As the only child of separated parents, D.D. McCarthy grew up in two worlds; one the city child with her mother, the other a farm girl with her father and stepmom. Needless to say, she was a tomboy that rode horses and played hockey at school. She hated Home Economics but excelled in Accountancy and hardly ever made it into Maths class. Before the teacher sent her to the principal’s office for, not doing the assigned lessons to disrupting her class, they had a mutual understanding – to dislike each other.
So, from roaming between city and farm she finished public high school to find that she should have been in art school, and she wasn’t ready for the grown-up working world. Lucky for her, she managed to attend a college and studied Land Survey Drafting. A long career began from drawing by hand with pen and ink to working with computers in AutoCAD to 3D. As a child she sleepwalked, but grew out of that around the age of nineteen. Then came the phase when she talked in her sleep, and held her arms in the air, while she slept. That phase passed, and until this day, she has been tormented with vivid and bloodthirsty nightmares!
Pacing in his bedroom wondering if he was wearing the right clothes was driving him crazy. Since when did his appearance matter? His good looks had served him well over the centuries, although he hadn’t seen Katja for 18 years. Her image flashed in front of his face, her beautiful twinkling almond shaped brown eyes, full luscious red lips, and porcelain skin, all framed with thick long black hair.
“Merde!” he muttered
as a jolt rushed though his inner core. She had been driving him mad with lust
since the day he met her 291 years ago. Why was he a Coveted One? He hated not
being in control of his own destiny. He has been in training to become one of
the Deities since 1550. Igor Mirskii has been his mentor after Lucas, his Sire
and one of the Deities has turned him into a
Why did Levkov want to see her? Hadn’t she made it clear enough that if she never saw him again it would be too soon? Since Levkov’s call yesterday Katja had an uneasy feeling about meeting up. It had been 18 years since she had last worked with him and sworn never to go there again, yet here she was doing the complete opposite. He had said it was a matter of life and death, so dramatic and he had pleaded with her...
Whose life? She had
to quickly pack and fly from
He was nothing but
trouble! How she wished she was back in her palazzo in
Darkness had settled
“Shit,” she cursed. How many times has she thought of her mate? Not once, but inexplicably at least a million times over the last century. Dreaming of the best looking perfect man she could.
“Stop it, you idiot! You ran away,” she reminded herself for the umpteenth time.
“Stop what, idiot?” Levkov said as he seated himself next to Katja.
“You’re late,” she chided him and she stopped breathing when she saw his face.
She had forgotten how good-looking he was!
“N-n-nothing,” she stammered feeling like a complete fool.
Her whole body felt awkward and she did not know what to do with her hands, so she clasped them together on the table, feeling utterly unequipped for his charm now starting to pool over her.
“What’s the emergency?” Katja asked giving Levkov her best frown.
“Later, all in good time,” he said avoiding her directness.
“What? You get me all
the way from
“I will discuss the matter with you, but not in a coffee shop!” He waved his hand dramatically to take in their surroundings.
“Oh, yeah, I get your point,” she mumbled and felt guilty for attacking him verbally. His sexuality was magnetic.
“Why are we meeting in a coffee shop? You’ve been kicked out of everywhere else, have you?” She tried to recover her form.
“Funny, Katja, but no,” he growled back. “We’re going on a date,” he responded with his best smile.
She hissed at him, nearly swallowing her tongue. “A date?” she repeated totally baffled. Levkov had never asked her out in all the time she has known him, he seemed different tonight. Maybe it was the long separation, or lack of male company in her life, that was making him look so appealing tonight. She fluttered her eyelashes at him and gave him a warm smile. “I do not want your harem coming after me with a shotgun,” she mused.
“That is exactly why I have never bothered to take you out on a date, ever!” he snarled.
Instantly, she regretted her outburst and instead, studied his appearance. He was wearing a very well cut-suit, Armani she guessed, and a pale lavender shirt. His brown hair was cut in a messy-top style, a very sexy look, she thought! She placed her hand over his on the table.
whispered and her eyes burned as she felt tears wanting to form, but
“You’re beautiful, Katja,” Levkov responded and took her hands in his. An electric current ran through her system making her insides quiver.
Katja moaned as her heart betrayed her, pounding like a sledge hammer in her chest, knowing Levkov would hear every beat. Everything moved in slow motion as Levkov pulled her close to him and kissed her, leaving her quivering in her chair. His mouth was moulding around hers, begging for her to open and let him inside, and with a sigh she surrendered and his tongue invaded her mouth. She felt like she was floating on air when he suddenly stopped and pulled away. She wanted to protest but he had left her gasping for air.
“Igor will be here any minute to pick us up,” he mumbled in her ear.
“Hi, Igor,” Katja greeted the chauffer, as she stepped into the black stretch limo.
“Nice to see you, too,” Igor sneered at her.
