Taken by Midnight: A Midnight Breed Novel (The Midnight Breed Series Book 8) Read online

  PRAISE FOR

  LARA ADRIAN’S

  MIDNIGHT BREED SERIES

  SHADES OF MIDNIGHT

  “[Lara Adrian] once again serves up a blockbuster hit.… With a fast-paced tale of romantic suspense and intense and realistic characters … Lara Adrian compels readers to get hooked on her storylines, and that’s why Shades of Midnight deserves a Perfect 10.”

  —Romance Reviews Today

  “[A] rapid fire story … Besides delivering wonderful paranormal romances, the Midnight Breed series also continues to add complexity.… A twist at the end could prove quite interesting. This is time well spent!”

  —Romantic Times

  ASHES OF MIDNIGHT

  “Ashes of Midnight will scorch its way into your heart.”

  —Romance Junkies

  “Lara Adrian continues to kick butt with her latest release.… Ashes of Midnight is an entertaining ride and as usual kept me riveted from page one.”

  —The Romance Reader Connection

  VEIL OF MIDNIGHT

  “Adrian’s newest heroine has a backbone of pure steel. Rapid-pace adventures deliver equal quantities of supernatural thrills and high-impact passion. This is one of the best vampire series on the market!”

  —Romantic Times

  “Veil of Midnight will enthrall you and leave you breathless for more.”

  —Wild on Books

  MIDNIGHT RISING

  “Fans are in for a treat.… Ms. Adrian has a gift for drawing her readers deeper and deeper into the amazing world she creates.… I eagerly await the next installment of this entertaining series!”

  —Fresh Fiction

  “Packed with danger and action, this book also explores the tumultuous emotions of guilt, anger, betrayal and forgiveness. Adrian has hit on an unbeatable story mix.”

  —Romantic Times

  MIDNIGHT AWAKENING

  “This is one of the best paranormal series around. Compelling characters and good world-building make this a must-read series.”

  —Fresh Fiction

  “One of the Top 10 Best Romance Novels of 2007.”

  —Selected by the Editors at Amazon.com

  “Ms. Adrian’s series just gets better and better.… Midnight Awakening was exactly what I hoped it would be then so much more.… I’m intrigued and without a doubt completely hooked.”

  —Romance Junkies

  “Vengeance is the driving force behind this entry in the intense Midnight Breed series.… Things look bad for the characters, but for the readers it’s nothing but net!”

  —Romantic Times

  KISS OF CRIMSON

  “Vibrant writing heightens the suspense, and hidden secrets provide many twists. This dark and steamy tale … is a winner and will have readers eager for the next Midnight Breed story.”

  —Romance Reviews Today

  “Hot sensuality with emotional drama and high-stakes danger … [Adrian] ensures that her latest is terrific supernatural entertainment.”

  —Romantic Times

  “[Adrian] pens hot erotic scenes and vivid action sequences.”

  —The Romance Reader

  KISS OF MIDNIGHT

  “Evocative, enticing, erotic. Enter Lara Adrian’s vampire world and be enchanted!”

  —J. R. Ward, bestselling author

  “Kiss of Midnight is dark, edgy and passionate, an irresistible vampire romance.”

  —Chicago Tribune

  “Lara Adrian delivers a fast-paced, sexy romantic suspense that … stands above the rest.… A gripping, sensual love story.”

  —The Romance Reader

  “Gritty and dangerous, this terrific launch book sets up an alternate reality filled with treachery and loss. The Midnight Breed series is poised to deliver outstanding supernatural thrills.”

  —Romantic Times

  Also by Lara Adrian

  KISS OF MIDNIGHT

  KISS OF CRIMSON

  MIDNIGHT AWAKENING

  MIDNIGHT RISING

  VEIL OF MIDNIGHT

  ASHES OF MIDNIGHT

  SHADES OF MIDNIGHT

  Taken by Midnight is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  A Dell Mass Market Original

  Copyright © 2010 by Lara Adrian, LLC

  Excerpt of Deeper Than Midnight © 2010 by Lara Adrian, LLC

  All rights reserved.

  Published in the United States by Dell, an imprint of The Random House

  Publishing Group, a division of Random House, Inc., New York.

  DELL is a registered trademark of Random House, Inc., and the colophon is a trademark of Random House, Inc.

  This book contains an excerpt from the forthcoming book Deeper Than Midnight by Lara Adrian. This excerpt has been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition.

  eISBN: 978-0-440-33968-7

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  To Heather Rogers,

  for being awesome

  Contents

  Cover

  Other Books by this Author

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-one

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Chapter Twenty-four

  Chapter Twenty-five

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Chapter Twenty-seven

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  Chapter Twenty-nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-one

  Chapter Thirty-two

  Chapter Thirty-three

  Chapter Thirty-four

  Epilogue

  Excerpt from Deeper Than Midnight

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  With each book I write, I am reminded how fortunate I am to be working with so many talented, conscientious people who comprise my publishing and literary representation teams, both in the United States and abroad. Thank you very much for everything you do. It’s a privilege to be working with all of you.

