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Harker's Journey
Book 1: Dalakis Passion
by N.J. Walters
 
Johanna Harker’s life changed drastically on her eighteenth birthday—she received a copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula, discovered her fascination with vampires, and experienced her first of many hot, erotic dreams, featuring a tall, dark and mysterious man.
For the next thirteen years, on the full moon, Johanna’s dream lover appeared. Sometimes his lovemaking was playful and tender, and on others he proved passionate and raw.
When no flesh and blood man can compete with her dream lover, Johanna puts all her energy into her job as an investment consultant and studying vampires. Her life is very quiet until she is sent to the fabled Carpathian mountains of Transylvania to meet her company’s largest client, the mysterious and demanding Cristofor Dalakis. And once again Johanna’s life takes a strange twist.
Cristofor, the enigmatic and formidable patriarch of the Dalakis family, believes that the men of his family are fated to love only once in their lifetime, and Cristofor has determined that the alluring Johanna is the one true mate for him. Ruthless and powerful, he plans to use his every skill to seduce and possess her.
But Cristofor is harboring a dark family secret that will challenge all that Johanna has known and believed.
 
“...dark, dangerous, and truly tempting...For gothic and vampire fans, HARKER'S JOURNEY is definitely a keeper.”
5 Blue Ribbon Rating—MB, Romance Junkies
“All I can say is WOW! N.J. Walters has done it again. Harker's Journey is filled with powerful emotion and exquisitely hot sex. I was totally engrossed from the first page to the last...Harker's Journey is fantastic! N.J. Walters keeps getting better and better. I for one can't wait to read the next installment of the series.”
5 Hearts—Stacey, The Romance Studio
“Harker's Journey is a wonderful beginning to a great series...a wonderful, erotic read that leaves the reader breathless with desire...For those who want a quick vampire book to warm them on a winter's night, Harker's Journey is the one to read!”
Dawn, Love Romances
“This book bites!...if you are a fan of the Vampire genre, you must have this one, and if you aren't a fan yet, I promise you will be after finishing 'Harker's Journey'”
4.5 rating—Frauke, Mon-Boudoir
“N.J. Walters has penned a spectacularly sexy and emotional story that any lover of the vampire genre will absolutely love! What’s not to love about blistering hot sex, fabulous characters, and a descriptive plot line that draws you right into the story...”
4 1/2 Stars—Christine, eCataRomance
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Excerpt from Harker's Journey
©2005 N.J. Walters
Her friends had thought her weird, but Johanna had always been fascinated with vampires. It had begun the day before her eighteenth birthday when a friend had given her the classic novel by Bram Stoker for a present, making fun of the fact she had the same last name as one of the characters.
“Maybe you’re a bloodsucking vampire,” her friend had teased. “I mean, didn’t one of the main characters have the last name Harker like you? Maybe you’re a relative?” Johanna had devoured the book from start to finish, captivated by the powerful, alluring figure of Dracula.
Then the dreams had begun. Not the nightmares that her mother had predicted, but long, hot encounters with a man who, at the end of the dream, always turned out to be a vampire. She’d been having the dreams every night of the full moon for almost twelve years now. The night of her eighteenth birthday had been the beginning and she remembered that dream as vividly as the night it occurred…
Tucked upstairs in the far corner of her parent’s home in an older suburb of Chicago, her childhood bedroom was shrouded in darkness, lit only by the glow of the full moon that poured through the open window. The sheer white curtains fluttered in the breeze as she rolled over in bed and gazed out at the night. One moment she was alone, and the next, he was there, standing in the shadows at the end of the bed. She was not afraid of his presence, but rather, she had been waiting for him.
He advanced towards her, his movements fluid and graceful. She gasped as a beam of moonlight illuminated his features. Striking and dangerous were the two words that popped into her head. Dressed entirely in black, his great height and massive shoulders almost immediately blocked out most of the light. As if sensing her need to see him better, he turned slightly so she could make out his features.
Long dark hair was swept back from his face, falling in a curtain of silk around his shoulders. His forehead was prominent, and his cheekbones were high. Quirked in a half smile, his lips were thin, yet surprisingly sensual. For a moment, his eyes seemed to glow an eerie red before fading to dark once again. As much as she strained, she could not make out their color.
“Green.” His deep, slightly accented voice answered her unasked question.
She felt his voice, for it seemed to vibrate deep inside her, causing her to yearn for something. What that craving was, she wasn’t sure, but she longed to hear him speak again.
