantly matched. Her spunky spirit and his love for the chase makes their coupling that much more fun to behold. Even though the story is not filled with non-stop action like I usually prefer, I was never bored and the commentary was perfection. I kept wanting to read for more details, needing to know every drop I could get my greed paws on. Sara Humphreys has found a fanatic reader of her books in me!Check out my other reviews at:http://paranormalraven.com/https://www.facebook.com/paranormalRavenhttps://twitter.com/paranormalRaven
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful. Slow Start but Engaging Characters By K. M. Martin Vampires and werewolves don't like each other. Nonetheless, when the heir to the werewolf throne comes to New York to open a club, he spends a lot of time in the vampire-run club in town to get ideas. He also becomes fascinated with the manager who is a vampire named Sadie. Sadie was around when the treaty was signed making a very uneasy peace between the two supernaturals and knows she should stay away from Killian. However, Killian has something that attracts her despite knowing it isn't smart.But many vampires aren't fond of the idea that werewolves are coming to town and are even less fond of the idea that there could be a relationship between a vampire and a werewolf. Many werewolves, including the young female werewolf who has planned to by Killian's mate and queen, aren't fond of the idea either.Generally, I thought the book got off to a slow start. I kept waiting for something other than dithering or second thoughts to happen. It wasn't until the last third of the book when the story picked up the pace and then there was a frantic dash to the conclusion.Fans of paranormal romance may want to give this one a try. The characters were engaging. This is the third book in the series. I could tell that I was missing some back-stories of some of the characters but the book does stand alone.
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