by Bangs, Nina
Dear Reader:
Remember the Willie Nelson song “My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys”? Well, my take is a little different. My heroes have always been villains. When I visit Galveston, Texas, and pass the spot where the Castle of Dark Dreams should be, I picture myself looking out over the battlements at the Gulf of Mexico. And the wickedest bad boy in town is standing by my side. There’s something about a man who needs redemption that resonates with me.
If you understand that, then it should come as no surprise that I chose Taurin as my hero in Hot Summer Bites. Taurin was the villain in my first Castle of Dark Dreams book. He believed our hero had killed his brother, and he wanted vengeance. Of course, he went down hard in Wicked Nights, but I decided that he deserved a second chance to make up for all the suffering I put him through.
Did I mention that Taurin is a vampire? That complicates things a lot when investigative reporter Kristin Hughes shows up at the castle looking for a juicy story. She’s hoping to write about lots of sex and sin. Instead she meets a sensual vampire with unexpected ties to her past. The burning question? Will Kristin publish her story outing the nonhumans in the castle, or will love for our villain-turned-hero change her mind? I’m putting my money on her delete key.
If you share my fascination with wicked men, don’t miss Wicked Edge (March 2012), the next book in my Castle of Dark Dreams series. You can judge whether I’ve finally found the one man that even love can’t redeem.
Live the fantasy,
Nina Bangs
Berkley Sensation titles by Nina Bangs
WICKED NIGHTS
WICKED PLEASURE
WICKED FANTASY
WICKED EDGE
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HOT SUMMER BITES
COLOR ME WICKED
Hot Summer Bites
Nina Bangs
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Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
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Prologue
“Cosmic troublemaker test-time.” Sparkle Stardust let the words resonate in her soul. Fine, so she didn’t have a soul, but they still resonated. She loved it when a young troublemaker she’d mentored got a chance to show his stuff.
Deimos looked suspicious. He’d propped his massive six-feet-plus of solid muscle against the candy store’s closed door and crossed his arms over his broad chest.
“First, a progress report.” She popped a black jellybean into her mouth. Chocolate was a more sensual treat, but jellybeans helped her think. “I agreed to mentor you because I saw the promise of a troublemaker who could develop into a sexual manipulator almost as powerful as me.” She thought about that. “Of course, even I sometimes make a mistake.”
Deimos’s gaze skittered away from Sparkle as he fumbled with the doorknob behind him.
“Forget it. You’re not leaving until I’m ready for you to leave.” Sparkle hopped off the stool she kept behind the counter and strolled to the door. “I’ve given you all my knowledge, and now it’s time for you to produce.” She held up her hand before he could lay a lame excuse on her.
“You’re not a virgin anymore, so don’t try to use that to wiggle out of your duty. As far as I can see, you haven’t made even one attempt to mess with anyone’s sex life. If you fail, then I fail in the eyes of the troublemaker world.” She stood on tiptoe in her Manolo Blahnik stilettos and glared at him eyeball to chin. “I will not be humiliated. Ergo, you will not fail me. Got it?”
Deimos ran his hand nervously over his shaved head. “Yes, ma’am.”
Sparkle frowned as she stared past him out the store’s window. “Jeez, you just scared a little kid away who wanted to spend his candy money. Go stand somewhere else and try not to loom. You know, the bald head, the tattoos, the biker-dude look, it’s not helping me sell candy.”
Deimos shrugged. “Action heroes need to be scary-looking so the bad guys will respect them.”
Okay, Sparkle was officially pissed. “Yeah, well there’re a bunch of preschoolers outside who respect you to death.”
Sparkle sighed. It was a good thing she really didn’t need the money from the store. Sweet Indulgence was just a front for her real purpose—to foment sexual chaos by matching up people who were totally wrong for each other in every way except between the sheets.
Her setup was brilliant. The
candy store was right outside Live the Fantasy, an adult theme park where people could act out their fantasies, childhood or otherwise. It was the possibility for “otherwise” that interested her.
“Here’s the deal. In exactly ten minutes Kristin Hughes will check into the Castle of Dark Dreams. She’s an investigative reporter who’s gotten wind that some of the fantasies offered in the park are sexual in nature—don’t I wish. Anyway, she’ll be poking around looking for the sex.” Sparkle’s smile was a slow slide of wicked anticipation. “You, Deimos, will see that she finds it.”