“Sit, please.” Scooting over to the center of the bed, she patted the white duvet next to her.
A satisfied smile crossed his face as he sank to the mattress. He said nothing and sat as still as a stone. Predator. The word flashed in her head and a deep fear rose within her as her heart began to pound in her chest.
His dark laughter filled the air, and one of his large hands covered her fluttering heart. The heat from his palm seared her chest. She wanted to move, but she was paralyzed by fear. His green-eyed gaze captured hers and she could not tear away from their terrible beauty. For a moment she thought she was dead, and lamented the fact that there were so many things left in life that she wanted to do.
As the thought flashed through her mind, his face took on such a look of pain and sorrow that she would have done anything he’d asked of her if it would alleviate his torment. She’d never seen such a look of anguish, and for a brief moment she experienced the deep suffering of his very soul.
“You are the one.” His voice was laced with surprise and what sounded like hope. He sat back and pulled his hand away, holding it fisted in his lap. Johanna felt the loss keenly. It was almost as if he had taken her heart with him.
“The one what?” she whispered.
“You are my heart and my soul. The beautiful spirit that I have sought through the dark days of my existence. I will protect you with my entire being for as long as you shall live and beyond, if you someday choose to join me.” Spoken like a vow, the words brought tears to her eyes. The deep emotion in his voice left her shaken and unsure.
Slowly, as if not to frighten her, he trailed a finger down her cheek, tenderly wiping away a tear. “I did not mean to frighten you, little one. You will forgive me, yes?”
She loved the way he spoke, sounding both old-fashioned and foreign. It gave him an air of charm and sophistication. Johanna raised one of her hands to her face and trapped his hand with hers. Guiding it to her lips, she kissed the palm of his hand. “Yes, I will forgive you.”
He hissed when her mouth made contact, but did not pull away. “You are playing with fire, my love. But who am I to discourage you?” Pulling his hand away from hers, he placed both his palms on the pillow on either side of her face. Slowly, he lowered himself over her until his lips were almost touching hers. “One last chance.”
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Lucian's Delight
Book 2: Dalakis Passion
by N.J. Walters
At twenty-eight, Delight Deveraux enjoys her family, her work and her independence. All that changes when she works late one night. Delight is horrified when she witnesses her boss being murdered. Suddenly, she is running for her life, pursued by the same men who now wish to silence her. She is saved by a mysterious stranger she has met only once before in her dreams.
Dalakis men love only once in their life, so for hundreds of years, Lucian Dalakis has searched for his mate. He is shocked when she turns up unexpectedly in his dreams. Now that he knows she exists, he will stop at nothing to find her and bind her to him.
The explosive sexual chemistry between them sends her reeling. Not only does she have to deal with the fact that she is still being pursued by criminals, but the man she is falling in love with is a vampire!
She struggles with her growing attraction to Lucian, even as she tries to protect him from the scrutiny of the police detectives investigating the murder. But the threat to her still exists and when her brother is kidnapped, Lucian takes matters into his own hands.
"...a touching and suspenseful, erotic paranormal...N.J. Walters has done a tremendous job creating a story worth reading over and over again and has made a true fan out of me."
5 Angels and a RECOMMENDED READ—Jessica, Fallen Angel Reviews
"Lucian's Delight is most definitely a keeper!"
4 Stars—Susan White, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"N.J. Walters has delivered another winner!"
—Lee, Joyfully Reviewed.Com
"The storyline is pure gold...a unique series in itself and the way Ms. Walters creates and crafts her stories are pure gems!!! She literally is a masterful storyteller..."
4.5 Hearts—Dawn, Love Romances
"...a superior vampire romance with lots of fast action, great characters and hot sex..."
4 Cups—Wateena, Coffee Time Romance
"An edge of your seat romantic thriller, Lucian's Delight is a slightly more erotic version of Christine Feehan's Carpathian series....If you like the Carpathians, you'll love the Dalakis vampires."
—Phillipa Ann, Romance Reviews Today
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Excerpt from Dalakis Passion: Lucian's Delight
©2005 N.J. Walters
The darkness parted like a curtain and he was suddenly there in front of her.
His eyes blazed like fire and pure menace radiated from every pore of his body. She glanced away, shaken by the intensity in his gaze.
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the still body of one of her attackers. His sightless eyes were wide open, staring up at the night sky. Blood flowed from a wide slash in his neck and soaked into the ground around his head.
