Lucille’s Valentine
by Lorelei Moone
(Vampires of London, #3)
Publication Date: February 13, 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal Romance, Vampires
Genres: Adult, Paranormal Romance, Vampires
The enemy of my enemy is my friend?
Lucille Amboise has been serving as Enforcer to the
Vampire Council for centuries; a role she’s always taken
extremely seriously. When an investigation causes her to
cross paths with a human tracker who is hunting the same
criminal, she decides to join forces, at least on the surface,
to increase her chances of bringing the rogue vampire to
justice. Two things she didn’t count on: the growing
connection between the human and her, and the ever
growing risk of losing either her life or her heart if he
finds out about her true nature.
Valentino Conti’s family has lived on the fringes of human
society for generations. He comes from a long line of
hunters, not of animals, but of so-called Nightwalkers.
His latest investigation takes him to London, where he’s
surprised to find a mysterious woman on the trail of the
same murderous monster he’s after. They begin to work
together, but he can’t contain his curiosity: who is his new
partner, and what secrets she does she hide?
All books, including this one, in the Vampires of London
series are standalone and can be read out of order.
Simply wonderful. I have read several books
by Lorelei Moone.
And I have not found one I have not enjoyed. She is truly an
amazing writer. The books are elegantly written and flow so well.
I get so
caught up in her books that I cannot put them down.
I usually end up reading straight
thought to the wee hours of the morning.
This is the first book I read in this
series but I so plan to read the
others in the series. This book is about
Valentino and Lucille. She
is a four hundred year old vampire and he is a
hunter. So she is
great and hiding who she is. He thinks she is just another hunter
and human. He thinks vampires all evil. But the one they are after
is an evil
vampire that is far stronger than any known of. It only
makes sense to them
that they team up to rid this world of the vile
creature. But as they work with
each other they began to have
feelings for each other. But Lucille knows this can never happen
and plans
to leave as soon as they complete their task. But when
they are both faced with
orders neither wants to follow they have
to figure out what to do. Do they
follow them? Or try to figure out
how to get out of them.
Now before I ruin this for you I will leave
off here. I hope
you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like
this
book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really like
it when you do; they value your opinions too.
Ever
since Lucille had hauled the criminal known as Marek before the Council, she
could not wait for the trial to begin. She had so many questions and very few
answers. Her curiosity was what made her such a driven investigator.
Marek
was a Soul Eater; that much was clear. But how had he become so powerful? How
old was he? How long had he been killing humans indiscriminately without
appearing on her radar?
Obviously,
he had only just started his reign of terror in London a few weeks ago, when a
human had been found on the brink of death by one of their own. The vampire
Michael had turned the unfortunate female, and Lucille had worked together with
the unlikely pair to track down Marek and his henchmen.
It
had been a triumphant victory for her, and earned her much praise from Julius,
Lucille's maker and leader of the Council.
Tonight
was finally going to be the night. The trial of Marek and his associates would
begin.
He
stood accused of reckless conduct that risked the exposure of the vampire race
to humanity as well as attempted murder of a fellow vampire. Julius had wanted
to add on more charges, but decided against it on Lucille's advice. They had
caught him on the gravest crime possible. The Council took the safety of their
kind extremely seriously. And randomly draining humans and leaving them for all
the world to find was the most callous display of overt vampirism the city had
seen in over a century. The only way the Council could have come down any
harder on Marek would have been if he’d videotaped himself drinking his
victim's blood and posted it on the Internet.
So
it wasn't the outcome of the trial that Lucille was interested in; the case was
clear and the punishment obvious; Marek would be sentenced to death, and
depending on whether they were complicit or only following orders, so would his
two associates. Lucille was more interested in any possible justifications
Marek would give during the process. Any information at all that would shine a
light on his motivations and history.
Lucille
would be lying to herself if she didn't admit that Marek's immense power had
intrigued and even impressed her a bit. He had been a formidable adversary.
Additionally,
there was something about the vehemence with which Julius sought to punish
Marek that had set off her investigative instincts. There was something more to
their relationship than the Council leader had led on.
"Are
you ready, my child?" Julius interrupted her thoughts.
"Yes,
of course." Lucille looked up and nodded at her maker.
