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Kelly Matthews had every intention of forgetting the ravishing vampire who’d stolen her heart a year ago, but it seemed next to impossible. Their blood bond would not let her forget and the fact that her dance company would be performing in the detestable man’s city, Paris, France. It is every prima ballerina’s dream and Kelly feared it. What would happen if she saw him again and worse…what if she didn’t?

A punch in the nose was the last thing Jacques expected when he came face to face with Kelly for the first time since leaving her a year ago. Now convincing her that he made a mistake and getting her back into his life is the hard part. When she finally does forgive him, nothing contains the passionate fire they create—two souls alone in the world—finally come together and light a Parisian night.

But another lurks the streets of Paris, weaving his way into Kelly’s mind. She is the very image of the love lost to him 150 years ago and nothing will stand in his way of reclaiming her. Jacques is determined to protect the self-willed Kelly. His new enemy—once a friend and a teacher—is older and stronger than Jacques by centuries, but Jacques will risk all to ensure Kelly remains forever at his side.

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First five chapters of 
       ETERNAL OBSESSION:

 

ONE

Kelly smiled brightly, throwing kisses to the crowd. She accepted a bouquet of bright red roses and waved to adoring fans. The audience roared with cheers of approval and applause. Her dance partner’s hand settled against her lower back, and they bowed together. She curtseyed, her body perfect grace in motion, blonde ringlets falling over her shoulders to brush the floor. It was wonderful to be admired for her talent, but today it wasn’t as fulfilling as she’d hoped it would be.

Her partner, Chris took her hand and they walked off the stage, waving to the audience until they were out of sight. Her brilliant smile vanished. “I’ll be in my dressing room,” she told Chris and the others.

She hurried along the corridor, closing the door. With a sigh of relief, Kelly walked across the carpeted floor and seated herself at her vanity. The lights were bright around the mirror. Feeling sad, she trailed fingers over the silver glass. When she was a little girl, she’d always wanted a mirror like this so she could sit in front of it and pretend to be a star.

Sighing, she picked up the facial cleanser and washed off the stage makeup. Her fingers closed over the feathers clipped at the top of her head and released her hair. The ringlets fell heavy against her back. Scrunching her nose, Kelly grabbed the brush and pulled the bristles through the hairspray coated mass until it fell freely in a wavy mass around her face.

She paused at a soft knock at the door. Without taking her gaze from her reflection, she called, “I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Not even by your very best friend?” a familiar voice replied.

The brush slipped from Kelly’s fingers to clatter against the vanity’s wood top. Joy surged through her dark thoughts like a stark beam of light. Kelly ran to the door, flinging it open. “Cassie!” she squealed. The women embraced for a long moment before pulling away to study each other. Kelly’s dearest friend was radiant, her chestnut hair flowed like sheets of satin down her back, her skin like porcelain, and her eyes—once a gorgeous hue of violet—were black, but still held a mischievous purple gleam. Despite this, Kelly couldn’t help but think of the events nearly a year ago that had led her friend to meet and marry a vampire, as well as becoming one herself. It still seemed unreal.

“Kelly, I missed you!”

“I missed you, too.” Stepping from the doorway, Kelly motioned with a sweep of her hand for her friend to enter. “Come in, come in, and tell me all about your trip. Did you have a wonderful time?”

Her expression dreamy, Cassie sighed, but appeared to catch herself before filling Kelly in on her extended honeymoon. “I won’t tell you one thing until I say how beautiful you looked tonight. You were magical, and you took my breath away. But I must say I am a little jealous for you held Dimitri captivated.”

“I find that hard to believe when you were by his side.”

Cassie gave an impish wink. “Well, I did remind him I was there with a nudge or two from time to time.” She stopped in the middle of the room and gripped Kelly’s arms. “You made it! I knew you would. I can’t tell you how proud I am. I know your parents are smiling down on you with pride.”

Cassie’s words touched her heart, and tears burned Kelly’s eyes. “Thank you, Cassie, it means a lot to hear you say so.” She hugged her friend tight, not wanting to let go, but finally did. Taking her hand, she led Cassie to a couch at the back of the room.

“Now, tell me all about your extended honeymoon. And where is Dimitri?”

Cassie settled on the cushions and waved her hand. “He’s backstage, playing. There must be something about really old people and going to the theater. He loves it.”

“You haven’t told Dimitri you think he’s old, have you?” Kelly snickered behind her hand.

“Let’s just say I like to tease him every once in a while.”

Kelly nudged Cassie, her wide grin easing her reprimand. “Be nice to him.” She laughed, then leaned back on the couch, sitting cross-legged. “So tell me everything.”

“Everything was wonderful. We visited Dimitri’s family home in Greece—he had it rebuilt after the fire—and it was breathtaking. Oh, you should have seen him the moment he walked through the doors. He was like a giddy boy showing me the rooms, telling me stories upon stories, and romping me around his lands. From there we went to Italy, Switzerland, Germany, Belgium, and France...” Cassie's voice faded, sympathy clouding her dark eyes. There was no way to disguise her stricken expression. She felt the emotion deep in her soul. Her heart rate increased, pounding a wild rhythm in her chest, there was no way to hide the stark emotion welling inside.

Cassie’s hand slipped over Kelly’s her brow furrowed with concern. “Kelly, how are you?”

Thoughts of Jacques paraded through Kelly’s mind. “I’m fine, why?

Go on with your story.”

Her friend ignored her lie. “If it makes you feel any better, Jacques is utterly miserable. We stayed a while at his castle outside Paris. I tried to talk to him, but he refused to discuss the two of you. I even yelled at him.” She grinned. “That shocked both Jacques and Dimitri. Suffice to say, Jacques had very little to say to me after that outburst.”

Kelly winced. “No, it doesn’t make me feel better. And I don’t care.”

“You can’t fool me, Kelly.” Cassie squeezed her hand, and Kelly moved it away.

“I said I’m fine, really. So what else did you do? I’m sure Dimitri had a wonderful time showing you the sights of Europe.”

“I think he did. Let me ask.” Cassie was silent for a moment, then giggled. “He says he was thrilled and can’t wait to take me there again.”

Kelly leaned forward. “How is it you can communicate with Dimitri? I mean, I know you can, but how do you do it?”

Cassie shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s a bond we’ve had since the first blood exchange. I picture him in my mind whenever I want, too—it’s better than phone or e-mail.” She laughed.

Kelly contemplated Cassie’s revelation. Her mind whirled with possibilities. Could she communicate with Jacques? How would she do it? Cassie said it was an ability she’d gained after her blood exchange with Dimitri. Could she do the same thing if she pictured Jacques in her mind? What if...

What am I doing? Kelly grunted, then focused on Cassie who was studying her with understanding and worry in her wide eyes.

“Kelly, talk to me.” Cassie touched her cheek gently. The sobs Kelly fought for the past nine months bubbled forth. “He didn’t even say good­bye.” The tears flowed as she finally surrendered to them. Cassie’s arms went around Kelly, pulling her into a hug. “Sometimes I feel like he’s with me, that I can sense him inside me. There’s affection and tenderness, but then he’s gone. My heart aches and I can’t get it to stop. I feel so cold and barren. It feels like Jacques took a piece of me with him when he left, and I’ll never be able to get it back.” She buried her face against Cassie’s shoulder and cried until she was drained.

~ * ~

Cassie hugged Kelly tight, as sobs racked the other woman’s slender body. Although Cassie loved Jacques, if her husband’s mentor and friend had been there at that moment, she would have given him another piece of her mind—and maybe even a good right hook.

When Jacques came to the States to aid Dimitri against Gabriella, Jacques and Dimitri’s maker, he met Kelly. Even from the first moment, the attraction between the two fairly set the air humming. Cassie knew Jacques tried his best to stay away from Kelly. Unfortunately, Cassie and Kelly’s friend, and Gabriella’s servant, Craig, had attacked both women, forcing Dimitri to turn Cassie in order to save her life. It was then that Kelly discovered the existence of vampires, and that Jacques was one, too. All of which had left Cassie with a lot of explaining to do.

And yet, Kelly had accepted the fact that the man she cared for, even loved, was a creature of the night. She’d saved his life, putting her complete trust and love in him by sharing her blood, which only made the bond between the pair deeper. Then Jacques abruptly returned to France, deserting Kelly without an explanation or good-bye.

Cassie thought she knew why he’d left—much as her own love, Dimitri, had done, Jacques probably didn’t want to turn Kelly into what he was. Still, it was clear he loved Kelly and thought leaving was best for them both, but at what cost? Cassie hated to see Kelly hurting this way, and despite the fact that Jacques was suffering much the same, Cassie was mad at him for his treatment of the woman who was like a sister.

“Kelly, I am so sorry. I wish there was something I could do to alleviate your pain.” Cassie eased back a foot, forcing her friend to meet her gaze. The woman looked miserable. Her heart went out to her friend and an idea took root. “Actually, if you want...”

Kelly sat up, wiping the tears from her eyes. “What? What is it?”

