Rocked by a Vampire: Billionaire, Rock Stars, Vampires (Immortal Hearts of San Francisco Book 3)

by Susan Griscom

  Immortal Hearts of San Francisco

  Susan Griscom

  Published in the United States.

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  Rocked by a Vampire is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2016 by Susan Griscom

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  Edited by Michelle Leah Olson - Literally Addicted to Detail

  Proofing by: Trallee Mendonca

  Cover Design by Susan Griscom

  Cover Models: Brandon Katz

  Photos from Period Images – http://www.periodimages.com

  For Lane, because you’ve always held a special place in my heart.

  Description

  He’s dangerously sexy, impossibly arrogant, rude, and complicated as hell, yet what he reveals to her makes it impossible to stay angry and she can’t stop her growing desire for him.

  Lane, the younger twin of two powerful and sexy vampires, has always walked in his brother’s shadow. And for good reason. There are monsters that plague his mind. Demons that once destroyed him. Broke him. Now, his desire for Vanessa torments him, igniting those revenants whenever he thinks of her. He’s desired her for months, but he hates what she is—what she stands for. Can the witch he loathes be the one to tame his demons, or will she only send him farther into hell?

  He wants to claim her, own her until he discovers something about her he has no choice but to admire, and when she lets down her guard, all he wants to do is comfort her—love her.

  Vanessa has her own fears to conquer. A witch by birthright, she’s powerful yet vulnerable. How the hell will she be able to help Lane defeat his demons if she can’t overcome her own?

  They rock each other's worlds, but when evil comes knocking at their door, someone will need to die or they’ll lose each other forever.

  Dear Reader,

  Thank you so much for downloading Rocked by a Vampire. This is the third book in the Immortal Hearts of San Francisco Series and if you haven’t read Tempted by a Vampire yet, or Captivated by a Vampire, you might want to go back and get those first. Though, this book can stand on its own, I believe you will want to get to know the other characters first. Especially, if you’d like to know how Cian and Magdalena met from the first book, or Josh and Chelle from the second book.

  Each book in this series will be written as a stand-alone and it shouldn’t be necessary to read them in order, however, if you are as OCD as I am about reading series in order, then you should definitely do that.

  You can find the first and second books on Amazon and both books are free in the Kindle Unlimited program.

  Tempted by a Vampire, Book 1- Cian and Magdalena

  Captivated by a Vampire, Book 2 – Chelle and Josh

  Rocked by a Vampire, Book 3 – Lane and Vanessa

  I came up with The Immortal Hearts of San Francisco after soul searching for the perfect theme for the series. I live close to San Francisco and some of my most memorable moments happened there. What better place to have rock and roll vampires than in the city where I left my heart?

  I hope you love Lane and Vanessa as much as I do.

  Play List

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Play List

  Lights – Journey

  Cryin – Aerosmith

  Try – P!nk

  Faithfully - Journey

  What About Love? - Heart

  Feel Like Making Love - Bad Company

  Ready For Love – Bad Company

  I Will Walk 500 Miles - Proclaimers

  Shook Me All Night Long - AC/DC

  Amazing - Aerosmith

  Tubthumping - Chumbawamba

  Love Like a Man - Alvin Lee, Ten Years After

  Don’t Want To Miss A Thing – Aerosmith

  Other Books by Susan Griscom

  Immortal Hearts of San Francisco

  A Paranormal Romance

  Tempted by a Vampire

  Captivated by a Vampire

  Rocked by a Vampire

  The Whisper Cape Trilogy

  A supernatural love story for adults

  Whisper Cape

  Reflections

  A Secret Fate

  The Beaumont Brothers Series

  Contemporary romance

  Beautifully Wounded

  Beautifully Used

  Beautifully Undone

  The Sectorium Series

  This is a spin-off from The Whisper Cape Trilogy — ten years later. Breena gets a love story of her own. If you enjoy a hockey, sports romance with a supernatural flare,

  this is the book for you.

  A Gypsy’s Kiss

  Single Titles

  Allusive Aftershock

  This is a Young Adult love story for ages 14+, involving destruction, friendship and love

  Chapter One

  Lane

  Lyrics formed in my mind. Words of lust, regret, pain, and pure, unadulterated love morphed into verses and appeared on the music sheet before me. Intermittent chords flowed from my fingers made tangible by the keys of the grand piano. I jotted down notes as I heard them, sealing them to the words. The pen in my hand couldn’t move fast enough to write.

  I’d been writing this song for about six months now. No one knew about it. I only worked on it when no one else was around. At the time, I’d thought it would be a good idea to put my emotions down on paper, but now, I didn’t know anymore. Every time I read them, a sick feeling gnawed inside of me, chomping away. Tormenting. Haunting.

  It was a ballad, a love song, a sad song. A brooding tune. A melody that no one would probably ever hear. Just my morbid form of meditation needing an outlet. At least that�
��s what I told myself.

  I wasn’t always easy to get along with these days. I knew this. No one had to tell me. And I found it particularly difficult when it came to certain people.

  I’d had my share of relationships, or should I say my share of women. In all my two hundred and twenty years, I didn’t think I’d ever had a serious relationship with a woman. Vampire or human.