The
most powerful vampire in the world, as Julius liked to refer to himself at
times. It was true in a political sense. His claim for the Council leadership
had gone unchallenged for centuries. Though Marek had shown powers that
outshone Julius manifold. Was that his reason for disliking the Soul Eater so
much?
He
returned her nod and beckoned her to come closer.
"It'll
all be over soon. Before long, Marek will no longer be able to threaten our way
of life."
Lucille
scrutinized the smug grin on Julius' face. He was definitely hiding something.
"Have
you come across him before?" she asked.
Julius
glanced at her, his face suddenly serious again. "We've known of the Soul
Eaters that live outside the Council's realm of influence for centuries. You
know this. Never before have they ventured into London, though."
None
who were this evolved, no. Though Lucille had dealt with plenty of killers
before.
That
hadn't answered her question, but Lucille decided not to pry. Due to their
history, Julius had a soft spot for her, but it would be unwise to exploit
their relationship just to get answers out of him. Perhaps she was just being
nosy. What business was it of hers whether or not Julius knew the Soul Eater
from another time?
"I
will call in the elders," Lucille said. "Once everyone is here we can
begin."
Julius
shot her a quick smile and rubbed his hands together. "Very good, my
child."
Lucille
left the main hall and rounded up the other six members of the Council.
Although she was already four centuries old, the elders, as the term suggested,
were all much more senior. At least a millennium old, each one of them.
Together, they represented the far corners of the world, both ancient and
modern. As the six venerable vampires entered the great hall, Lucille found
herself captivated by their movements. Some seemed to levitate rather than
walk, but each demonstrated a smoothness and elegance of movement that Lucille
herself could not replicate if she wanted to.
Vampires,
those that had the capacity to outlast the age they were born in, got better
and more impressive with age.
They
sat on the six chairs arranged in a semi-circle around Julius' throne. Three to
his left and three to his right. There were further chairs inside the main hall
facing the throne for any other vampires who wished to observe the trial. The
center of the hall had been kept free for the accused.
Lucille
signaled at Dominic and Cameron, the two guards stationed beside the large
entrance doors, to let the audience in.
Whispers
and footsteps echoed against the tall ceiling of the cathedral as about three
dozen vampires shuffled inside and found their seats. Then, Julius raised his
right hand and the crowd became silent.
"We
are gathered here for the trial of Marek the Soul Eater and his two progenies,
who shall remain unnamed," Julius spoke in a firm voice.
A
whisper traveled across the audience once again.
"So
it's true."
"A
Soul Eater!"
"I
can't believe it!"
Lucille
rolled her eyes. The sort of vampires who frequented Council trials were not
her usual choice of company. Then again, not many people were.
Julius
cleared his throat and silence prevailed once more. "Bring in the
prisoners!"
Lucille
watched as the double doors swung open and two more Council guards rolled in a
cage on wheels that gleamed under the chandelier in the center of the hall. The
Silver Vault, as it was known, was only used during trials of the most
notorious, dangerous criminals. Obviously, Marek posed a flight risk; his
powers were greater than those of anyone in this room. Perhaps he was even
stronger than Julius himself.
Marek's
two associates were led in wearing cuffs right behind the cage.
The
audience was deadly silent as the three accused were positioned in the empty
space between the council members and the rest of the crowd.
Julius
cleared his throat again and got up from his throne.
"Marek.
You know why you are here. You are to stand trial—"
Marek
shook his head. "Julius, please refer to me by my full title."
Lucille
frowned. Julius and Marek did seem awfully familiar, the way they spoke to one
another.
Julius'
eyes narrowed. "Very well. Marek, son of Lilith. You are on trial
for—"
Lilith.
Only the most ancient of vampires held the title son or daughter of Lilith.
Julius held this title himself. That meant Marek was an ancient? A contender
for a seat on the Council?
"The
rest also, if you don't mind. I've worked too hard these past millennia for my
achievements to go unnoticed."
Lucille
found that she was holding her breath. Marek had guts to interrupt Julius twice
in front of an entire room full of his subjects. Then again, he probably knew
as well as any of them that his life would soon be over, so he had nothing much
to lose.
