"And the cleanup here?"

"Could take days yet. But there"s plenty of people here to worry about it. You need to rest and recuperate."

I blew out a breath, then rose. I"d go see my brother, then get the bath and coffee I desperately craved.

After that, there was nothing I could do but wait.

And worry.



Because death was coming after me, and it was going to take every ounce of strength I had to survive him.About the Author Keri Arthur received a "perfect 10" from Romance Reviews Today and was nominated for Best Shapeshifter in PNR"s PEARL Awards and in the Best Contemporary Paranormal category of the Romantic Times Reviewers" Choice Awards. She lives with her husband and daughter in Melbourne, Australia.

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FULL MOON RISINGOn sale January 2007

The night was quiet.

Almost too quiet.

Though it was after midnight, it was a Friday night, and Friday nights were usually party nights-at least for those of us who were single and not working night shift. This section of Melbourne wasn"t exactly excitement city, but it did possess a nightclub that catered to both human and nonhumans. And while it wasn"t a club I frequented often, I loved the music they played. Loved dancing along the street to it as I made my way home.

But tonight, there was no music. No laughter. Not even drunken revelry. The only sound on the whispering wind was the clatter of the train leaving the station and the rumble of traffic from the nearby freeway.

Of course, the club was a well-known haunt for pushers and their prey, and as such it was regularly raided-and closed-by the cops. Maybe it had been hit again tonight.

So why was there no movement on the street? No disgruntled party-goers heading to other clubs in other areas?

And why did the wind hold the fragrance of blood?

I hitched my bag to a more comfortable position on my shoulder, then stepped from the station"s half-lit platform and ran up the stairs leading to Sunshine Avenue. The lights close to the platform"s exit were out and the shadows closed in the minute I stepped onto the street.

Normally, darkness didn"t worry me. I am a creature of the moon and the night, after all, and well used to roaming the streets at unG.o.dly hours. Tonight, though the moon rode towards fullness, its silvery light failed to pierce the thick cover of clouds. But the power of it shimmered through my veins-a heat that would only get worse in the coming nights.

Yet it wasn"t the closeness of the full moon that had me jumpy. Nor was it the lack of life coming from the normally raucous club. It was something else, something I couldn"t quite put a finger on. The night felt wrong, and I had no idea why.

But it was something I couldn"t ignore.

I turned away from the street that led to the apartment I shared with my twin brother and headed for the nightclub. Maybe I was imagining the scent of blood, or the wrongness in the night. Maybe the club"s silence had nothing to do with either sensation. But one thing was certain-I had to find out. It would keep me awake, otherwise.

Of course, curiosity not only killed cats, but it often took out inquisitive werewolves, too. Or, in my case, half weres. And my nose for trouble had caused me more grief over the years than I wanted to remember. Generally, my brother had been right by my side, either fighting with me or pulling me out of harm"s way. But tonight, Rhoan wasn"t home, and he wasn"t contactable. He worked as a guardian for the Directorate of Other Races-which was a government body that sat somewhere between the cops and the military. Most humans thought the Directorate was little more than a police force specializing in capture of non- human criminals, and in some respects, they were right. But the Directorate, both here and overseas, was also a researcher of all things non-human, and its guardians didn"t only capture, they had the power to be judge, jury, and executioner.

I also worked for the Directorate, but not as a guardian. I was nowhere near ruthless enough to join their ranks as anything other than a general dogs body-though, like most of the people who worked for the Directorate in any capacity, I had certainly been tested. I was pretty d.a.m.n happy to have failed-especially given that eighty percent of a Guardian"s work involved a.s.sa.s.sination. I might be part wolf, but I wasn"t a killer. Rhoan was the only one who"d inherited those particular instincts in our small family unit. If I had a talent I could claim, it would be as a finder of trouble.Which is undoubtedly what I"d find by sticking my nose where it had no right to be. But would I let the thought of trouble stop me? Not a snowflake"s chance in h.e.l.l.

Grinning slightly, I shoved my hands into my coat pockets and quickened my pace. My four-inch heels clacked against the concrete, and the sound seemed to echo along the silent street. A dead giveaway if there were problems ahead. I stepped onto the strip of half-dead gra.s.s that divided the road from the pavement, and tried not to get the heels stuck in the dirt as I continued on.

The street curved around to the left, and the rundown houses that lined either side of the road gave way to run-down factories and warehouses. Vinnie"s night club sat about halfway along the street, and even from here, it was obvious the place was closed. The gaudy red and green flashing signs were off, and no patrons milled around the front of the building.