  Special thanks to my home team for basic care and feeding, and for handling all the countless things that tend to slip while I’m happily immersed in my writing. I couldn’t do this without your love and support.

  And to my readers, a debt of gratitude for embracing my characters and for honoring me with the gift of your time and friendship whenever you sit down to read one of my books. I hope you continue to enjoy the ride!

  CHAPTER

  One

  Life … or death?

  The words drifted at her through the darkness. Detached syllables. The rough scrape of a flat, airless voice that reached into the heavy drowse of her mind and forced her to come awake, to listen. To make a choice.

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; Life?

  Or death?

  She groaned against the cold plank floor beneath her cheek, trying to bar the voice—and the relentless decision it demanded—from her mind. This wasn’t the first time she’d heard these words, this question. Not the first time in the space of some endless hours that she’d peeled one heavy eyelid open in the frigid stillness of her cabin home and found herself looking into the terrible face of a monster.

  Vampire.

  “Choose,” the creature whispered thinly, the word drawn out in a slow hiss. He crouched over her where she lay, curled and shivering on the floor near the cold fireplace. His fangs glistened in the moonlight, razor sharp, lethal. The tips of them were still stained with fresh blood—her blood, drawn from the bite he’d made in her throat only moments before.

  She tried to get up, but couldn’t rouse her weakened muscles to so much as flex in response. She tried to speak, managed only a rasping moan. Her throat felt as dry as ash, her tongue thick and listless in her mouth.

  Outside, the Alaskan winter roared, bitter and unforgiving, filling her ears. No one to hear her screams, even if she’d tried.

  This creature could kill her in an instant. She didn’t know why he hadn’t. She didn’t know why he kept pressing her for the answer to a question she had been asking herself nearly every day of her life for the past four years.

  Ever since the accident that had taken her husband and little girl.

  How often had she wished she’d been killed along with them on that icy stretch of highway? Everything would have been so much easier, less painful, if she had.

  She could feel a silent judgment in the unblinking, inhuman eyes that fixed on her in the dark now, searingly bright, pupils as thin as a cat’s. Intricate skin markings tracked all over the creature’s hairless head and immense body. The webbed pattern seemed to pulse with violent color as he watched her. Silence lengthened while he patiently examined her as he might an insect trapped inside a glass jar.

  When he spoke again, this time his lips did not move. The words penetrated her skull like smoke and sank deeply into her mind.

  The decision is yours, human. Tell me what it will be: life, or death?

  She turned her head away and closed her eyes, refusing to look at the creature. Refusing to be part of the private, unspoken game he seemed to be playing with her. A predator toying with his prey, watching it squirm while he decided whether to spare it or not.

  How it shall end depends on you. You will decide.

  “Go to hell,” she slurred, her voice thick and rusty.

  Iron-strong fingers clamped onto her chin and wrenched her around to face him once more. The creature cocked his head, those catlike amber eyes emotionless as he drew in a rasping breath, then spoke through his bloodstained lips and fangs.

  “Choose the course. There isn’t much time now.”

  There was no impatience in the voice that growled so near her face, only a flat indifference. An apathy that seemed to say he truly didn’t care one way or the other what answer she gave him.

  Rage boiled up inside her. She wanted to tell him to fuck off, to kill her and get it over with, if that’s what he meant to do. He wasn’t going to make her beg, damn it. Defiance churned in her gut, pushing anger up her parched throat and onto the very tip of her tongue.

  But the words wouldn’t come.

  She couldn’t ask him for death. Not even when death might be the only escape from the terror that held her now. The only escape from the pain of having lost the two people she’d loved the most and the seemingly pointless existence that was all she had left since they’d been gone.

  He released her from his hard grasp and watched with maddening calm as she sagged back down to the floor. Time stretched, impossibly long. She struggled to summon her voice, to speak the word that would either free her or condemn her. Crouched near her still, he rocked back on his heels and cocked his head in silent consideration.

  Then, to her horror and confusion, he extended his left arm and sliced one talonlike fingernail deep into the flesh above his wrist. Blood spilled from the wound, dripping wetly, scarlet raindrops falling to the wood planks below him. He thrust his finger into the open cut, digging into the muscle and tendons of his arm.

  “Oh, Jesus. What are you doing?” Revulsion squeezed her senses. Her instincts clamored with the warning that something awful was about to happen—maybe even more awful than the horror of her captivity with this nightmarish being who’d taken her prisoner hours ago to feed off her blood. “Oh, my God. Please, no. What the hell are you doing?”