"Son
of Lilith, Master of a Thousand Souls." Julius folded his arms and stared
darkly at Marek. How long would his patience last?
"Thank
you." Marek grinned, showing off a row of razor sharp white teeth.
During
the brief contact Lucille had had with Marek, he had not struck her as one of
those vampires who grew weary of immortality and longed for it all to end. Yet
here he was, taunting Julius and grinning like a madman on what could very well
be his last day walking this earth. It wasn't just unusual, it was unnerving.
Julius
ignored Marek's remark and started listing his offenses, during which Marek
seemed to grow even more cheerful. He was obviously proud of everything he’d
done.
Lucille
found herself tuning out Julius' monotone voice. It was all stuff she’d heard
before. Killing humans, leaving their bodies, risking their exposure, blah,
blah.
Instead
of listening to him rehashing the same old accusations, she took the time to
really observe Marek. His strange appearance had fascinated her from the moment
she’d first laid eyes on him.
Vampires
didn't age normally, but in the case of Marek, he seemed marked by every
century he’d lived through. The casual observer might mistake his transparent
skin, his slender body, and papery voice for signs of frailty. Lucille knew
otherwise. It had taken a dozen guards to subdue Marek and restrain him for
transport back to the Council prison.
The
two younger Soul Eaters who stood toward his left now looked much more
powerful, but actually did not even possess half of Marek's strength. Lucille
found it difficult to control her curiosity. She knew of vampires who’d killed
humans; she had locked up many of them over the years. But these three were
different. They didn't just kill, they had figured out a way of absorbing a
victim's essence—their strength and life-force. Not just their blood.
Was
it magic?
She
could not make sense of it on her own, and seeing as Julius seemed in no mood
to share whatever information or previous knowledge of Marek he had… She would
talk to Alexander about it as soon as the trial was over. Perhaps her brother
and his vast library of old books could shed some light.
Lucille
rested her gaze on the younger Soul Eater who stood nearest to the Silver
Vault. He seemed unafraid, like his maker, smiling subtly and staring at
nothing in particular, until suddenly he looked up right into Lucille's eyes.
A
shiver travelled down her spine, but she did not let it show.
If
you want to live, you'll stand down.
So
he was a telepath, and a rather talented one too, if he could communicate with
her halfway across the large hall.
Lucille
did not take kindly to threats. Her hand instinctively reached for the dagger
she kept in a sheath attached to her belt. She snapped open the clasp that held
the blade in place and tightened her fingers around the grip.
She
looked back at Marek, who had started to laugh. A quick glance at Julius
revealed that he was starting to lose his cool. He spoke faster now, lecturing
the three accused on the codes of conduct the Council lived by and promoted.
His eyes were wild, his expression even tenser than before.
Lucille
looked back at Marek, who had now reached for the bars on his cage, tightening
his long, bony fingers around them. The scent of burning flesh filled the air
as his skin reacted to the metal. An ordinary vampire would not be able to bear
it, but Marek showed no sign of being in pain. Instead of letting go, he held
on tighter, tugging at it until the bars started to give way.
Lucille
jumped forward, her dagger drawn, and was instantly joined by the guards who
had been positioned at the doors. The crowd gasped in horror as Marek's form
became blurred, his body twisting and whirling around so fast that even
Lucille's perfect vision could no longer focus on him. His laughter echoed
through the Council chamber, growing louder and louder until it became
deafening.
She
reached the cage, but Marek was no longer inside. Instead, he seemed to be
levitating far above the ground, still turning at lightning speed, like a whirlwind.
Now what? She didn't have his talents or his powers; she could do nothing but
watch.
Lucille
turned and saw that Julius was frozen in place in front of his throne, his fist
raised in the air in protest, lips opening and closing, without any sound coming
out.
She
had never seen him stumped like this.
At
that moment, the stained glass of the large rosette shaped window above Julius'
throne shattered as Marek's floating form surged against it and broke through.
He was gone within the blink of an eye.
"Go
after him," Julius hissed, before repeating himself much louder and
forcefully. "Go after him at once!"
Lucille
turned and found that Julius had moved from his throne. He now stood just a few
feet away from her near the Silver Vault, with Marek's two followers slumped in
pools of blood at his feet. After the initial shock of Marek's grand display,
Julius had recovered and taken swift action and punished them with death. Their
still twitching hearts lay on the ground beside their lifeless bodies.