Ignoring him she
seated herself in the plush leather seat and, as the car proceeded along
“I have to make a quick stop in Knightsbridge,” Levkov said, stroking his hand over Katja’s and sending an electric jolt up her arm.
Igor pulled up in front of the Sheraton Park Tower Hotel.
“I’ll only be a moment, Kat,” Levkov whispered into her ear, stroking her hair from her forehead, making her breathless.
herself. What was wrong with her? She had never acted this way around Levkov
before. In the 291 years working together, theirs had been a strict
employer-employee relationship. Admittedly, he was breathtakingly handsome and
had that boyish charm that made girls weak at the knees. Maybe it was because
she hadn’t seen Levkov in a while, walking out on him when he had nearly got her
Levkov had found a
Tachi Samurai sword made for the Emperor of the
He had wanted to take
the sword abroad with some other priceless artefacts much to the disapproval of
Japanese officials who nearly beheaded him. This desire to acquire treasure had
forced him to purposely build a warehouse in
Levkov and Igor had been treasure-hunting through the centuries and he had recruited Katja for her skills in the research of various artefacts. Objects d’art he tired of always got sold at auction, mostly at Sotheby’s. Levkov also had one of the most impressive car collections Katja had ever seen and he loved statuary; especially nudes.
“All done,” Levkov said as he seated himself as close to Katja as possible, rubbing shoulders with her, leaving her body trembling with pleasure. “We have arrived, my lady,” Levkov bowed helping Katja out of the limo. Katja would have blushed if she could at his old-fashioned gesture.
Upon entering Cirque du Soir, Katja was immediately transported to another world, the music was slightly too loud. Cirque du Soir was half eccentric circus tent and half decadent boudoir. A fire-eater greeted them first as they walked down a wide path resembling a street. There were snake charmers along the side and tattooed ladies everywhere, the nostalgia of it all made Katja feel as if she was in a part of Paris 120 years ago, giving a bohemian Parisian atmosphere to the place. Rococo-style armchairs and sofas covered with spider webs and insect prints adorned the place, and petite double lamp shades and art nouveau mirrors completed the picture. There were two floors but all the action was on the street level. Levkov led her to the VIP area at the back draped with velvet curtains.
“How did you get tickets?” she asked Levkov.
“Members only,” he stated.
“You’re a member?”
A waiter appeared with a bottle of Ace of Spades in a large sparkler set on fire. He bowed at Katja and handed her a bright red rose. “From the gentleman,” he said and gestured towards Levkov leaving the VIP lounge.
A lot of extravagance for an ex-employee, Katja noted, keeping her eyes downcast. Feeling Levkov’s gaze on her she pushed her senses out like a wave, trying to sense his mood or read his mind, all the time aware that his breathing had become shallow and she could hear his heart pounding faster. His mind however, was closed to her.
“Katja, you should know better than to try and probe my mind,” he scolded.
Keeping her own mind locked and telling herself to calm down she looked into Levkov’s eyes. His brown eyes had changed to a sensual burgundy red.
“Katja, you are gorgeous,” he whispered. Leaning forward he kissed her forehead so gently, sending little tremors through her body.
Closing her eyes she leaned towards him and pulled him softly against her, then, Levkov began to sway with the beat of the music.
“Levkov!” Katja sighed, sliding her arms around his neck breathing in his musky scent.
Kissing her temple, Levkov expertly worked his way to Katja’s mouth, gently brushing his lips over her mouth and feeling her quivering in his arms.
A lust from deep inside her urged her on and she opened her mouth.
A burning desire to make her his, as he answered with a passion he hasn’t felt in centuries. He hated his Sire; he wanted all these feelings from her to be real. Man! She tasted good. He could lose himself by just smelling her scent, so fresh and inviting, reminding him of honeysuckle.
If he didn’t respond to her she would know something was wrong and yet by responding he was betraying her trust, and he now regretted that he had just taken a hair sample to his Sire in Knightsbridge. Judging by her response to him the love spell was already cast.
Groaning, he pulled away from Katja and motioned her to sit on the sofa. “Would you like some champagne?”
Levkov poured without waiting for her to answer. He had to calm down or his lust for her was going to make him take her right there on the sofa.
“Merde!” he muttered to himself as he felt his erection growing and the room began to appear bright red, that’s not calming down! He was a fully aroused vamp and his senses would take over, because he needed to feed or he was going to lose his mind.
“Katja,” he whispered, retreating to the velvet curtains.
Smiling, she got up and zoomed to him pressing her soft body to his.
With a growl he folded his arms around her and his fangs started to tingle, springing forth and making his desire surge.
“Drink,” she whispered. “I fed on my way to the station when I took the Underground.”
Shaking his head he let go of her.
“Not on our first date!” he hissed through his teeth.
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