“Don’t look at them.” His softly spoken command made her flinch. This man was lethal in a way her assailants could never be. He was power. He was judgment and death.
Yet, his hands were gentle as he turned her onto her back. She could feel him touching her, soothing her aching flesh. It took her a moment to realize that he was dressing her, covering her naked body with her clothes. The reality of her ordeal began to sink in and she began to shake. The dark stranger sat down on the ground next to her and lifted her into his lap as easily as one would a child.
Biting her lip, she tried to hold back the tears that threatened. But then he stroked her bruised cheek with his fingers. Ever so softly, his lips grazed her wound. She was lost.
Huge sobs welled up inside her and spilled out of her mouth, their tortured sounds too loud in the quiet of the cemetery. Her entire body shook as she released her fear and pain.
Strong arms wrapped around her as he pulled her tighter into his embrace. Heat radiated from his massive body and she snuggled close to him, needing his warmth and comfort. He said nothing, but his chest rumbled as he made low comforting sounds.
Safe.
He made her feel safe in a world gone mad. She owed him her life. She had called and he had come. Time had no meaning as she poured out her tears. When she was finally spent, she sniffed and scrubbed her hands over her face before finally raising it to look at her savior.
The moon came from behind the clouds, illuminating his face. Long black hair fell over his shoulders in a silky curtain, framing a face that was harsh, yet beautiful in its own way. His cheekbones were chiseled, his forehead high, and his lips thin. But it was his eyes that captured her. A brilliant emerald green, they were hard and cold as he looked out over the night, but the moment he sensed her gaze on him, they changed. Heat radiated from their depths as he raised his fingers to her face and carefully brushed away the remains of her tears.
Something about this man called to her on a very deep physical and emotional level. Delight knew that she was still shaken after her ordeal and that the last thing she should want was a man’s hands on her body. But her body wasn’t listening to her. It was totally illogical, but this stranger made her feel protected, cherished, and wanted.
Slowly, he lowered his head. His lips were gentle as they covered hers. He tasted and nibbled every inch of her lips as if he had all the time in the world.
It was she who needed more. It was crazy, but she wanted him. His touch and caress would wipe out the stain of the men who had hurt her and make her feel whole again.
Her lips parted on a sigh as she raised her head towards him, offering him more. Delight could feel his smile against her mouth just before his tongue slipped inside. Sighing, she opened her mouth to him.
His tongue tasted her, mapping out every contour and finding every crevice. Delight lay in his arms, surrendering to the bliss. Cradling the back of her head with his hand, he held her securely as he kissed her. She leaned easily into his strength, trusting him to support her.
The muscles of his chest rippled under his shirt as she skimmed her hand over his torso. Continuing upward, she slid her hand behind his neck and urged him closer. When her tongue stroked his, he moaned deep in his chest, and she shivered as the sound vibrated throughout her entire body. Their tongues tangled slowly, a dance of seduction meant to entice and not to frighten.
Delight could feel his erection growing as it pushed against her leg. She should have been afraid, even disgusted after what had just happened to her. Instead, she felt an answering arousal well up deep within her. Her panties dampened as her body softened in preparation for receiving him. The inner muscles of her sex clenched as if begging for his cock. Her breasts swelled and her nipples tightened to aching points. Never had she been aroused so quickly or thoroughly in her life.
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Stefan's Salvation
Book 3: Dalakis Passion
by N.J. Walters
Stefan Dalakis has been wandering the countryside for months. Since both his brothers have found their mates, loneliness is his constant companion. He’s been searching for five centuries but has been unable to find the one woman who he can love. When his travels lead him to a small roadside bar in North Carolina, he overhears a conversation that will change his life forever.
Laurel Rose McCaffey always knew she was different. Some say she has the Sight. Others say she’s a witch. Most are afraid of her, but they’ve left her alone. That’s always been fine by her. But now strange things are happening, and the peaceful life she’s built for herself is being threatened. Her chickens have been killed and some of her belongings have been stolen. Developers want her land and a lot of the townsfolk are pressuring her to sell.
A dark stranger enters her world, a man who both fascinates and frightens her. As her life spirals out of control and the threats escalate into outright violence, Laurel Rose turns to the one man she’s come to trust—a vampire!
"This reader absolutely love[s] this series and could in no way pick a favorite among the Dalakis men...N.J. Walters continues to be one of my favorite authors."