"Yes,
master," Lucille mumbled. It had been extremely difficult capturing Marek
the first time around. This time, she would need a miracle.
Ever
since Lucille had hauled the criminal known as Marek before the Council, she
could not wait for the trial to begin. She had so many questions and very few
answers. Her curiosity was what made her such a driven investigator.
Marek
was a Soul Eater; that much was clear. But how had he become so powerful? How
old was he? How long had he been killing humans indiscriminately without
appearing on her radar?
Obviously,
he had only just started his reign of terror in London a few weeks ago, when a
human had been found on the brink of death by one of their own. The vampire
Michael had turned the unfortunate female, and Lucille had worked together with
the unlikely pair to track down Marek and his henchmen.
It
had been a triumphant victory for her, and earned her much praise from Julius,
Lucille's maker and leader of the Council.
Tonight
was finally going to be the night. The trial of Marek and his associates would
begin.
He
stood accused of reckless conduct that risked the exposure of the vampire race
to humanity as well as attempted murder of a fellow vampire. Julius had wanted
to add on more charges, but decided against it on Lucille's advice. They had
caught him on the gravest crime possible. The Council took the safety of their
kind extremely seriously. And randomly draining humans and leaving them for all
the world to find was the most callous display of overt vampirism the city had
seen in over a century. The only way the Council could have come down any
harder on Marek would have been if he’d videotaped himself drinking his
victim's blood and posted it on the Internet.
So
it wasn't the outcome of the trial that Lucille was interested in; the case was
clear and the punishment obvious; Marek would be sentenced to death, and
depending on whether they were complicit or only following orders, so would his
two associates. Lucille was more interested in any possible justifications
Marek would give during the process. Any information at all that would shine a
light on his motivations and history.
Lucille
would be lying to herself if she didn't admit that Marek's immense power had
intrigued and even impressed her a bit. He had been a formidable adversary.
Additionally,
there was something about the vehemence with which Julius sought to punish
Marek that had set off her investigative instincts. There was something more to
their relationship than the Council leader had led on.
"Are
you ready, my child?" Julius interrupted her thoughts.
"Yes,
of course." Lucille looked up and nodded at her maker.
The
most powerful vampire in the world, as Julius liked to refer to himself at
times. It was true in a political sense. His claim for the Council leadership
had gone unchallenged for centuries. Though Marek had shown powers that
outshone Julius manifold. Was that his reason for disliking the Soul Eater so
much?
He
returned her nod and beckoned her to come closer.
"It'll
all be over soon. Before long, Marek will no longer be able to threaten our way
of life."
Lucille
scrutinized the smug grin on Julius' face. He was definitely hiding something.
"Have
you come across him before?" she asked.
Julius
glanced at her, his face suddenly serious again. "We've known of the Soul
Eaters that live outside the Council's realm of influence for centuries. You
know this. Never before have they ventured into London, though."
None
who were this evolved, no. Though Lucille had dealt with plenty of killers
before.
That
hadn't answered her question, but Lucille decided not to pry. Due to their
history, Julius had a soft spot for her, but it would be unwise to exploit
their relationship just to get answers out of him. Perhaps she was just being
nosy. What business was it of hers whether or not Julius knew the Soul Eater
from another time?
"I
will call in the elders," Lucille said. "Once everyone is here we can
begin."
Julius
shot her a quick smile and rubbed his hands together. "Very good, my
child."
Lucille
left the main hall and rounded up the other six members of the Council.
Although she was already four centuries old, the elders, as the term suggested,
were all much more senior. At least a millennium old, each one of them.
Together, they represented the far corners of the world, both ancient and
modern. As the six venerable vampires entered the great hall, Lucille found
herself captivated by their movements. Some seemed to levitate rather than
walk, but each demonstrated a smoothness and elegance of movement that Lucille
herself could not replicate if she wanted to.
Vampires,
those that had the capacity to outlast the age they were born in, got better
and more impressive with age.
They
sat on the six chairs arranged in a semi-circle around Julius' throne. Three to
his left and three to his right. There were further chairs inside the main hall
facing the throne for any other vampires who wished to observe the trial. The
center of the hall had been kept free for the accused.