Cassie shrugged, nervous. “If you want, I could make you forget him.”

Kelly’s eyes widened. “You could do that?”

Nodding, Cassie ran her fingers through Kelly’s golden hair, pushing strands from her friend’s wet cheeks. “I can, but only if you really want me to.”

Kelly shuddered at the thought, remembering once again that Cassie was indeed a vampire now, and she possessed powers Kelly didn’t understand or know anything about. She shook her head, shifting away from the other woman. Apprehensive, she glanced at Cassie, for the first time unsure of her friend.

“No, please don’t, but thank you. I think.”

“I’m sorry, I meant no harm. I only want you to stop hurting.”

A slight smile curved Kelly’s lips. “I know you do.” She squeezed Cassie’s hand. “Thank you.”

There was another knock on the door and, at Cassie’s seductive grin, Kelly knew it must be her friend’s husband. “Come in.”

Dimitri entered carrying an abundance of flowers. His confidence and power hummed through the air. Long, straight black hair fell around his shoulders, framing his sharp and elegant features. His piercing black eyes filled with warmth when he smiled at Kelly.

He glided across the room, his movements a graceful harmony. Kelly rose and allowed him to draw her into a fierce hug. Pulling away he kissed her cheek before he handed her several bouquets. “These are from your many admirers.” He brought forth another bundle from behind his back, and her vision flooded with brilliant white roses. He placed them in her arms as well. “These are from Cassandra and me.”

Kelly lifted the roses to her nose and breathed deeply. “They’re lovely, thank you both.”

Dimitri grinned, his teeth straight and white. “You were radiant tonight. You have such grace, it is wonderful to watch you dance.”

She blushed. “Thank you, Dimitri.”

Cassie laughed at her husband, teasing him about his generous compliments. “Now you’re embarrassing her.”

He gaze fell on his wife, and Kelly could see his eyes fill with love and adoration as he gazed on Cassie. Her heart lurched with thoughts of Jacques.

“I would think with Kelly’s outgoing nature it’d be difficult to embarrass her,” Dimitri countered.

Chris appeared in the open doorway, smiling wide at Kelly, then Dimitri and Cassie. “Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt.”

“Chris, these are very dear friends of mine, Dimitri and Cassie Alexios. Dimitri and Cassie, this is my dance partner, Chris Thomas.”

The men shook hands, and Cassie inclined her head, smiling. “How nice to meet you.” But Chris stared openly at Dimitri. By his intense gaze it was obvious he was very much pleased at what he saw. His eyebrows lifted slightly in suggestion. Cassie snickered behind her husband, while Dimitri pulled at his collar. When it dawned on the young man what he was doing, he quickly apologized then turned his attention to Kelly.

“Mr. Vincinni wants us all here tomorrow morning. He has a special announcement to make.”

“Thanks, Chris, I’ll be here.”

Her partner hurried out of the room, casting a glance in Dimitri’s direction before disappearing around the corner.

“It seems you have an admirer, husband.”

Smacking Cassie on the bottom, Dimitri tried to appear stern, but failed miserably, causing both women to laugh. “Hush, wife!” He turned his attention to Kelly. “Come, let us help you gather your things, then we will escort you to your car.”

He reached for the flowers, but Kelly laid a hand on his arm. “That’s not necessary. I still have to change out of my costume. Security will see me out. I’ll be fine.”

Cassie went to protest, but Kelly leaned over and kissed her friend’s cheek. “Go home. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

Dimitri wrapped an arm around Cassie’s waist and led her from the room. Kelly watched them go, her heart heavy. She was alone once more; a constant state of affairs lately.

Closing the door, she returned to her vanity and sat. Though she looked hard into the mirror, she saw nothing. Could she truly communicate with Jacques? Did she want to?

Yes.

She thought of his long, wavy dark brown hair and his bold nose, so strong and striking. The way his lips curled into a seductive smile when his eyes devoured her very soul. Yes, those eyes…black as obsidian, they held her spellbound.

Kelly’s breath caught; she was actually doing it! She saw him, clear as day. Her heart raced, and she covered her mouth as she gazed upon his perfect male features.

Jacques sat at a large mahogany desk, a lit fireplace off to the side and behind him. His long hair fell over his face as he sifted through paperwork, and he pushed the unruly locks back. Then his long body leaned deeper into his high-backed chair.

He tensed, then his movements froze. Kelly inhaled and exhaled in short, quick spurts as his eyes lifted slowly. It was as if he were staring right at her, which didn’t seem possible, but she knew it was exactly what he was doing. He was seeing her. His presence filled the room; warmth spread through her body as if he held her in his arms.

Kelly.

Her name was a whisper. His warm breath fanning her cheek as the deep sound of his voice washed over her like dark silk. She closed her eyes at the glorious sensation of him talking to her within her mind.

Jacques.

She hadn’t intended to call back to him, but it seemed natural to do so. Opening her eyes, she saw his shut in turn, as if he were savoring a delicious treat. “Jacques,” she said again, wanting him, needing him. With her mind, she reached out, let her fingers stroke his hair, his face. She heard him exhale in a long breath, then he faltered. His eyelids snapped open as if he was only now realizing what was happening.

He shot upright in the chair his eyes blazing with desire and fury. Their dark depths locked on her, branded her with heat. She whimpered when fingers fisted in her hair, his hot breath brushing over her lips. “You must not,” he whispered. With a wave of his hand Kelly felt as though she were being hurled from his room. She blinked in surprise, her senses reeling, and grasped the vanity table for balance.

Kelly frowned. What happened?

Rejection!

Comprehension settled around her heart, and disappointment quickly turned to anger. He shut her out, just like before. So that was the way he wanted it?

Fine.

Two

Sitting center stage, Kelly stifled a yawn of exhaustion as Sandro Vincinni, director of the ballet company, addressed the troupe of dancers.

“I am beside myself with joy. I have fantastic news.” Everyone looked around curiously, then back at the director. “We have been asked to perform in Paris, the same shows we have done in New York, Chicago, and San Francisco.”

Everyone else burst into applause and cheers, jumping to their feet and speaking excitedly, but Kelly sat motionless, sick to her stomach. Her heart plummeted and raced all at the same time. It was finally happening, her dream to dance on one of the world’s most spectacular stages in Europe, but she dreaded it.

Chris rushed over, leaned down and grasped her hand. “Can you believe it, Kelly? Paris!” She let him pull her to her feet, laughing softly as he picked her up and twirled her around. Yes, Paris, she thought. What luck! What lousy, lousy luck! ~*~

Cassie grabbed the suitcase from the top shelf of the closet and placed it on Kelly’s bed. Kelly handed her some personal items, which Cassie began packing away.

“I can’t believe this is happening.” Kelly rushed around her apartment, grabbing things for her trip. “On the one hand, I’m thrilled about dancing in Paris. What an honor and a dream come true, but on the other hand, I should stay away from things that remind me of Jacques, not flock to them.”

Cassie chuckled at her reasoning. “I understand completely.”

Disheartened, Kelly sighed and sank onto the bed. “I know you do. I’m sorry to bother you like this.”

Cassie touched her chin. “It’s no bother at all, silly.”

Kelly dropped bras into the suitcase. “I know. I was trying to be polite, since you have to listen to me complain.”

Her grin devilish, Cassie folded one of Kelly’s shirts. “Hey, I live for moments like these, remember?”

Kelly shook her head and stood, walked to the closet and snatched shoes. She stopped at the foot of the bed beside Cassie, serious and full of sorrow. Cassie set everything in the suitcase, giving Kelly her full attention.

“I’m scared, Cass,” she whispered.

“Why?”

Kelly touched her fingers to her chest. Her heart still ached after all these months. “I’m afraid I’ll see him again—and even more terrified that I won’t.”

Cassie hugged her. “I felt that way with Dimitri, too.” She pulled away, motioning Kelly to sit. “In one respect, maybe this is a good thing. If you see Jacques, it will be a chance to talk to him, to get everything out in the open. You’ll know what to do.”

Kelly shook her head. “No, no, I won’t. There was nothing between us, Cassie, otherwise, he wouldn’t have left.”

Cassie’s smile was kind and understanding as she sat next to her friend, her touch gentle as she brushed her fingers through Kelly’s hair. “You’re wrong, Kelly. He ran because there was something between you two, and there still is.”

“I don’t understand; how could he leave if he really cared?”

Cassie made a sound of disgust. “Because men are stupid, even when they’re vampires. They make bad decisions at times where their hearts are concerned. I don’t think they can help it.”

Kelly chuckled and thought about that, remembering the way he’d kissed her, his gentleness, despite his great need. The fact that he would have died, would have refused to take what she did not offer freely. But she had saved his life with her blood. Saved him because she loved the big jerk.

Kelly touched her forehead to her friend’s. “Thanks, Cass.”

~*~

Another traveler in the airport rudely bumped into Kelly, almost knocking her over in the process. “God, I can’t stand this place!” Kelly made her way toward the baggage claim and waited while the announcer over the loudspeaker gave out flight arrivals and departure changes in French. Luckily she spoke the language; even so the announcer’s monotone voice was starting to wear on her nerves.