His amber eyes rounded in panic. “How?”
“That’s part of the test, silly.” She contemplated the perfection of her nails—Luscious Lust nail color, no chips, no broken edges. It didn’t get much better than that. “Taurin just got back from a fruitless search for his long-lost brother. He’s feeling pretty down.”
Deimos’s horrified expression said he knew what was coming.
“To pass the test and graduate, you have to hook those two up.” Sparkle knew her eyes gleamed with the intensity of the true zealot.
“But he’s a vampire.”
Sparkle clapped her hands. “Exactly. It’ll be a deliciously evil and incredibly difficult test. If you pass it, you’ll be ready to fly.” She paused to study his petulant expression. “Well, maybe not fly. But at least you’ll be up to a fast walk.”
“I don’t want to do it.” From his narrowed amber eyes to his pouty lower lip, Deimos was Mr. Sulky. “I’m a supernatural being with lots of power. I should be doing what other cosmic troublemakers do, wreaking havoc throughout the universe, stuff like that.”
Sparkle tried to look sympathetic, but she oozed sarcasm. She couldn’t help it; he made her crazy. “I feel your pain, Deimos. It’s tough being conflicted.”
“Huh?”
“I mean, do you choose good or evil? Should you be an action hero who does boring good stuff or a cosmic troublemaker who enjoys the rush of creating spectacularly evil events?” Sparkle didn’t leave any doubt on which side of the good-or-evil fence she perched.
Deimos furrowed his brow.
Amazing. Sparkle had never seen anyone actually do that. “So what’s your choice?” She wasn’t worried. Anyone with a brain in his head would choose to be a troublemaker. Okay, so maybe she should worry. She’d forgotten about the prerequisite brain.
Deimos’s expression cleared. He grinned. “I’ll be both.”
She dropped the sympathetic look. “Not possible.”
“Sure it is.” He punched the air to emphasize his conviction, and a little old lady peering at the chocolate display in the window ran away screaming. “First I’ll make bad stuff happen, then I’ll become an action hero and rush in to save everybody.”
“That is so . . .” Words couldn’t describe how pissed-off she was. “Forget the action-hero crap. It’s time to prove you can be a cosmic troublemaker.”
Mr. Sulky was back. “I’m not going to hook up Taurin and this Kristin Hughes. I want to do really cool stuff, like Ganymede does.”
Time to take off the gloves. “You have no idea how lucky you are that I plucked you out of the newbie pile. You want to be like Ganymede and run around laying waste to the universe? Fine, in ten thousand years come back and we’ll talk about it. But right now? You make your choice. You don’t want to do things my way, then get your butt back to Beginners’ Central. I hear they’re looking for a troublemaker to take over Septicanus’s job. He was in charge of constipation and other related miseries of the world. Interested?”
Deimos’s expression was so horrified that Sparkle would’ve laughed if she weren’t so mad.
“Okay, I’ll take the test.” He looked miserable and a little lost. “Uh, any ideas to get me started?”
She sighed. You had to have so much patience with the young ones. “First, let Taurin know what Kristin’s up to. Then get them together. Make sure he understands that if she discovers nonhuman entities have found a haven in the park, she’ll write about it, and his cozy home will be only a distant memory. If I know our boy, he’ll take it from there. Vampires hate publicity.”
What else would further the cause? “Oh, and you might want to plan a beach party. A midnight beach party. Next Monday would be good. Taurin’s off on Mondays, and it’s a full moon. Think of the sensual possibilities—moonlight shining on the water, the sound of the waves, and the breeze drifting over heated bodies. The whole setup screams sex.”
“Uh-huh.” Deimos looked doubtful.
“Do it.” She’d finish off by throwing him a little incentive. “Who knows, you might even get a chance to use your action-hero skills before the week is done.”
His eyes lit up. “Oh, wow. You think so? Guess I’d better get started.” He yanked the door open and was gone.
Sparkle smiled. Men were so easily manipulated. If nothing else, the week should be good for lots of laughs. And if Deimos screwed things up too badly, she’d step in to help Kristin and Taurin see they were fated for each other.
Her smile turned wicked. Of course, she’d forgotten to tell Deimos one little thing: Kristin and Taurin already knew each other, and their hate was mutual. God, she loved her work.