But the scent of blood and the sense of wrongness were stronger than ever.

I stopped near the trunk of a gum tree and raised my nose, tasting the slight breeze, searching for odors that might give a hint as to what was happening up ahead.

Beneath the richness of blood came three other scents-excrement, sweat, and fear. For those last two to be evident from that distance, something major had to be happening.

I bit my lip and half considered calling the Directorate. I wasn"t a fool-not totally, anyway-and whatever was happening in that club smelled big. But what would I report? That the scent of blood and s.h.i.t rode the wind? That a nightclub that was usually open on a Friday night was suddenly closed? They weren"t likely to send out troops for that. I needed to get closer, see what was really happening.

But the nearer I got, the more unease turned my stomach-and the more certain I became that something was very wrong inside the club. I stopped in the shadowed doorway of a warehouse almost opposite Vinnie"s and studied the building. No lights shone inside, and no windows were broken. The front metal doors were closed, and thick grates protected the black-painted windows. The side gate was padlocked. For all intents and purposes, the building looked secure. Empty.

Yet something was inside. Something that walked quieter than a cat. Something that smelled of death. Or rather, undeath.

A vampire.

And if the thick smell of blood and sweaty humanity that accompanied his sickly scent was anything to go by, he wasn"t alone.

That I could report. I swung my handbag around so I could grab my cell phone, but at that moment, awareness surged, p.r.i.c.kling like fire across my skin. I no longer stood alone on the street. And the noxious scent of unwashed flesh that followed the awareness told me exactly who it was.

I turned, my gaze pinpointing the darkness crowding the middle of the road. "I know you"re out there, Gautier. Show yourself."

His chuckle ran across the night, a low sound that set my teeth on edge. He walked free of the shadows and strolled toward me. Gautier was a long, mean stick of vampire who hated werewolves almost as much as he hated the humans he was paid to protect. But he was one of the Directorate"s most successful guardians, and the word I"d heard was that he was headed straight for the top job.

If he did get there, I would be leaving. The man was a b.a.s.t.a.r.d with a capital B.

"And just what are you doing here, Riley Jenson?" His voice, like his dark hair, was smooth and oily. He"d apparently been a salesman before he"d been turned. It showed, even in death.

"I live near here. What"s your excuse?"

His sudden grin revealed bloodstained canines. He"d fed, and very recently. My gaze went to the nightclub. Surely not even he could be that depraved. That out of control.

"I"m a guardian," he said, coming to a halt about half a dozen paces away. Which was about half a dozen paces too close for my liking. "We"re paid to patrol the streets, to keep humanity safe."

I scrubbed a hand across my nose, and half wished-and not for the first time in my years of dealing with vampires-that my olfactory sense wasn"t so keen. I"d long ago given up trying to get them to take a regular shower. How Rhoan coped being around them so much, I"ll never know.

"You only walk the streets when you"ve been set loose to kill," I said, and motioned to the club. "Is that what you"ve been sent here to investigate?"

"No." His brown gaze bored into mine, and an odd tingling began to buzz around the edges of my thoughts. "How did you know I was there when I had shadows wrapped around my body?"

The buzzing got stronger, and I smiled. He was trying to get a mind-lock on me and force an answer-something vamps had a tendency to do when they had questions they knew wouldn"t be answered willingly. Of course, mind-locks had been made illegal several years ago in the "human rights" bill that set out just what was, and wasn"t, acceptable behavior from non-human races when dealing with humans. Or other non-humans for that matter. Trouble is, legalities generally mean squat to the dead.

But he didn"t have a hope in h.e.l.l of succeeding with me, thanks to the fact I was something that should not be-the child of a werewolf and a vampire. Because of my mixed heritage, I was immune to the controlling touch of vampires. And that immunity was the only reason I was working in the guardian liaisons section of the Directorate. He should have realized that, even if he didn"t know the reason for the immunity.

"Hate to say this, Gautier, but you haven"t exactly got the sweetest scent."

"I was downwind."

d.a.m.n. So he was. "Some scents are stronger than the wind to a wolf." I hesitated, but couldn"t help adding, "You know, you may be one of the undead, but you sure as h.e.l.l don"t have to smell like it."

His gaze narrowed, and there was a sudden stillness about him that reminded me of a snake about to strike.

"You would do well to remember what I am."

"And you would do well to remember that I"m trained to protect myself against the likes of you."

He snorted. "Like all liaisons, you overestimate your skills."