Finally, the luggage started churning around the turn belt. People grabbed their bags and walked away. One by one, the suitcases left the line, then circled again. Where is my luggage? She crossed her arms and tapped the toe of her shoe against the tile. This was ridiculous! Everyone in the company already had their bags and was now waiting on her. Willing her baggage to appear on the carousel, she clenched her fists at her sides. They’d better not have lost my luggage!

Finally, she had no choice but to join a crowd at the lost baggage claim area. Kelly wanted to scream; practically everything she had was in those bags. Luckily she had her purse so money was not a problem, but she was without clothes, makeup, hair combs, and other necessities. She knew it would take forever for the airport to find her things.

Stepping up to the counter after a twenty-minute wait, Kelly was greeted by the fatigued woman behind the counter. “Bonjour, qu’est-ce que vous desirez?”

“You lost my luggage.”

The woman handed Kelly a slip of paper. “I did not lose your luggage, ma’am. Please fill out this form.” Then she muttered an obviously rote statement about the airline sending on her suitcases when they were found and looked past her, dismissing her. “Merci. La prochaine.”

Kelly wanted to cause a scene, but moved on reluctantly so the next person could get their form and be dismissed as well. After providing the necessary information, Kelly handed the paperwork back to the woman. She made her way toward customs where Chris waited with his belongings in the middle of what seemed like a mob.

“Any luck with your bags?”

Kelly shook her head, the beginnings of a headache pounding behind her eyes. How she wished for an aspirin, but she knew one would not be forthcoming until she could get to her accommodations. “The airline doesn’t know where they are but will bring them to the hotel as soon as they turn up. Where’s everyone else?”

“They’ve gone through customs and will meet us out front. There’s a limousine waiting to take us into town. Mr. Vincinni asked me to wait for you.”

Kelly rubbed the pounding spot between her eyes when a woman cut in front of them. Of course there were never lines in Paris—everyone milled around—but after everything she’d just gone through, there was no way Kelly was letting the woman get away with this. “Excuse me, but I was here first.”

The woman batted wide innocent eyes, appearing stunned. “Oh, pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle.”

Kelly smiled as the woman walked away. Little Miss French knew perfectly well what she had done. It was a game of sorts for the French culture, but Kelly was playing hardball today.

Chris laughed. “Look at you. You’re not messing around.”

Kelly shook her head. “I just want to get to our hotel, lie down, and take a nap. My head is throbbing, and my previous trip to Paris was a bad experience all the way around.”

Chris’ smile was sympathetic. “Sorry you’re having a rough day.”

Kelly waved her hand to dismiss the apology, then let her gaze wander off to the surrounding windows, where sunlight spilled in. It was late morning, and Kelly hadn’t gotten much sleep on the plane. She yawned when she eventually reached customs and handed the man behind the counter her passport. The man wiped a hand over his mouth, his eyes lit with lust as he leered. “Welcome to France, cherie. Will you be here long?”

“Oui.” Rolling her eyes, she reached for her passport as he stamped it, and then she rushed past the counter, very aware of him watching her. Creep!

She and Chris made their way to the exit. When they stepped out into daylight, Kelly had to stop for a moment. She was really in Paris. And so was Jacques. Her heart pounded at the thought, her chest tightening, making it difficult to breathe. Somewhere out there, he was in a deep slumber, unaware she had arrived in his country, his city. She was closer to him now than she had been in the past several months.

Chris touched her arm and she jumped. “Are you okay? You looked a million miles away.”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

A chauffeur approached, took Chris’s bags, and led them to the sole remaining limo—Vincinni and the rest must have gotten tired of waiting, not to mention the extra limos probably had blocked the entrance to the airport— and placed the luggage in the trunk. Chris opened the back door for her, and she slipped inside, settling into the soft seats and gazing out the dark, tinted windows.

The drive into Paris was not pretty. Old, rundown buildings lined the busy streets in this poor part of town, something people didn’t really think about when they pictured the great French city. As their trip continued, she saw there were many cafés and shops, but it was the history the city told that interested Kelly, such as that demonstrated by the old stone buildings, some of which had stood since before the French Revolution.

The Eiffel Tower was visible in the distance, metal beams soaring above the city, watching over it all. Kelly smiled, then rolled down her window and took a deep breath, smelling fresh baked bread in the air as they passed by one of Paris’s many bakeries.

About an hour into the trip, just as they entered Paris proper, her cell phone rang—the airport had found her suitcases, thank goodness. Unfortunately, the bags weren’t in France.

When the chauffeur pulled into the parking lot of the hotel, La Villa Maillot, Kelly gazed down the road at the Arc de Triomphe, taking in the beautiful sight before rushing toward Chris, who was waiting for her at the hotel’s entrance. At least her troupe would be residing in style while they performed.

In the main lobby, their shoes echoed off the hardwood floor, the sound filling the air of the sparsely populated area. Approaching the front counter, Kelly was greeted by a young man who was to her surprise, friendly for a Frenchman. “Bonjour, mademoiselle.”

“Bonjour. I have a room reserved under Kelly Matthews with the Vincinni Company.”

“Aha, I have you here. Do you have any luggage?”

She groaned. “No, I’ve been told it’s in Germany and will be making its way to Paris on the next flight.” Behind her, Chris chuckled, and she nudged him with an elbow.

“I am sorry to hear that, mademoiselle. Here is your key.” He handed her the heavy brass object. “You are in suite 507, on the fifth floor.”

“Thank you.” Kelly stepped back to wait for Chris, but he motioned her to go on. Thankful, she approached the elevator and was soon on the fifth floor. Walking down the hall, she reached the door to her room. Breathing a sigh of relief, she slid the key in the lock. Nothing. Trying the key again, then a third time with no luck, she shook the door. “No!”

Turning back around, she stomped past Chris as he stepped off the elevator.

“What’s wrong?”

“My key doesn’t work.” At his loud laugh, she pressed the button to close the elevator doors on his smiling face. Back in front of the check-in counter, Kelly handed the man the key. “This doesn’t work.”

“Oh, forgive me. Let me get you the correct key.”

She tried for a forgiving smile but failed as she took the new proffered key and returned to her room. Setting the key into the lock, she slowly turned her wrist. “Please work.” The door opened and she exhaled sharply.

The suite was large and spacious, with a small fireplace in the main seating area. The plush carpet was white, and there was a matching large sofa with two chairs situated in front of the fireplace.

An open bedroom area was on the next landing, occupied by a king-sized bed against the far wall, with a nightstand on each side that held white lamps. A TV was set inside an armoire across from the bed. Her fingers slipped over the light switch, illuminating the bathroom on the upper level, and saw there were plenty of fluffy towels and washcloths. Switching the light off, she wasted no time removing her shoes. She rushed to the bed, relieved by its softness and drifted to sleep.

Three

As the sun set, air filled his lungs, and Jacques woke to another night. He rose from bed, letting the sheets fall from around his waist. Grabbing the burgundy robe draped over a chair, he slipped into it. He breathed deep, taking in the scents of the night. His keen hearing detected the sounds of Quintin and Marian on the other side of the castle as they prepared to rest.

He hated the term “human servants.” Quintin was his grounds caretaker and Marian, Quintin’s wife, maintained the upkeep within the castle. Though Quintin was at Jacques’s command, Jacques also regarded the man as a friend.

Leaving his chambers, Jacques walked up the steps to the main floor and made his way to the study, where he picked up the newspaper lying on the desk. After he made himself comfortable on the leather couch, he flipped through the pages, reading over the world’s recent events. Then he stumbled upon a photo.

A man lifted a ballerina into the air, her body a picture of grace and beauty. Jacques’s eyes took in every detail and feature of her flawless face; his heart pounded a wild tempo, like a native drum beat in a faraway wilderness.

She was here!

Kelly was in Paris.

The paper fell from his hands to lay forgotten on the floor. He bounded from his seat, mind reeling. He had to see her; though he had tried not to think about Kelly every night for months, he’d failed miserably. Now, everything in him cried out for just a glimpse of her in person.

Without a second thought, his body shifted and contorted; glossy black feathers appeared, and his nose stretched into a hooked beak. He let out a cry, the hawk’s high screech echoing along the corridors of the castle; then he took flight up into the rafters and out a window.

The dark ground rushed by, the warm breeze ruffling his feathers. His eyes trained on the horizon where Paris lay. And where Kelly was. He reached with his senses, working to find her location. Heartbeats flooded his mind, scents filled his nostrils until, finally, Kelly’s was the only pulse he

heard, her perfume the only one that called to him.

Entering the city, he followed her trail to La Villa Maillot, where he flew onto her balcony. The room was dark, but he could see her lying on the bed, asleep. Her hair spilled around her face like a golden waterfall, and her hands tucked beneath her cheek. He drank in the sight of her—one high and elegant cheekbone, a small nose, and full, lush lips. Her body, revealed to him as she lay above the covers, was long and lean, her breasts small and firm. Rounded hips extended from a tucked-in waist, and her legs went on for forever, uncommon for a prima ballerina, but perfect for wrapping around a man’s waist...