Lucille
signaled at Dominic and Cameron, the two guards stationed beside the large
entrance doors, to let the audience in.
Whispers
and footsteps echoed against the tall ceiling of the cathedral as about three
dozen vampires shuffled inside and found their seats. Then, Julius raised his
right hand and the crowd became silent.
"We
are gathered here for the trial of Marek the Soul Eater and his two progenies,
who shall remain unnamed," Julius spoke in a firm voice.
A
whisper traveled across the audience once again.
"So
it's true."
"A
Soul Eater!"
"I
can't believe it!"
Lucille
rolled her eyes. The sort of vampires who frequented Council trials were not
her usual choice of company. Then again, not many people were.
Julius
cleared his throat and silence prevailed once more. "Bring in the
prisoners!"
Lucille
watched as the double doors swung open and two more Council guards rolled in a
cage on wheels that gleamed under the chandelier in the center of the hall. The
Silver Vault, as it was known, was only used during trials of the most
notorious, dangerous criminals. Obviously, Marek posed a flight risk; his
powers were greater than those of anyone in this room. Perhaps he was even
stronger than Julius himself.
Marek's
two associates were led in wearing cuffs right behind the cage.
The
audience was deadly silent as the three accused were positioned in the empty
space between the council members and the rest of the crowd.
Julius
cleared his throat again and got up from his throne.
"Marek.
You know why you are here. You are to stand trial—"
Marek
shook his head. "Julius, please refer to me by my full title."
Lucille
frowned. Julius and Marek did seem awfully familiar, the way they spoke to one
another.
Julius'
eyes narrowed. "Very well. Marek, son of Lilith. You are on trial
for—"
Lilith.
Only the most ancient of vampires held the title son or daughter of Lilith.
Julius held this title himself. That meant Marek was an ancient? A contender
for a seat on the Council?
"The
rest also, if you don't mind. I've worked too hard these past millennia for my
achievements to go unnoticed."
Lucille
found that she was holding her breath. Marek had guts to interrupt Julius twice
in front of an entire room full of his subjects. Then again, he probably knew
as well as any of them that his life would soon be over, so he had nothing much
to lose.
"Son
of Lilith, Master of a Thousand Souls." Julius folded his arms and stared
darkly at Marek. How long would his patience last?
"Thank
you." Marek grinned, showing off a row of razor sharp white teeth.
During
the brief contact Lucille had had with Marek, he had not struck her as one of
those vampires who grew weary of immortality and longed for it all to end. Yet
here he was, taunting Julius and grinning like a madman on what could very well
be his last day walking this earth. It wasn't just unusual, it was unnerving.
Julius
ignored Marek's remark and started listing his offenses, during which Marek
seemed to grow even more cheerful. He was obviously proud of everything he’d
done.
Lucille
found herself tuning out Julius' monotone voice. It was all stuff she’d heard
before. Killing humans, leaving their bodies, risking their exposure, blah,
blah.
Instead
of listening to him rehashing the same old accusations, she took the time to
really observe Marek. His strange appearance had fascinated her from the moment
she’d first laid eyes on him.
Vampires
didn't age normally, but in the case of Marek, he seemed marked by every
century he’d lived through. The casual observer might mistake his transparent
skin, his slender body, and papery voice for signs of frailty. Lucille knew
otherwise. It had taken a dozen guards to subdue Marek and restrain him for
transport back to the Council prison.
The
two younger Soul Eaters who stood toward his left now looked much more
powerful, but actually did not even possess half of Marek's strength. Lucille
found it difficult to control her curiosity. She knew of vampires who’d killed
humans; she had locked up many of them over the years. But these three were
different. They didn't just kill, they had figured out a way of absorbing a
victim's essence—their strength and life-force. Not just their blood.
Was
it magic?
She
could not make sense of it on her own, and seeing as Julius seemed in no mood
to share whatever information or previous knowledge of Marek he had… She would
talk to Alexander about it as soon as the trial was over. Perhaps her brother
and his vast library of old books could shed some light.