5 Angels—Jessica, Fallen Angel Reviews
"...a tale that holds the reader captive until the very end..., NJ Walters is on the fast track to success with her terrific plots and fascinating characters."
4 Blue Ribbons—Angel, Romance Junkies
"Unable to put Stefan's Salvation down, I sat and read it in one sitting! Full of love, passion and with a bit of intrigue and danger, it was just the perfect read...."
—Talia Ricci, Joyfully Reviewed
"...a wonderful story that will capture the imagination of the reader and transport them to the wonderful imagination of this premier author...run to grab this entire series..."
4 Hearts—Dawn, Love Romances
"...the most passionate of the Dalakis brothers... Humor, action and thrilling sex - what more could you ask for?"
—Phillipa Ann, Romance Reviews Today
"It is the perfect scenario for love, lust and strength to grow and N.J. Walters is one of the best at it."
4 1/2 Roses—Cynthia, A Romance Review
"...a tale that focuses on the triumph of love over any and all forces. Readers will definitely enjoy the spicy sensuality of the story, coupled with the truly special relationship these two develop."
4 Hearts—Sarah W, The Romance Studio
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Excerpt from Stefan's Salvation
©2006 N.J. Walters
The beast inside him rumbled to life. Every heartbeat in the room pounded in his ears. He could hear the swoosh of their blood pumping through their veins. The sensation was hypnotic. He licked his lips, almost tasting the tang in his mouth.
He was hungry and they were sustenance.
Closing his eyes, he willed the beast back into submission. It wasn’t easy. He could feel the sweat trickling down the back of his neck. As the nights seemed to grow longer, it had gotten harder and harder to even have the will to fight his very nature. It would be so easy to take what he wanted with no consequences.
Taking slow, steady breaths, he ignored his throbbing erection and centered himself until he was back in total control. He opened his eyes and carefully scanned the room again. Nothing had changed. No one here knew the battle that had just been fought and won. No one knew that their lives had just been spared.
The beer was cool and the bottle sweaty in his hand as he took a long pull. He welcomed the bitterness of the brew as it slid down his throat to his belly. It did nothing to still the hunger within him.
He knew he had to feed. His brothers usually drank blood that they purchased from various blood banks through dummy companies. He didn’t mind living that way, but on the road there was no other way for him to survive except to eat straight from the source. Stefan was always very careful not to take too much and to implant a pleasant memory in the mind of the donor. They were no worse off when he left them, so it didn’t trouble his conscience any.
He raised the bottle and took another swig. That was, if he even still had a conscience. Some days he wasn’t sure.
His brothers would be appalled at how close he was to the edge and it was that fact that constantly pulled him back from the point of no return. He walked a fine line between survival and insanity. His nights grew darker and bleaker as each one came and went.
He knew he could return to New Orleans. His brother, Lucian, and his new wife, Delight, would happily include him in their lives. Or, for that matter, he could fly to his homeland of Transylvania and spend time with his eldest brother, Cristofor, and his wife, Johanna. He was truly happy his brothers had found the women who completed their lives and made them whole.
But it was for that very reason that he stayed away.
Watching the two couples and their obvious happiness had almost driven him out into the killing sunlight. Almost. Stefan Dalakis was no coward and no quitter. But more than that, he would not do anything to hurt his brothers, who he loved more than his own life.
As the youngest of the three, Stefan had grown up being watched over by both Cris and Lucian. Even now, they still tried. But those days were long over. He was more than capable of taking care of himself.
His brothers, although both extremely dangerous and powerful men, had grown lax. He, on the other hand, had survived by pushing himself to his limits both physically and mentally, constantly testing his powers and learning more.
He’d wandered the world over the past few centuries and, for the most part, he’d enjoyed himself. He didn’t know what had made him stop at this particular roadside bar. Maybe loneliness. He’d been on the road for several months now, traveling the countryside in his specially customized truck. After Lucian and Delight had married, he’d just had to get away.
He knew what had led him to North Carolina though. He felt a small, but genuine smile cross his face. How could any vampire resist visiting a place called Transylvania County? The tall mountains and trees of the state reminded him of home and he had enjoyed several days there before moving on. But he hadn’t gone far. Just down the road really, a few counties north. For some unknown reason, he’d felt compelled to stop here.