Suddenly he wished he were not a bird watching from the other side of glass, but a man moving into the shadows of the room and claiming her beauty. He transformed and pushed the balcony doors open. Jacques strode across the room; when he came to the bed he stopped and gazed at her exquisite body.

Mon ange.

He lowered himself beside her and breathed deeply. Her feminine scent overwhelmed him, and the sweet flow of her life’s blood alluring. Then he touched her, unable to resist the softness of her skin, the silky texture of her hair. His palm caressed her cheek, brushing up into luxurious tresses. She mumbled, the words incoherent in her sleep, and his eyes locked onto her lips, riveted by the pink petals, so sensual...so inviting.

His breath hitched. He couldn’t remember a time when another woman had made him feel this way. The excitement, the longing, the aching need. His mouth descended on hers. Her arms wound around his neck, and he lifted her into his embrace, holding her against him as his tongue delved, savored. His body caught fire, burning from the inside out with raging desire. He couldn’t believe she was here, in his arms, and that he was kissing her once more.

How often had he thought of her? He wondered yet again if he’d made a mistake and whether he was doing the right thing for them both. Wanting to see her eyes open, he pushed with a gentle command against her mind. Her lids lifted, and dark blue orbs stared, sightless.

He groaned, his hands shaping her breasts, squeezing lightly, caressing them. She moaned. Cursing, Jacques laid her back on the bed, tamping down the flames consuming his body. His need for her was great, but if she woke to find him in her room, mauling her in her sleep, he knew she would be more than just a little upset.

Turning, he fled the room and hid in the shadows of the balcony.

~ * ~

Kelly stirred, then sat up in bed and stretched, before rolling onto her belly. She felt hot, aroused. She’d been dreaming of Jacques—he’d held her in his arms, kissed her, stroking her body with his expert touches.

She had to stop doing this, stop this constant torment. Admonishing herself, she rose from the mattress, fumbled to flip on the light in the darkness. Finally, the lamp came on, blinding her momentarily. She groaned and rubbed her eyes, then placed a hand over her rumbling stomach. She hadn’t eaten on the plane or since she’d arrived in Paris. Wow, she was starving. Looking at the clock on the nightstand it read 10:00 p.m.

She tried to tame her blonde locks in the bathroom, running her fingers through her hair, but its long length remained a wild mass around her face. Finally giving up, she made a disgruntled grimace at the mirror, turned off the light, then descended to the main level. She grabbed her bag and the room key, then left the suite.

As she walked past the room beside hers, Chris stepped out. “Grabbing a bite to eat?”

“Yes, I am. You want to join me?”

He held his arm out. “Escort a beautiful lady to dinner? But of course.”

Laughing, Kelly slipped her hand onto his arm. “Oh, you Casanova, come on.”

“Me? A Casanova. Hmm. Maybe I’ll meet someone on this trip.”

“I know you will, and he’ll be gorgeous with a wonderful personality.” They chuckled.

Once outside, they found there were several cafés up and down the street. Choosing one, they were soon seated inside. Menu in hand, Kelly was again grateful for all the French classes she’d taken as a teenager, then in college, allowing her to read and speak the language fluently, or she would have had no idea what she was ordering.

The waiter appeared. “What can I get for you this evening, monsieur et mademoiselle?”

“I think I’ll have the coq au vin, and a glass of Chateau Neuf de Pape.” With its rich flavor and high calories, Kelly was being naughty with that choice of entree, but she was starving, and chicken cooked in rich red wine sounded delicious.

“Very good, mademoiselle.” The waiter took her menu, then he looked at Chris, who gave the server his menu and selection.

“I’ll have what she’s having.” Her partner was also living on the wild side and foregoing his diet tonight.

The waiter left.

Taking a deep breath, Kelly leaned back in her chair and crossed her legs. There was a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower from here, and she gazed at it, thinking she would have to visit the structure before she left. She hadn’t gotten to see it the last time she was in Paris. She’d been separated from her French class, and everything she owned had been stolen, everything. Luckily, she kept her passport safe on her person, but the entire situation had been miserable. She’d ended up calling Cassie’s parents to wire money and, despite her teachers’ and chaperones’ efforts when she’d finally rejoined them at their hotel, no one in Paris had been the least bit helpful to a teenage girl in trouble. Now she just smiled at the whole experience, bad though it had been. She’d vowed to always dislike this country, though it never kept her from wanting to dance here.

Kelly stretched, her hands behind her, as she worked the kinks out of her back and neck. Her gaze drifted up to a tree that stood just on the other side of the outdoor restaurant. Startled, she watched a big, dark hawk appear to stare directly at her. Its black eyes bored into hers, and she could have sworn a feeling of recognition filtered through her mind. The bird inched along the branch as if listening to their conversation.

Bringing her arms to her sides and shaking off the fanciful thought, she spoke with Chris about their practice the next day, but her eyes returned to the bird from time to time, even though she tried to ignore it. He—she was certain the bird was a he—appeared to smile, as if he knew something she didn’t. Crazy, she thought, birds don’t smile.

The waiter brought their wine and soon after, their meals. She inhaled the aroma that wafted up from the plate. It smelled wonderful, and she moaned in pleasure at the first bite. Delicious! The chicken melted in her mouth, and the red wine sauce warmed her from the inside out, unraveling tension that had wrung her muscles into tight bands sense boarding the plane in the States. She relished every bite, and when she finished, she sipped her wine. For the first time in months, she felt completely relaxed.

Kelly closed her eyes and imagined herself on top of the Eiffel Tower, envisioning what it would look like at night with all the lights shining throughout the city. It would be amazing. Opening her eyes, she leaned forward in her chair.

“What do you say? You, me, and the Eiffel Tower?”

Chris nodded. “That sounds good. Is it a date, then?”

Kelly grinned, reaching over and placed her hand over Chris’s. She jumped when the hawk let out a loud cry, scaring everyone around them. She jerked her hand away certain she had just been scolded. Glaring at the bird, Kelly berated herself for being silly. She covered Chris’s fingers again, but this time kept her eyes on the hawk’s.

Chris glanced behind him, then at Kelly. “What are you looking at? That loud bird?”

Kelly blinked, surprised. “I-I was...that is...”

Chris chuckled. “Come on, I’ll pay for this, and then we’ll walk back to the hotel. We have a long week ahead of us before our first performance.”

Kelly stood while Chris put money on the table. Then, hand in hand, they strolled to La Villa Maillot. Nerves tangling again, Kelly watched as that pesky hawk followed, but she quickly forgot about him when she reached the lobby and found her luggage, containing all her blessed necessities, had finally arrived.

~ * ~

Exhausted, Kelly listened as Vincinni yelled at the company to perform the last number again. He made one of the young women cry already, and Kelly’s heart went out to the dancer. She remembered all to well being new to the dance company and Vincinni ripping her a new one a time or two.

The orchestra started to play music once more. Chris lifted Kelly into the air, the swirling white of the other dancers flashed around them, and they went through the choreographed movements until the song ended.

Vincinni applauded as he came out of his chair. He made a few comments to the other dancers, but overall seemed pleased when he sent them to the hotel to rest for the performance the next evening.

Kelly didn’t waste time changing. She grabbed her tote bag, slinging it over her shoulder, and walked toward the exit. Once outside in the night air, she immediately spotted the hawk. She swore he had been trailing her all week. Without knowing what possessed her to do so, she stalked to the tree where the bird perched and gazed up into the shadowed limbs.

“What’re you doing here? You keep tagging along after me, but the last thing I need is a pet bird.”

The hawk cocked his head.

Kelly extended her fingers toward him. He hopped from branch to branch to land by her hand. She touched him, tentatively at first, before gingerly stroking his soft feathers. A rush of warmth filled her palm. Pulsing. Arousing. A flash of Jacques appeared in her mind’s eye. The vision shocked her, and she stumbled backward, whispering his name.

The hawk stared, his black eyes penetrating. She shivered, knowing she must be losing her mind. She wanted Jacques so badly she was even seeing him when she talked to a bird.

Kelly jumped when an arm settled around her waist.

“Hey, you okay?” She’d been unaware of Chris approaching. His expression shifted into worry when she trembled against his chest.

Forcing herself to smile, Kelly nodded. “I’m fine, I didn’t hear you, is all.”

“Sorry I scared you.” He kissed her temple.

Kelly shrugged and watched as the bird stretched his wings and launched into the sky. Her gaze followed after the hawk until he disappeared, blending into the dark, before yielding to her partner’s tug.

She and Chris started down the street. She thought he was probably as content as she to walk on such a gorgeous evening. Without warning, a shiver raced up her spine. A man stood across the street watching them. She couldn’t clearly view his features from where he remained in the shadows, but he seemed tall and lean, and she couldn’t shake the feeling of his burning gaze on them. It wasn’t Jacques, though; she sensed that somehow.