Lucille
rested her gaze on the younger Soul Eater who stood nearest to the Silver
Vault. He seemed unafraid, like his maker, smiling subtly and staring at
nothing in particular, until suddenly he looked up right into Lucille's eyes.
A
shiver travelled down her spine, but she did not let it show.
If
you want to live, you'll stand down.
So
he was a telepath, and a rather talented one too, if he could communicate with
her halfway across the large hall.
Lucille
did not take kindly to threats. Her hand instinctively reached for the dagger
she kept in a sheath attached to her belt. She snapped open the clasp that held
the blade in place and tightened her fingers around the grip.
She
looked back at Marek, who had started to laugh. A quick glance at Julius
revealed that he was starting to lose his cool. He spoke faster now, lecturing
the three accused on the codes of conduct the Council lived by and promoted.
His eyes were wild, his expression even tenser than before.
Lucille
looked back at Marek, who had now reached for the bars on his cage, tightening
his long, bony fingers around them. The scent of burning flesh filled the air
as his skin reacted to the metal. An ordinary vampire would not be able to bear
it, but Marek showed no sign of being in pain. Instead of letting go, he held
on tighter, tugging at it until the bars started to give way.
Lucille
jumped forward, her dagger drawn, and was instantly joined by the guards who
had been positioned at the doors. The crowd gasped in horror as Marek's form
became blurred, his body twisting and whirling around so fast that even
Lucille's perfect vision could no longer focus on him. His laughter echoed
through the Council chamber, growing louder and louder until it became
deafening.
She
reached the cage, but Marek was no longer inside. Instead, he seemed to be
levitating far above the ground, still turning at lightning speed, like a whirlwind.
Now what? She didn't have his talents or his powers; she could do nothing but
watch.
Lucille
turned and saw that Julius was frozen in place in front of his throne, his fist
raised in the air in protest, lips opening and closing, without any sound coming
out.
She
had never seen him stumped like this.
At
that moment, the stained glass of the large rosette shaped window above Julius'
throne shattered as Marek's floating form surged against it and broke through.
He was gone within the blink of an eye.
"Go
after him," Julius hissed, before repeating himself much louder and
forcefully. "Go after him at once!"
Lucille
turned and found that Julius had moved from his throne. He now stood just a few
feet away from her near the Silver Vault, with Marek's two followers slumped in
pools of blood at his feet. After the initial shock of Marek's grand display,
Julius had recovered and taken swift action and punished them with death. Their
still twitching hearts lay on the ground beside their lifeless bodies.
"Yes,
master," Lucille mumbled. It had been extremely difficult capturing Marek
the first time around. This time, she would need a miracle.
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new immortal existence, it’s good to have friends - and
perhaps a lover - by your side.
spend eternity, but playboy Michael Odell isn’t one of them.
He knows exactly what he wants: fine wines and beautiful
women fuel his passion and he’s made it his mission to
sample as many of either as he can. Fate has other ideas.
One night, on his way home, Michael discovers a woman
lying face-down in an alley, who is losing the fight to live.
There’s only one way of saving her: The Ritual. Little does
Michael know that this little act of mercy is going to change
his life forever and before long he finds himself falling for
the curvy stranger.
Anna doesn’t remember how she ended up discarded at
death’s door in a dark alley, only that she woke up there.
She doesn’t even know her last name. After coming
face-to-face with her gorgeous rescuer, she passes out
again and finds herself in a lavish mansion with a new
lease on eternal life.
Who - or more importantly, what - is she now? And the
people who tried to kill her - why were they after her? Anna
is determined to figure it all out for herself. But before her
questions are answered, she has to learn that even in this
new immortal existence, it’s good to have friends - and
perhaps a lover - by your side.
Lucille's Valentine (Vampires of London, #3)
·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Lorelei Moone ·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·
Lorelei Moone is an up-and-coming author of paranormal
romance based in London. A lover of all things sweet, and
caffeinated, when she’s not writing about sexy bear shifters
and their strong-willed curvaceous love interests, Lorelei can
be found baking cookies or cakes for her family.
romance based in London. A lover of all things sweet, and
caffeinated, when she’s not writing about sexy bear shifters
and their strong-willed curvaceous love interests, Lorelei can
be found baking cookies or cakes for her family.
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