  He didn’t reply. Didn’t even look at her until he’d withdrawn something minuscule from within his flesh and now held it pinched between his bloodied thumb and finger. He blinked slowly, a brief shuttering of his eyes before they pinned her in a hypnotic beam of amber light.

  “Life or death,” the creature hissed, those ruthless eyes narrowing on her. He leaned toward her, blood still dripping from the self-inflicted wound in his forearm. “You must decide, right now.”

  No, she thought desperately. No.

  A rushing surge of fury rolled up from somewhere deep inside her. She couldn’t hold it down. Couldn’t bite back the burst of rage that climbed up her raw throat and exploded out of her mouth in a banshee scream.

  “No!” She raised her fists and pounded on the hard, inhuman flesh of the creature’s bare shoulders. She thrashed and raged, railing at him with every ounce of strength she could summon, relishing in the pain of impact every time her blows landed on his body. “Damn you, no! Get the hell away from me! Don’t touch me!”

  She beat her fists against him again, over and over. Still, he crept closer.

  “Leave me alone, damn it! Get away!”

  Her knuckles connected with his shoulders and the sides of his skull, blow after blow, even as a heavy darkness began to descend on her. It felt thick around her, a sodden shroud that made her movements sluggish, her thoughts muddled in her mind.

  Her muscles slackened, refusing to cooperate. Yet still she pounded on the creature, striking slowly, as though she were throwing punches in the middle of a black, tar-filled ocean.

  “No,” she moaned, eyes closed to the darkness that surrounded her. She kept sinking deeper. Farther and farther into a soundless, weightless, endless void. “No … let me go. Damn you … let me go …”

  Then, when it seemed as though the darkness that enveloped her might never release her, she felt something cool and moist pressed against her brow. Voices speaking in an indiscernible jumble somewhere over her head.

  “No,” she murmured. “No. Let me go …”

  Summoning the last shred of strength and will she possessed, she threw another punch at the creature holding her down. Thick muscle absorbed the blow. She latched on to her captor then, grabbing at him, clawing at him. Startled, she felt the crush of soft fabric bunching in her hands. Warm, knit wool. Not the clammy, bare skin of the creature who’d broken into her cabin and held her prisoner.

  Confusion fired a warning shot in her sluggish mind. “Who … no, don’t touch me …”

  “Jenna, can you hear me?” The deep, rolling baritone that sounded so near her face was somehow familiar to her. Oddly soothing.

  It beckoned to something deep within her, gave her something to grab hold of when she had nothing but fathomless dark sea around her. She moaned, still lost, but feeling a slender thread of hope that she might survive.

  The low voice she somehow needed desperately to hear came again. “Kade, Alex. Holy shit, she’s coming out of it. I think she’s finally waking up.”

  She sucked in a hard breath, gasping for air. “Let me go,” she murmured, uncertain she could trust her feelings. Uncertain she could trust anything now. “Oh, God … please, no … don’t touch me. Don’t—”

  “Jenna?” Somewhere nearby, a female voice took shape above her. Tender tones, sober concern. A friend. “Jenna, honey, it’s me, Alex. You’re all right now. Do you understand? You’re sa
fe, I promise.”

  The words registered slowly, bringing with them a sense of relief and comfort. A feeling of peace, despite the chill terror that was still washing through her veins.

  With effort, she dragged her eyelids open and blinked away the daze that clung like a veil to her senses. Three forms hovered around her, two of them immense, unmistakably male, the other tall and slender, female. Her best friend from Alaska, Alexandra Maguire. “What … where am …”

  “Shh,” Alex soothed. “Hush now. It’s all right. You’re somewhere safe. You’re going to be okay now.”

  Jenna blinked, worked to focus. Slowly, the shapes standing around her bedside became human. Half sitting up, she realized her fists were still full of the wool sweater worn by the larger of the two males. The immense, fierce-looking African American with the skull-trimmed hair and linebacker shoulders, whose deep voice had helped pull her out of the drowning terror of her nightmare.

  The one she’d been pounding on relentlessly for God knew how long, mistaking him for the hellish creature who’d attacked her in Alaska.

  “Hey,” he murmured, his broad mouth curving gently. Dark brown, soul-searching eyes held her waking gaze. That warm smile quirked with unspoken acknowledgment as she loosened her death grip on him and settled back onto the bed. “Glad to see you decided to join the land of the living.”

  Jenna frowned at his light humor, reminded instead of the terrible choice that had been forced on her by her attacker. She exhaled a rasping sigh as she struggled to absorb her new, unfamiliar surroundings. She felt a bit like Dorothy waking up in Kansas after her trip to Oz.

  Except the Oz in this scenario had been a seemingly endless torment. A horrifying trip to some kind of blood-soaked hell.

  At least the horror of that ordeal had ended.

  She glanced at Alex. “Where are we?”

  Her friend came near and placed the cool, damp cloth to her forehead. “You’re safe, Jenna. Nothing can hurt you in this place.”