Kelly felt drawn toward the stranger. She needed to go to the man, but Chris placed a hand on her arm. “Where you going?”

“Give me a sec.”

He released her arm, but followed her instead of remaining on the sidewalk. She hurried across the road and approached the figure, her body seeming to have a will of its own. This was wrong, she knew it somehow, but her body refused to listen. A pressure built in her mind as she fought the urge, but was unable to.

The man stepped forward, and she gasped, her gaze met his black eyes. Frightened, she tried to move back, recognizing him for what he was, but it was like a wall had gone up behind her, and she had nowhere to go.

“Dominique?”

She frowned. She didn’t intend to tell the man anything, but found herself answering. “No, I’m Kelly.”

The man smiled, and she fell into his gaze, struggling against it, realizing too late what was happening. His assault on her senses was swift and too powerful to dissuade. He pulled her into his embrace, his cool lips settling against hers in a brief kiss. His hold on her was gentle, like she was porcelain, but the gesture was possessive. Vaguely, she realized Chris was still there behind her as the man in front of them spoke.

“Return to your room, and do not remember our meeting. I will court you, my love, and you will be mine once more. As for you,” he motioned to Chris, “you will forget, too. Escort her back and see that no harm befalls her.”

His hand ran over her throat, as if he had every right to touch her, his fingers resting for a moment at the pulse beating rapid there. She leaned her head back, longing to feel his mouth against her flesh. The desire intense. He kissed her lightly over her vein; then in a swirl of smoke, he vanished.

Dizzy for a moment, Kelly leaned into Chris, but they recovered quickly. “What the heck are we doing over here?” she asked. “We were across the street, weren’t we?”

Chris lifted his shoulders in confusion. “I have no clue. I think rehearsals are catching up with us. Vincinni has driven us to the point of exhaustion so that we don’t know what we’re doing.” They laughed. Then his arm went around Kelly, and they resumed their carefree conversation as they returned to the hotel.

Four

It was five minutes before curtain time, and Kelly was more anxious than she had ever been. She felt Jacques in the audience. No one would be able to convince her he wasn’t there. She knew it in her gut. She should be happy about that, but her stomach filled with butterflies, making her stomach flutter and her skin tingle. What if she saw him later? What if she didn’t? Both fears weighed heavily on her heart.

Chris came to her side, looking handsome in his pristine white costume. The sleeves billowed, but not too much to interfere with their dancing, while white tights fit his muscular legs like a second skin. His thick brown hair was artfully tousled, and his deep brown eyes twinkled with excitement. He wasn’t much taller than Kelly, so she laid her head against his shoulder, careful not to get makeup on his shirt.

“Are you ready?”

“I’m ready,” she said.

The music began, and the lights dimmed in the theater. The other dancers weaved their way onto the stage. Kelly took deep breaths and did a final stretch, jumped quickly into the air and landed in Chris’s arms. Turning, she tucked her hand into his and gave it a slight squeeze. “See you out there.” Then she swept in front of the audience. ~ * ~ He’d never had the opportunity to see her dance when they’d met in San Francisco, and Jacques regretted it.

Her sunny hair was in a loose bun, white flowers tucked in the golden mass. The pale glittering gown swayed around her hips and feet, teasing him with peeks of her satin slippers. Her arms and fingers glided into the air as she swayed with the music. Could anyone’s fingers be more delicate? She moved with grace, her body seemingly weightless. She was beauty in motion and magnificent to behold. Kelly amazed him.

As she twirled, Jacques heard her heart pound; her breath rushed with excitement...and fear? Leaning forward, he clutched the banister, his face moving into the light that spilled from the stage.

~ * ~

Kelly pirouetted, her senses on overload. She felt eyes focused on her. Though there were hundreds of people watching, she knew one pair that penetrated to her very soul. Her gaze moved up to the nearest balcony.

Jacques.

His wavy hair framed an aristocratic face, those bottomless black eyes reaching to brush her heart with emotions. After all these long months, he was there.

She stumbled.

Chris caught her around the waist, covering her misstep. She glimpsed his concern, but he quickly masked it. Her cheeks burned, but she continued to dance, trying to ignore Jacques. It was a struggle, but she was determined. Heart pounding, throat tight like a corkscrew twisting into oak she ensured her performance was flawless for the remainder of the show.

When the curtain came down, Chris turned to her, ignoring the cheers that filtered through the thick material. “Are you okay? I felt your tension out there, your slip.”

Kelly brushed a hand over the crown of her head, smoothing her hair. “I’m fine. I think just the idea of where I was dancing and finally getting here overwhelmed me for a moment.”

He grinned and kissed her temple, giving her a quick squeeze. “Our public awaits, Kelly Matthews. Nothing stands in our way now.”

Hand in hand, they glided back out as the curtains slid open again. Chris bowed and Kelly curtseyed deeply. Flowers decorated the stage even as Kelly accepted a large bouquet from an audience member. She blew the man a kiss and waved at the crowd. After a final bow and curtsey from the troupe, the dancers exited.

Kelly hurried away from everyone. “I’m going to go change, Chris. Where is the party being held?”

He shrugged. “Vincinni has new plans. We’re going to some castle outside Paris, where there is a vineyard and all that. It’s supposed to be very nice; everyone is meeting there. The limos are out back ready to take us when we’re ready.”

“Fine. I’ll be ready in fifteen.”

At her dressing room, Kelly slammed the door. Pins flew in all directions as she shook out her hair. She’d messed up, stumbled in front of everyone, and it was all Jacques’s fault! She must have looked like a fool to him, to the audience. Scowling into the mirror, her eyes were deep sapphire, shining with anger. What did he think he was doing, showing up at her performance?

Furious though she was and despite the brief glimpse she’d had, she couldn’t help but realize how breathtakingly handsome he remained. Her hand flew to her chest, reminding her of the terrible heartache she had fought so hard to overcome months ago. No matter how mad she was, or how much Vincinni would yell at her for her mistake, she missed Jacques. She wanted to run into his arms.

Am I insane?

She stripped out of her costume and tossed it aside. In her aggression the slinky black dress hanging in her wardrobe was ripped from its hanger. Sliding the outfit on, she pulled it into place over her body, then frowned at her reflection. The jerk had up and left her without so much as a farewell. Not even a thank you for rescuing his worthless hide. Now he was suddenly back in her life, watching her dance and throwing her whole world out of order once more.

She slammed her fist on the vanity. “No way, buddy! Not this time.” Whirling around, she stalked from the dressing room and out the back door, where she greeted fans and reporters. She made sure to answer questions, sign autographs and portray the perfect prima ballerina who would make Vincinni proud.

Outdoors, beside the limo at last, Kelly saw Chris was already there, holding the door. She thanked him, climbed in, and rode in silence out of the city. Chris reflected on their welcome reception by the theatergoers tonight. While he talked, her thoughts returned to the object of her wrath.

Jacques wasn’t getting off the hook so easily. She would find him and give him a give him a swift kick in the ass. After that, she would walk away and never look back.

Mind made up, Kelly decided to call Cassie first thing in the morning, when it would be night in San Francisco, and find out where the scumbag lived. She’d rent a car and get clear directions. Then, after the performance tomorrow night, she’d drive to his home.

Plans in place, she passed the time making desultory conversation with Chris. After almost an hour, the chauffeur pulled up a winding drive to a castle that sat at the top of a hill. Kelly studied the edifice from her window as they approached. The structure was huge and stood four stories high on the two outer sections, and five stories tall at its center. Towering steeples peaked from each rounded corner of the castle, as well as the center, and stretched toward the sky. There were so many of them, it almost appeared as though there were a castle within a castle.

The chauffeur assisted her out of the limo, and Chris offered his arm as he led her to the lowered drawbridge. She observed the dark waters of the moat, then sighed with pleasure as they entered a large, illuminated courtyard with lush green grass and scattered white lawn tables and chairs. On the opposite side of the yard, a gazebo led into what appeared to be a garden. Although she didn’t see the rest of the dance company, she thought she could hear the faint sound of voices and music nearby.

Their feet crunched under the gravel as Chris escorted her toward a large, oak door that was probably the entrance to the main part of the castle. Before they reached it, the door opened and a plump woman with rosy red

cheeks stood smiling at them.

“Bonjour,” the woman said cheerfully, albeit with a faint British accent.

“Bonjour. We’re here for the party.”

The woman beamed and continued in English. “Ah, you must be Kelly Matthews. I heard you danced beautifully tonight.”

Kelly nodded. “Thank you, madame.”

Chris cleared his throat. The woman clapped her hands. “Oh, pardon me, but I am afraid Mr. Devereaux was so spellbound by Ms. Matthews beauty and talent that he had no eyes for anyone else.”

Kelly froze.

“It is forgivable then,” Chris teased, taking the woman’s hand.

Tension filled Kelly’s shoulders, fear rumbled through her stomach, and hope clutched at her heart. Could it be? Was Jacques the host of this party?

The woman laughed delightedly, stepping back so that they could enter. “Come in. It’s so good to meet you both.” She closed the door.