So here he was, sitting in the corner of a dingy bar not really knowing how he’d gotten there. Maybe some hot, raw sex with the two blondes would lighten his mood. Maybe pounding his cock into their wet warmth would help him feel connected to another human being, if only for a brief moment. A quick glance assured him that the two women were still interested. One of them caught his attention when she opened her mouth over the long neck of her beer bottle, letting her lips slide up and down over it’s slender neck. His cock jerked. Oh yeah, he could use some of that tonight.
Taking another mouthful of beer, he casually listened in on the conversations going on around him as he pondered if he should try and find a motel close by to rent a room for the night. Most of the chatter he tuned out immediately, not really interested in whose wife was cheating on whom or why someone thought their boss was a shithead.
“…gonna be a problem.”
Stefan’s head shot up as he focused intently on the speaker. His heart was pounding in his chest and he had no idea why. With all his attention centered on the two men talking in low whispers on the other side of the room, he listened.
“She just needs a little more encouragement, is all.” The larger of the two men had long, shaggy brown hair and a bushy beard. He punctuated his words with a nod and a mouthful of beer.
“You think?” The smaller, skinnier one glanced around as he spoke. His leg bobbed in a nervous rhythm.
“Sure,” the big man nodded again. “Laurel Rose is a woman living on her own up in the hills. How hard can it be to scare her into moving?”
“I don’t know, Aaron.” He pushed his thinning, dirty-blond hair back from his face and swiped a hand across his chin as if thinking about what his friend had just said. “She don’t seem to be the type to scare easy.”
White teeth flashed through the bush of facial hair as Aaron smiled. “Don’t you worry, Clem. She’ll be ready to sign them papers and move by the end of the week.”
Clem nodded, obviously more than willing to believe every word the other man said.
Stefan sat frozen in his chair. He had no idea who this woman was and, furthermore, it was none of his business. But some primal instinct had kicked in at the mere mention of her name. Laurel Rose. He rolled it over in his mind, examining it from every angle. He whispered it under his breath. It was a good name, a solid name, and just saying it brought him more peace than anything else had in years.
His eyes narrowed at the two men as the hunter in him surged to life. He needed more information. But first he needed to appease his hunger in order to be at his peak strength. Leaving the bottle still half full on the table, he rose and strode out of the bar without looking back.
Once again, he felt all eyes on him as he blew back out into the night as swiftly and silently as he’d entered. Only this time, he sent out a mental command as he left. He walked around the side of the building and into the darkness. Leaning against the outside wall, he crossed his arms and waited for his company to arrive.
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Eternal Brothers
Book 4: Dalakis Passion
by N.J. Walters
The Dalakis brothers are rich, powerful men, but they have secrets—the kind that men kill to protect. Ex-cop Zane York has watched them for several years and has returned to New Orleans to resume his investigation. He has to know if his suspicions are true—are the Dalakis brothers murderous vampires?
Reporter Sophia Daring has had many tough assignments in her life, but nothing has prepared her for the late night phone call, which leads her to the cemetery and to the body of a dead woman. The murderer has drained all the blood from his victim’s body and all clues point straight to the Dalakis family.
The attraction between Zane and Sophia is instantaneous and explosive. But Zane has secrets of his own and questions that need answering. Are the Dalakis family the villains or are they being framed for murder? As Zane and Sophia investigate the grisly string of deaths, they discover that the murderer may not be the family’s only enemy…and a secret from the past may bring the deadliest threat yet.
"...a riveting story filled with passion, intrigue, danger and hot sex!...The rich descriptions, intense emotions and explosive sexual chemistry are writing at its best."
5 Angels and a RECOMMENDED READ—Kara T, Fallen Angel Reviews
"...a novel full of emotion, danger and enough secrets to keep you guessing till the very end...a tale that is engrossing and suspenseful, while still retaining the heartwarming emotional tale her readers expect."
5 Blue Ribbons—Jenn L, Romance Junkies
"...an explosive tale of intrigue and sizzling romance...that will go on my shelf as a keeper."
4.5 and a Reviewers Top Pick—Susan, Night Owl Romance Book Reviews
"Ms. Walters' multidimensional characters are full of hidden depths and vulnerabilities that capture the readers' heart!"
5 Hearts—Dawn, Love Romances and More
"Not only is this story thrilling, and full of intrigue and hot passion, but the absorbing characters keeps the reader biting their nails. NJ Walters once again creates a spellbinding read, with in-depth emotions that grabs hold and does not let go in this extraordinary tale."