Maybe I did, but I sure as h.e.l.l wasn"t going to admit it, because that"s precisely what he wanted. Gautier not only loved baiting the hand that fed him, he more often bit it. Badly. Those in charge let him get away with it because he was a d.a.m.n fine guardian.

"As much as I love standing here trading insults, I really want to know what"s going on in that club."

His gaze went to Vinnie"s, and something inside me relaxed. But only a little. When it came to Gautier, it never paid to relax too much.

"There"s a vampire inside that club," he said.

"I know that much."

His gaze came back to me, brown eyes flat and somehow deadly. "How do you know? A werewolf has no more awareness when it comes to vampires than a human."Werewolves mightn"t, but then, I wasn"t totally wolf, and it was my vampire instincts that were picking up the vamp inside the building. "I"m beginning to think the vampire population should be renamed the great unwashed. He stinks almost as much as you do."

His gaze narrowed again, and again the sensation of danger swirled around me. "One day, you"ll push too far."

Probably. But with any sort of luck, it would be after he"d gotten the arrogance knocked out of him. I waved a hand at Vinnie"s. "Are there people alive inside?"

"Yes."

"So are you going to do something about the situation or not?"

His grin was decidedly nasty. "I"m not."

I blinked. I"d expected him to say a lot of things, but certainly not that. "Why the h.e.l.l not?"

"Because I hunt bigger prey tonight." His gaze swept over me, and my skin crawled. Not because it was s.e.xual-Gautier didn"t want me any more than I wanted him-but because it was the look of a predator sizing up his next meal.

His expression, when his gaze rose to meet mine again, was challenging. "If you think you"re so d.a.m.n good, you go tend to it."

"I"m not a guardian. I can"t-"

"You can," he cut in, "because you"re a guardian liaison. By law, you can interfere when necessary."

"But-"

"There are five people alive in there," he said. "If you want to keep them that way, go rescue them. If not, call the Directorate and wait. Either way, I"m out of here."

With that, he wrapped the night around his body and disappeared from sight. My vampire and werewolf senses tracked his hidden form as he raced south. He really was leaving.

f.u.c.k.

My gaze returned to Vinnie"s. I couldn"t hear the beating of hearts, and had no idea whether Gautier was telling the truth about people being alive inside. I might be part vampire, but I didn"t drink blood, and my senses weren"t tuned to the thud of life. But I could smell fear, and surely I wouldn"t be smelling that if someone wasn"t alive in the club.

Even if I called the Directorate, they wouldn"t get there in time to rescue those people. I had to go in. I had no choice...

KISSING SIN On sale February 2007

All I could smell was blood.

Blood that was thick and ripe.Blood that plastered my body, itching at my skin.

I stirred, groaning softly as I rolled onto my back. Other sensations began to creep through the fog encasing my mind. The chill of the stones that pressed against my spine. The gentle patter of moisture against bare skin. The stench of rubbish left sitting too long in the sun. And underneath it all, the aroma of raw meat.

It was a scent that filled me with foreboding, though why I had no idea.

I forced my eyes open. A concrete wall loomed ominously above me, seeming to lean inwards, as if ready to fall. There were no windows in that wall, and no lights anywhere near it. For a moment I thought I was in a prison of some kind, until I remembered the rain and saw that the concrete bled into the cloud-covered night sky.

Though there was no moon visible, I didn"t need to see it to know where we were in the lunar cycle. While it might be true that just as many vampire genes flowed through my bloodstream as werewolf, I was still very sensitive to the moon"s presence. The full moon had pa.s.sed three days ago.

Last I remembered, the full moon phase had only just begun. Somewhere along the line, I"d lost eight days.

I frowned, staring up at the wall, trying to get my bearings, trying to remember how I"d gotten here. How I"d managed to become naked and unconscious in the cold night.

No memories rose from the fog. The only thing I was certain of was the fact that something bad had happened. Something that had stolen my memory and covered me in blood.

I wiped the rain from my face with a hand that was trembling, and looked left. The wall formed one side of a lane filled with shadows and overflowing rubbish bins. Down at the far end, a streetlight twinkled, a forlorn star in the surrounding darkness.

There were no sounds to be heard beyond the rasp of my own breathing. No cars. No music. Not even a dog barking at an imaginary foe. Nothing that suggested life of any kind nearby.

Swallowing heavily, trying to ignore the bitter taste of confusion and fear, I looked to the right.

And saw the body.

A body covered in blood.

Oh G.o.d...

I couldn"t have. Surely to G.o.d, I couldn"t have.

Mouth dry, stomach heaving, I climbed unsteadily to my feet and staggered over.

Saw what remained of his throat and face.

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