Kelly gaped in awe at the main hall. It was incredible. Portraits in golden frames lined the walls, overlooking two long staircases that wound their way up on either side of the hall to the second floor, where green ivy draped over the balcony as if they were reaching to touch the floor below. Massive chandeliers lined the expanse of the great hall glowing prisms of light swirled above them from high, arched ceilings. The gray marble floor was polished and gleamed.

“This is amazing,” she whispered.

The woman chuckled. Kelly turned her attention to the woman. “Yes, it is. Mr. Devereaux is proud of his family’s home.” She beamed at them. “My name is Marian LeBoeuf. My husband Quintin and I met in England, my home; then I came with him when he returned to France to work for Mr. Devereaux, who will be down any moment now. I believe the others in your party are awaiting your arrival in the courtyard.”

Both Kelly and Chris moved back outside. Chris excused himself to meet the other dancers as Kelly moved toward the garden. She had the sudden urge to be there, to walk the paths and smell the flowers. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was watching, she slipped across the yard to the garden entrance.

Once she stepped past the gazebo and onto the stone path, she gave herself up to its beauty. She could see the main hall of the castle through a giant cut-glass window with the design of a swan in a lake; it was breathtaking with the garden lights glistening against the artistic masterpiece.

Kelly followed the path, admiring every plant that lined the walk, including roses of all colors overflowing brilliant verdant bushes. Kelly leaned over and breathed in the fragrance of a single red rose that had bloomed ahead of the others; its petals opened wide and full, where the

others were still closed. She couldn’t help but smile at its loveliness.

Trees dotted with white blossoms flourished within the secluded area. When a breeze blew, a few of the flowers fluttered to the ground, as if nature were throwing petals at her feet.

Finally arriving at the center of the garden, she noted there were white benches set in a circle around a gurgling fountain. Overseeing the water was a statue of four girls standing on a stone pallet. They looked to range from ages seven to fourteen. They were garbed in long gowns. Their hair fell loose around their shoulders, smiles on their pretty faces, as they all clasped hands. The youngest had flowers in her hair and held a small bouquet in her free hand. The statue made Kelly happy, yet there was an ache in her heart she couldn’t explain.

The rising noise from the front lawn caught her attention. She cast one last glance at the fountain, then decided she’d better join the party. She wound her way back up the path, then stopped dead in her tracks.

He dominated the entire perimeter, dominated her. She swallowed hard, trying to find her voice, but it would not come. Instead, she drank in the sight of him: wavy, chocolate brown hair framed his pale-perfect face; sensuous lips held a hint of a smile; black eyes devoured her very soul; and a long, lean frame emanated power in a simple stride.

Jacques moved forward and plucked the very rose she had admired earlier. Approaching her, he gently took her hands in his and brought the tips of her fingers to his lips. The simple action caused shivers of pleasure to ripple through Kelly, hot fingers of lust brushing every nerve ending; she thought she might very well swoon against his strong chest. She was a wimp! The stem of the rose slid between her hands as he released her, and she held the flower, inhaling its scent.

“Its beauty pales in comparison to your golden one.” His voice slid over her like smooth silk; in that instant, her hurt struck as well.

Eyes narrowed up at him, she did the only thing she could think of. She punched him, right in the nose. Pain cracked through her knuckles. “Ouch!” She rubbed her hand. “Don’t think your sweet words will get you anywhere.” Kelly fought against remorse when she saw the blood oozing from his nose.

Jacques looked surprised, pained, and amused all rolled into one, as he covered his injury. She steeled herself as he shook his head, then reached inside his coat pocket, pulling out a dark cloth to dab at his face.

“I never thought that you’d simply forgive me.” He dabbed at his nose. “But I really hadn’t expected you’d strike me, either.” Folding the handkerchief, he replaced it, and gestured for her to lead the way back to the center of the garden. She pivoted and quickly reached the bench by the fountain, then whirled around to face him.

“I want you to know I think you’re one of the biggest jerks I’ve ever met.” Once she started she couldn’t stop. “You took from me, and then you disappeared. I never heard from you... You just dropped off the face of the earth. Then you showed up tonight and distracted me, messed up my dancing. Thanks to you, I’m going to get yelled at tomorrow by Vincinni! I don’t appreciate any of this!”

She was out of breath by the time she was done and ashamed to hear her voice break. “Y-you made me feel like such a fool.”

She struggled against tears but was unable to fight them when he pulled her into his arms. The essence of him filled her being. It seemed so right, so natural to be there that she rested her head against his solid chest.

~ * ~

Jacques took in her fragrance, overwhelmed at finally having her in his home and in his embrace. She was all he had dreamed about since leaving the United States nearly a year ago. Time had always passed quickly before, but after meeting this woman, hours and days had slowed to a miserable crawl, reminding him every day that she was just out of his grasp.

Her beauty captivated him, and he invariably felt as if he were drowning whenever he gazed into her sapphire eyes; they always sparkled with life and spoke volumes about her vibrant personality. Unable to resist, he allowed his hands to travel up her spine to the jeweled scrunchie in her hair and tugged it free as his fingers delved into her silky, sun-kissed strands.

She moaned as he fisted handfuls of her hair, tenderly pulling her head back so she feasted upon him through passion-glazed eyes. His lips met her petal-soft ones, and her mouth opened as his tongue swept inside. Kelly’s arms circled his waist, yanking his body to press along hers.

Her knees buckled as his mouth continued to dominate hers, his tongue stroking against hers with intense desire. He held her fast, supporting her against his body as he continued his sweet torture. Her response fueled the scorching fire of their kiss.

She tasted of sweet honey, smelled of sunshine, and glowed like an angel. The need to possess her surged through him, his body reacting to her every whimper. The slide of her body against his, and the way she returned his kiss with the same passion as his own fueled the flames erupting under his skin.

Finally, Kelly pulled away, expression startled and confused. His gaze roamed her face, and his knuckles skimmed over the curve of her jaw.

“No,” she whispered, stepping away from his touch.

His hand fell like a dead weight to his side, as he watched the play of emotions cross her face.

“You hurt me. I won’t let you do it again.”

His sigh came from deep within. “I did not mean to cause you pain, Kelly. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

Her eyes shot icy daggers. “Maybe next time you should ask me what is best for me before you make assumptions? But I don’t want to hear anything from you now. I’m past caring.”

Jacques didn’t speak, understanding that she had to vent her feelings. He would let her...as long as she stayed. He would allow her anything, give her everything, if she’d remain with him, but she didn’t.

“You turned my world upside down then left me alone to try to straighten it out. Everything changed from that moment.” Dropping the rose to the ground, she stepped over it and passed him. “I’m sorry I came tonight. Just leave me alone.”

He watched her until she disappeared, but even then he listened to the beat of her heart...and the sound of her barely suppressed tears. Bending, he retrieved the rose she’d discarded and held it beneath his nose, drawing in the flower’s sweetness and the lingering scent that was Kelly’s.

He’d made a mistake by leaving her, but he would make amends. She was his, and he would fight anyone and anything to have her, even her own heart.

Five

Kelly spent the rest of the evening avoiding Jacques. It was a hard feat, especially when Vincinni introduced them to each another, then—in Kelly’s opinion—forced her to mingle with the jerk as hors d'oeuvres and wine were served. The director was bubbling all over Jacques since the big jerk had given a sizable donation to the dance company; the sly vampire’s only request had been to spend some time with the prima ballerina.

Kelly barely kept from rolling her eyes as both men discussed her splendor and elegance. She rewarded Jacques with frozen smiles at his compliments, but humor twinkled in his eyes. She would have given her soul right then and there just for the satisfaction of slapping the glimmer from those dark depths.

Be careful what you’re willing to sell your soul for, mon ange.

Kelly drew in a sharp breath, then scowled at Jacques. “Stay out of my head,” she muttered, knowing he heard every word. “Or next time I’ll kick you in the balls.” She smiled to herself when he visibly winced; she tried to walk away, but Jacques grabbed her hand as the live band that had been playing all evening began another song.

“Dance with me.”

Her heart thumped a mad rhythm. He wasn’t asking; he was demanding. Shaking her head, she yanked her hand from his. “No.”

At the side of the yard, a long, pretty table held fresh flower arrangements, different delectable foods, and bottles of wine. There were servers everywhere, greeting the guests with more drinks and food, or assisting guests.

“Excuse me. I’d like to sample the wines and figure out what I want.”

“I’ll escort you.”

She scowled at him, switching to a brilliant smile when Vincinni narrowed his eyes from a short distance away, clearly warning her to be polite. “No, thank you, sir. I’ll manage fine on my own.”

“I insist,” he said in a low voice.

To hell with Vincinni’s silent demands that she make nice with their host. There were plenty among this crowd who could do the honors, such as they were.

She left Jacques, zigzagging in the hopes of losing him between the many dancers twirling about the floor—and purposely bumped into a few of them, sending the couples directly into Jacques’s path. Her “accidental” actions forced him to mingle and accept many thanks for a wonderful evening.