5 Cups—Cherokee, Coffee Time Romance
"...a thrilling, intense, spine-chilling, suspenseful tale that is brimming with red-hot passion and highly intriguing characters."
5 Tattoos—Nikita Steele, Erotic-Escapades
"While the steam generated by the couples will grab you, it's the charm of the romance that will keep you reading until the very end."
—Phillipa Ann, RRT-Erotic
"A fantastic edition to the Dalakis Passion series. You will love wathcing these characters in this book."
—Dawn Epton, ParaNormalRomance Reviews
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Excerpt from Eternal Brothers
©2007 N.J. Walters
Zane York let the shadows engulf him as he watched the Dalakis family pile into several luxury vehicles and drive away. He’d thought he’d be able to forget about them when he’d left New Orleans almost three years ago and headed back to his beloved New York City.
God knows he’d tried to forget about them.
Although he was a big man, he had no problem melding with the darkness. He was at home here in the night. It was a trait that had served him well when he’d worked the night shift as a New Orleans police detective. But he’d given up that job and had been back working in New York when Katrina had hit the city. For a fleeting moment he’d considered returning to his briefly adopted home but, in the end, he’d forced himself to stay away. It was better for everyone, especially him.
But he hadn’t been able to settle back into any kind of a life in New York. Questions about the Dalakis brothers plagued him constantly. Were they what he thought they were? He watched the headlights of the vehicles disappear into the distance. Were they vampires?
He shook his head. They were the reason he’d moved to New Orleans in the first place. With his reputation on the New York police force, it had been no problem for him to get a job here. He’d quickly gotten into the routine of his new life and watched the Dalakis family from a distance.
From the outside, they seemed to be exactly what they proclaimed to be—a rich, powerful family. But Zane had heard rumors and he’d followed up on them.
The first whisper of real trouble had come when a woman had been assaulted in an alleyway after witnessing a murder. Delight Deveraux had escaped, but the men who’d attacked her had never been found, even though there was quite a bit of blood in the alley and none of it belonged to the woman.
Detectives Sam Cassidy and his partner, Jean Gagnon, had been assigned to the case. Zane had talked to both of them but had been unable to get much of anything from Cassidy. Detective Gagnon was the weak link in that partnership and Zane had had a much easier time getting information from him. All it had taken was a few drinks at a local cop bar one evening and Gagnon had spilled everything he’d known. Which, admittedly, hadn’t been much at all.
There was no doubt in Zane’s mind that Cassidy was the brains in that partnership, which only proved that looks were deceiving. Gagnon was smooth, polished and well spoken, wearing his three-piece designer suits while Cassidy, with his blue jeans and good ol’ boy attitude was frequently overlooked.
Gagnon had told him that Lucian Dalakis had been with Delight Deveraux when they’d questioned her and that his attitude had been very protective. Whether he’d been protecting himself or Delight, Zane hadn’t been sure at the time. But now there was no doubt in his mind that he’d been protecting his woman. The fact that they were now married spoke volumes. However, it had also raised Zane’s suspicions. What had happened to the men in the alleyway?
Then there was the incident at The Club, a local hotspot, a short time later when local crime lord Jethro Prince and his chief enforcer, a man known only as Smith, were found murdered. Once again Sam Cassidy had been on the scene and it was written off as hit from another crime syndicate—a falling out among thieves.
But Zane hadn’t been convinced. He’d snooped around the streets and alleys around the club and found a drug addict who remembered a large man with fancy clothing and long black hair entering the club. No one inside the club remembered seeing such a man. That had raised Zane’s hackles. The description easily fit Lucian Dalakis.
He’d dug further but had uncovered nothing. Worried about his preoccupation with this family, he’d resigned his job and returned to New York. Then a new rumor had reached his ears a few days ago. Sam Cassidy was now working for the Dalakis family. What that meant, he wasn’t sure, but he’d had to find out.
Zane saw the man in question slinking out the side entrance of the garden, searching the darkness. So Cassidy sensed that someone was out here. It wouldn’t do to underestimate this man. He was a good cop. Or at least he had been. Now Zane was no longer sure. Turning, he walked swiftly down the street, careful to keep to the shadows. He wouldn’t learn much else tonight and wanted to return to his home to think.
He’d tried to resist the temptation of returning to New Orleans, but it was no use. He had to know the truth, not only for his own sake, but also for the protection of the people of this city.
And if the Dalakis brothers turned out to be what he feared they might be, then he’d be left with no choice.
He’d have to kill them.
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