Chapter One
Taurin Veris thought about ripping out Deimos’s throat. How long had it been since he’d done something just for the hell of it? Too long.
Yeah, but then he’d have to listen to everyone bitching at him. So he controlled the urge. Deimos trailed him out of the Castle of Dark Dreams and into the Texas night.
Taurin gave the “No, uh-uh, won’t do it, definitely not” routine another shot. “Look, I need downtime. I just got back from searching for Dacian in some of the crappiest places on earth and came up empty. So I don’t want to hear about any damn reporter. Get someone else to deal with her.”
“Everyone else is busy.” Deimos caught up with him. “Sparkle thinks she could be trouble.”
“Then it’s true, because Sparkle wrote the book on trouble.” If he walked faster, would Deimos give up?
“No, you don’t get it. She’s an investigative reporter, and she’s here rooting around for a sensational story. She got a tip that Live the Fantasy does all kinds of weird sexual fantasies.”
“And I’m supposed to care why?” This was an adult theme park. Rumors of sex would sell more tickets. It was all good. Why was Deimos bent out of shape?
The whites of Deimos’s eyes showed. All the way around. “But what happens if she accidentally finds out there’re a bunch of nonhuman entities living here? You’ll all have to move.”
That got his attention. He was happy here, and he’d be damned if he’d let another nosy snoop ruin that. It had happened once, but it wouldn’t happen again. “So what’s Sparkle suggest?”
Taurin usually enjoyed his nightly walk. He could take a look at what was going on in the park, or if he wanted something different, he could cross Seawall Boulevard and walk along the beach. He never tired of the Gulf. Galveston was more home to him than any other place had been in six hundred years. And he intended it to stay that way.
“Keep her busy. Show her around the park. Don’t give her time to do much poking.” Deimos got more enthusiastic with each word. “I’m planning a midnight beach party for next Monday. Eric, Brynn, and Conall will all be off.” He grinned. “You can bring the reporter with you. Let her see everything’s cool.”
“You’re planning a beach party?” The only thing Deimos ever planned was his next action-hero move. “Never mind. About this showing-her-around thing, I have a job. I can’t spend all week keeping her nose pointed in the right direction. And what about during the day? Who’s going to keep her out of trouble then?”
Deimos looked triumphant. “Sparkle took care of that. She told Holgarth about the problem, and he cleared your slate for the we
ek. Now you can spend all the time you want with her. And they just hired a new guy to help with the tours and stuff during the day. A wereshark. Needs to be near the water. He’ll keep her busy while you’re down. I have her name and room number here somewhere.” He rooted around in his pocket until he found a piece of paper. “She’s in room 218, and her name’s Kristin Hughes.”
“Where the hell does Sparkle get off going to Holgarth about . . .” Taurin rounded on Deimos, every sense alert. “Did you say Kristin Hughes?”
Deimos nodded, a little uncertain now. “Yeah. You know her?”
Taurin grew still, that completely motionless state that allowed him to hear even the flow of his victim’s blood. It was the silence of a hunting predator. “Oh, I know her all right. Tell Sparkle I’ll keep the lady so distracted she won’t know which way is up.” Who would’ve thought he’d cross paths with her again? But it looked like the bitch was back.
Deimos nodded happily and hurried away. Probably afraid Taurin would change his mind if he hung around. No chance of that. He turned back toward the castle, his walk forgotten.
First he’d tell Holgarth his plans, and the wizard could pass it on to the others. Taurin would have to meet this wereshark. Make sure they were on the same page. Kristin and the shark would be perfect together. They had lots in common—a killer instinct and a taste for blood. Okay, so he had a taste for blood, too. But he liked to think that he retained some semblance of humanity.
Then he’d pay a visit to Ms. Hughes and welcome her to the Castle of Dark Dreams. So she thought Live the Fantasy was all about sex? He’d give her so much sex to write about that she wouldn’t even notice if Holgarth whacked her over the head with his wand and turned her into a leech. Oh, wait, she already was one. Taurin knew his smile showed lots of fang.
Kristin Hughes wrote two kinds of stories—the impact of global warming on the United States’ economy kind, and werewolves roaming the Minnesota forests kind. Serious and fluff. The fluff paid better. She was in the Castle of Dark Dreams looking for some heavy-duty fluff.