Smug and a little proud of herself, Kelly was almost at the exit where her limo was waiting when his voice stopped her. Everything in her screamed to run for the castle gate, to not to turn around, but she halted her headlong flight, refusing to play the coward.

Slowly, she turned and faced him, teeth clenched. “Oui, Monsieur Devereaux?”

“You are leaving us so soon? I thought you wished to discuss a wine you’d prefer for the evening.” He lifted a glass in his hand, feigning innocence, suggestive as he swirled the contents, enticing her to take a sip.

She should have known she’d not be lucky enough to escape him that easily. “Thank you for the party, but I have an early day tomorrow and need to seek my bed.”

~ * ~

Jacques stepped toward her, but she moved back. He halted, feeling the fear pounding through her veins. He wondered suddenly if he had been wrong: was she afraid of him? Was she indeed afraid of what he was? He frowned.

“I won’t bite you, Kelly.”

She nodded. “I know. That’s not what I’m afraid of.” Relieved, but puzzled by her words, he had to restrain himself from rushing over and sweeping her into his arms. “Goodnight,” she whispered, then hurried away.

He stood there for a long moment, staring after her even after she’d disappeared from the castle. He gripped the glass containing the deep red wine. This reconciliation business would not be easy; Kelly was not nearly as forgiving as Dimitri’s wife had been. Maybe Jacques couldn’t have Kelly for eternity, but he wanted her for the time she was here at least.

Pivoting, he strode past one of the main staircases and into his study while the party continued without his presence. ~ * ~

Early the next day, Kelly’s first order of business was to call Cassie, who would now be up and about for the night. Dimitri’s voice rumbled a quick hello.

“Hi, Dimitri, is Cass around?”

“She is. Hold on, and I’ll get her.”

There was a moment of silence; then Cassie’s cheery voice swept onto the line. “Hi, Kelly, how’s Paris?”

“Interesting.” She paused. “I saw Jacques and was at his home.”

“Really? What happened?”

“I told him exactly what I thought about the way he’d left, and then... then...”

Cassie’s excited voice rushed through the phone. “Then what?”

“I punched him.”

There was silence on the other end of the phone. Cassie cleared her throat. “You what? Did you just say you punched him?”

Dimitri’s deep laughter sounded in the background.

“I didn’t mean to. I just sort of reacted. I was mad and, bam! There went my fist.”

“So what happened next?”

“I told him to leave me alone, then tried to avoid him. When that was impossible, I left.”

“What?” Cassie sounded upset.

“What do you mean, what?”

“I can’t believe you did that. Did you at least hear him out?”

Kelly felt a blush staining her cheeks. “I think he tried to say something, but...” She groaned heavily. “Come on, Cass, cut me some slack here. You know I’m impulsive.”

“Yes, you are, and it’s going to cost you something spectacular. I’m your friend, so I’m going to tell you exactly what I think.”

Kelly groaned, knowing Cassie didn’t get upset often, but when she did, she could really let a person have it.

“You’re stubborn, and now you’re the one being a jerk! Jacques is like seven hundred something years old; he was only trying to protect you. Why?” Cassie’s voice rose as she continued. “Because he cares about you! He does, Kelly, and you feel the same way, so you’d better do something about it, or both of you are going to really tick me off!”

Kelly slumped in her bed, stunned at her friend’s ferocity... and the truth of Cassie’s words about her emotions. There was no way she would ever get over Jacques; she did like him after all. Even she was aware that she refused to allow herself to use the “L” word again when referencing Jacques Devereaux. “I know you’re right, Cass, but it’s hard. I can’t go through it again if he walks out of my life once more. I can’t.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t have any answers for that. I don’t know what he’ll do.”

“What should I do?”

“Tell him what’s in your heart.”

Fear clutched her heart. It was scary putting yourself out there and she’d already been rejected not once, but twice…“I don’t think it’s very safe that way, putting my heart on the line so he can crush it later.” She glanced at the clock. “I have to go, otherwise Vincinni will string me up for being late. I love you, Cassie.”

“I love you, too, but I still think you should tell him.”

“We’ll see.” Kelly ended the call, then grabbed her tote bag.

Over the next few days, Kelly worked hard, focusing only on dancing. Occasionally, she did contemplate what Cassie had said, but then pushed it aside. She buried herself in her performances in the hopes of wiping away the memory of Jacques from her heart, but as soon as she left the stage and the parties behind, she was alone with her thoughts and the nights.

~ * ~

He lowered the newspaper and walked down the hall to the stairs that led beneath the earth to his chambers. There, he made his way to the fireplace opposite his bed and rested his hands on the mantel. His dark gaze devoured the portrait that hung on the wall. Her golden hair was pulled back away from her face, and her lovely blue eyes sparkled with life.

Dominique. The name whispered through his mind like a talisman.

Burin entered and stood in the doorway, waiting for his command. He addressed his servant, his eyes never leaving Dominique’s. “Go to my home. Prepare it for her return.”

The man bowed, then turned and left the room.

Finally stepping away from the fireplace, he brushed a hand along his tuxedo sleeve and adjusted the tie at his neck. Tonight, he would begin his courtship. Tonight, he would stake his claim and damn anyone who stood in his way.

Kelly Matthews was his.

~ * ~

She slipped one satin slipper from her foot then the other, attempting to rub the ache from each foot. Had he been there, watching her? Though she’d berated herself for it, she had tried to find him in the large audience, had even stolen several glances at the balcony he’d occupied that first evening, but she hadn’t sensed him in the theater.

Flowers arrived for her, delivered by a stagehand. She knew they were from Jacques. A dozen deep-red roses, a reminder of the blood that flowed between them, she was sure. She thanked the stagehand, and laid the roses on her vanity. Her hotel room was full of them now, the scent inviting and heady whenever she returned to it. She brought one flower to her lips and breathed deeply. She’d always loved the smell of roses, her favorite.

A knock sounded, and she walked across the dressing room, rose in hand. She opened the door.

The man who stood there was tall, with broad shoulders and a sinewy build. His auburn hair was cut short, stylish, very G.Q. Dark brows arched over black eyes, his nose thin and long, and he had high cheekbones. The stranger was handsome, attractive...and a vampire. The obsidian of his eyes told her that.

The rose dropped from Kelly’s hand as his power rushed over her. She stifled a scream working its way up her throat, and her heart hammered in her chest. She took a step back, shaking her head, refusing to meet his

steady gaze.

“You are not invited into my room.” By the shock on his face, she knew she had taken him completely by surprise. He was probably wondering how she was aware of their existence. “I know it’s not my home, but if it keeps you out, I’ll lay claim to it as my home.”

“Pardon me, but are you all right?” She noticed he was careful not to move and realized he could no doubt sense her sudden fear, the sound of her heart racing, and the rush of blood through her veins.

“Are the flowers not to your liking?” He indicated the bouquet the stagehand had brought.

Shocked and disappointed to discover the blossoms she’d assumed had been from Jacques were actually from this stranger, Kelly clutched the frame of the doorway hard, brow furrowed. She was even more stunned to recognize a feeling of compulsion wash over her like dark velvet as he attempted to soothe her with his voice. The pressure in her head subtly insisted she remain calm, that she trust him, but it was still an intrusion, gentle or not. She squeezed her hands into fists and fought the urge to obey, sweat breaking out on her skin at the struggle. “Stop it!”

Still avoiding eye contact, his face was full of disbelief and amazement. “Do you know who I am?”

“I know what you are.” She could hear his intake of breath. The situation would almost be funny if she wasn’t so terrified. Her thoughts were scattered; what could he possibly want from her, unless it was the obvious. Her blood.

Kelly knew three vampires: Cassie, Jacques, and Dimitri. Well, four, if she counted their cruel maker, Gabriella. The thought of another one standing at her door sent an additional surge of terror streaking through her.

He bowed low, and she retreated a little further, ready to slam the door and scream for help, but when he straightened, he seemed sincere and apologetic. “My intention was not to frighten you. I only wanted to meet the prima ballerina who has the grace of a swan and a beauty that rivals the red rose itself.” His voice filled with warmth and admiration.

Kelly had not been expecting that and was somewhat disarmed. She gave a slight nod of her head. “Thank you for your kind words and the lovely flowers.”

He held up a hand. “It is the truth I speak. I am newly arrived in town, but I heard the talk of the woman who adorns this stage and had to come see for myself if the rumors were true. How glad I am that they were accurate, and so I have attended each performance since. You are magnificent to behold and will soon be dancing on the stages of Mother Russia. I know it.”

Kelly felt her face redden. She didn’t know what to say, so she smiled and changed the subject. “You are Russian?”

“I am Mussek Chetvertka from St. Petersburg. I’m pleased to meet you, Kelly Matthews.” He held out his hand.

Hesitant, Kelly laid her hand in his, grinning and relaxing when his lips brushed the back of her hand. “A pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Chetvertka. Are you a friend of Jacques’?”

His eyebrows shot up and recognition dawned in his eyes. “I am. I was Jacques Devereaux’s teacher when he was newly...made. I took him under my wing when his creator left him to wander alone.” It was apparent he was choosing his words carefully.

Another dancer hurried past the dressing room, waving at Kelly. Kelly picked up the rose she’d dropped earlier. “That’s how I knew what you are, Mr. Chetvertka. My dearest friend was brought into your, um, ‘family’ by her husband, Dimitri. Well, by Gabriella, to be honest.”

“Ahhh.” Mussek’s smile was pleased. “Well, then, I hope my being here does not cause you any discomfort. I am friend to both Dimitri Alexios and Jacques. My wish is that you and I can spend some time together since we share the same friends. Please allow me to call on you.” His voice dropped to a husky timber.

Kelly’s eyes widened; this vampire was asking her out. Did she dare? He did seem to know Dimitri and Jacques, after all. Jacques. Again, thoughts of him caused her heart to clench in her chest.

Jacques was not a bad man or an evil one; he was just a jerk, and she needed to get over him already. She smiled. A vampire jerk. It sounded terribly funny.

Well, it was time to move on with her life and not let Jacques’s presence or words tempt her back into his arms. Besides, this man had been his teacher.

“I am going to another after-performance party this evening, and I do not have an escort.”

Mussek bowed. “I am honored. I will wait for you while you change.” He stood and turned to walk up the hall outside her dressing room but stopped and glanced back. “By the way, so that you are aware, you cannot claim a public theater room, where everyone is welcome, as your home.” He winked. “It doesn’t work that way.”

~ * ~

Astonished, Jacques watched Kelly walk in on the arm of Mussek Chetvertka, who was all smiles as he led her through the door. But what man wouldn’t be ecstatic to have an angel by his side? Wearing a vibrant red dress that clung to every curve of her body, and her hair falling in ringed coils down her back, Kelly was the most glorious woman in the room.

Those thoughts brought with them unbidden jealousy. He growled low in his throat and watched as Mussek’s head lifted, the other vampire’s gaze immediately searching the area until it came to rest on him. Jacques inclined his head, and Mussek led Kelly in his direction.

“Jacques, my friend, it is good to see you again so soon.” Mussek smiled. This was an inside joke since it had been the better part of a seventy

years since they had last met.

“And you, Mussek. It is always a pleasure.”

His former teacher brought Kelly forward; she’d been staring wide-eyed between them the entire time. “I have the honor of escorting prima ballerina Kelly Matthews this evening.”

Vexed, Jacques noted that Mussek’s hand rested possessively at her waist. “Oh, indeed. I’ve had the pleasure of Miss Matthews.” She scowled. “Of course, it was just a taste.”

Mussek’s brow furrowed. “I did not realize you two had been...that close.”

Kelly stiffened when Jacques grinned wolfishly. “You don’t mind if I steal your date for a dance, do you?”

“That would be up to Kelly.” Mussek gazed at her, but she continued to glower at Jacques.

Her smile full of ice, Kelly responded, “Of course. Jacques is an old friend; how can I deny him a dance?”

Jacques took her hand and moved into the ballroom, where others already whirled around the floor. He brought her flush against him, smirking when she let out a little sqeak. She narrowed her eyes; he knew she was wishing she could punch him again.

“I see you are friendly to everyone but me. When are you going to stop being angry, Kelly?”

“Oh, I don’t know. As a friend of mine told me, I can be very stubborn.”

He glanced at Mussek, who was watching their every move...and probably listening to their every word. Jacques didn’t like the fact that Kelly was with the other man. Ever since Dominique’s death nearly two centuries ago, Mussek had not been himself. His once-proud and firm morals dwindled, and he had become...unpredictable in his actions. Jacques wondered if Mussek had finally moved on, but he planned to keep an eye on his old friend while Mussek was in Paris, especially since the former mentor was interested in Kelly.

“I don’t like you being here with Mussek.”

“Tough!”

He reared back as if she’d slapped him.

~ * ~

It pleased Kelly that she surprised Jacques. “You’re not my boyfriend, Mr. Devereaux, and you’re certainly not my husband, so I can share an evening with whomever I wish.”

He twirled her outside into the cool evening air, releasing Kelly as the curtains fell closed behind them. She shivered for a moment, a thrill of excitement zinging up her spine as she walked to the balcony appreciating the magnificent and moonlit backyard. Alone with Jacques at last. Then he swung her against him with a swift move, her body going pliant against his

without her conscious decision.

“Won’t you let me make things up to you?”

Kelly felt her heart splinter, melt, and accelerate all in the same beat at the burning possession in his eyes, the determined set of his lips. His hands moved over her shoulders, slipping the thin straps of her outfit from her flesh. He lowered his head and kissed a trail of heat over one shoulder. Strong hands circled her waist and lifted her so that she sat on the balcony ledge, but she wasn’t afraid. Jacques’s strength surrounded her; she knew he would never let her fall.

He captured her lips with his. She couldn’t think to fight him anymore, couldn’t remain mad at him when his mouth and tongue were creating such delicious havoc. How could she fight the fire pooling in her belly that exploded through her body like liquid silver? One hand moved from her waist and slid up her side to fondle her breast, pushing the material of her dress aside ‘til he finally cupped the bared globe. His thumb played over her nipple, causing fissions of electricity to sizzle across her flesh.

Eyes closed, she arched against him, shoving her mound into that warm hand, while he continued to make her dizzy with kiss after kiss. Her belly quivered when his hand skimmed over her and came to her thigh, gliding up and beneath her skirt, touching, caressing. Then his fingers brushed her moist juncture.

Good God. Was that her moaning and mewling? She cried out as his fingers slipped inside her panties, and his digits moved over her, stroking, teasing. She clutched him, her eyelids snapping open to meet his fiery gaze.

She was about to say his name, to surrender to him completely, but the loud clearing of a throat cooled both their ardors. Mussek stood a little distance behind them.

Jacques brought Kelly’s skirt down, and put her top to rights. He helped her to stand up from the edge of the balcony as the other vampire spoke.

“I think it time we leave for the evening. You’re distressing Kelly.”

Jacques’s smiled smugly. “That’s not distress, and you know it, Mussek. You’re very aware it is her need for me.”

Kelly’s face burned hot with embarrassment. Her gaze passed from one man then the other wishing a hole would open up beneath her feet. Mussek glared at Jacques and extended his hand toward Kelly. She took it, her resolve back.

“Will you take me to my hotel?”

“Of course,” Mussek said, as if he comforted a child, and then he turned a steely gaze on Jacques. “Find your own date, Devereaux, and leave Kelly be.” He led her away, but then they ran into Vincinni, whom she knew was about to scold her for exiting the party early, but Mussek took care of the situation. While Vincinni fell under the man’s compulsion, Kelly glanced

back toward the balcony.

It didn’t feel good to leave Jacques this time. There were no feelings of him deserving her anger, just an ache in her heart. What was she doing? Shaking her head, she focused her attention on Mussek. After all, he was, by her request, her escort for the evening.

He wrapped his arm around her as they walked.

“I’m sorry. Jacques...he’s a...is...” She couldn’t find the words.

Mussek bristled. “He’s a fool! That’s what he is.”

Kelly smiled at that. “I will agree with you there. I thought we were more than friends at one point, but I was mistaken. Tonight I...”

His expression was full of understanding. “There is no need to explain. We have certain abilities, as you know. I am certain he brought you under his thrall. In fact, I was lucky to have arrived on the balcony when I did, or he might have seduced you completely.” His voice filled with contempt. “I’d never have thought Jacques would stoop so low.”

Kelly knew she hadn’t been enthralled; it had just been Jacques being Jacques. That’s all it would ever take for her to be his. She changed the subject as they left the party.

“Thank you for coming with me this evening. I enjoyed your company very much.” Despite their brief appearance at the party, Mussek had been a pleasant companion on the trip to and from it.

He walked her into the hotel lobby. “I will be at the theater tomorrow night to see you dance.”

“That’s very nice to know. It pleases me that people enjoy my performances.”

They stopped in front of the elevator. Nervous tension threaded through Kelly, uncertain what she should do. She didn’t want to invite him up, but she didn’t want to be rude, either.

Mussek seemed nice, and he was handsome with his dark eyes and rich auburn hair. His thick Russian accent was attractive as well. He lifted her hand to his lips; though she was disappointed she didn’t feel the same rush of excitement she did with Jacques.

His mouth lingered a moment, his eyes capturing hers. Then he stood and bowed deeply in a chivalrous gesture. “Until I see you grace the stage tomorrow evening. Good night.”

“Good night.” He moved across the lobby and out the door, the smile slipped from her face before she stepped into the elevator.

Thoughts of Jacques again permeated her mind as she traveled to her suite. She opened the door to her room and prepared for bed, groaning in frustration when images persisted of the interrupted scene on the balcony— his caresses and the intoxicating kisses that turned her mind to mush.

She heard a low chuckle in her head and knew it was Jacques reading her mind. She tossed the covers aside on her bed and flounced in. “Oh, shut up!” she groused, then shut the light off, pulled the covers up to her chin, and fought to go to sleep.