  Some might call me a monster. But does a monster have a conscience? Or know regret? Fear the absence of dignity? I’d been on this planet for a long time. Long enough to know that there was no remedy for self-abhorrence. No therapeutic massage or bath crystals could ever tame the imprints of depression as they embedded their way into each and every one of my nerve endings on a daily basis.

  Rock and roll was my life. I lived it, breathed it; it was my salvation. Music had always been a part of me. Without it, I might as well dig a hole in the ground and cover myself up with dirt. Though that wouldn’t kill me. Only aggravate the shit out of me.

  There was nothing but silence now. The notes and words stared back at me, waiting for something more. But I had nothing. Nothing to complete the verse, nothing to make the pain go away. I gazed at the ivory keys as if they could magically give me what I needed. I stroked my hand over them in hope.

  The piano, the main focal point of the large living area, was the one thing I’d insisted we purchase when we bought this mansion about seventy-five years ago. It had called to me, but back then, it had probably called to my brother also. We were alike in that way.

  Voices filtered in from just outside the room, and I quickly gathered up the music sheets, tucking them inside my shirt for safekeeping—or hiding if I was being honest about it.

  Shoving myself away from the ivory keys, I strolled to the iron blinds imprisoning us and waited.

  Without a word, two bodies came to stand next to me. In a not too distant past, there had been only one. Then my brother Cian had found what he called his soul mate. Who was I to argue about that? So, this was our nightly ritual—stand in front of the iron blinds at sunset and wait for the ugly things to rise and give us our freedom from the daytime prison we existed in.

  “I think we should do away with the blinds,” Cian said, sounding ridiculously serious. He had one arm around Maggie and a tumbler of scotch in his free hand. His torn jeans left one knee completely exposed, and the ragged edges of the hems skimmed the top of his bare feet. His shirt hung open, revealing his muscled chest covered in tattoos. I’d heard many ladies utter that my twin had the body of Adonis. I did a mental shrug at the thought. Maggie leaned against him dressed similarly, only her jeans had more holes, and her purple-flowered blouse remained buttoned, but flowed loosely at her waist. Her dark brown locks cascaded over her shoulders in messy curls, giving her that just fucked looked. I smiled. Glad my brother was happy.

  “I think love has seeped into your brain and replaced the ventricles with giddy, stupid shit,” I answered.

  Cian chuckled. “I won’t argue with that. But I think it’s time for a change. One-way reflective glass.” He said the last part like it was an answer to a question no one had asked.

  I gave him a raised eyebrow of interest. “Like mirrored glass?”

  “Exactly.”

  I nodded.

  “There’s a material that’s supposed to block ninety-nine percent of the sun’s ultraviolet rays. That would be enough to protect us.”

  “Make it a hundred, and I’m all for it.”

  “We could start with one window and see what happens,” Maggie added in her adorable, female, take-me-to-bed-and-fuck-me voice that was hard to say no to. I knew my brother couldn’t. Which made me somewhat skeptical about just whose idea this was.

  “If you want to pretend you’re outside during the day, just go to the artificial sunroom you made.” How many more things was Cian going to change or add to this mansion just to please his woman? This was my house, too.

  “She’s right, Lane. These old eyes of ours have been too long in the dark. I think we should give it a try. At least one window to see.”

  Fuck. Maybe I was just too broody today. “One window,” I agreed. “But don’t count on me when it comes time to test it out. I know what it’s like being caught out in the sun. The amount of time it takes to become completely incapacitated is seconds. Not a fun day in my book.”

  “I’ll try it first,” Maggie said, and I gave her a sideways glare that she didn’t catch.

  “No. I will,” my twin, the goddamn hero said. He was six and a half minutes older, but we were as different as fire and water.

  “But if it’s me, Ari won’t have as hard a time picking me up if it doesn’t work,” Maggie countered.

  “She’s got a point, brother.” I grabbed the drink from his hand and took a sip while he frowned at me. But he didn’t stop me. “You should have brought me one,” I said as I handed it back to him. Ari, our mortal friend, our treasured human confidante, took care of all the things that we couldn’t in the daylight. The sun wouldn’t kill us, but it hurt like a motherfucker. If Maggie were to become ill from the sun’s rays, I’d be sad, but not as devastated as if something were to happen to Cian. Maybe I was a cold-hearted bastard, but I was only being real.

  “Hey, you’re all up. Great! I have some good news and some bad news.” The sweet, lyrical voice that belonged to the ‘good and bad news’ was Vanessa. I squeezed my eyes shut at the sound of her sensual vocalization, wishing she would just go away. She wasn’t only Magdalena’s best friend, she was also a witch. Being human was bad enough, I didn’t need the extra added irritant of a witch hanging around.

  “Oh, good. The witch has some news to share. Perhaps we should all grab a drink so we can listen without choking on our own saliva at the usual absurdness,” I said flippantly. But in truth, my statement only represented my unwarranted feelings toward the woman; however, a drink was most definitely required if I were to stay and listen. Which I shouldn’t. But I would, because now that she was here, all I wanted to do was stay. Bask in her delicious smells, the melodic sound of her voice, her slender and shapely legs. Though I pretended not to notice her, I never missed a thing about her. I walked over to the credenza and poured myself a generous two fingers of scotch; then added in a little more for good measure.

  The witch’s blonde hair was too thick, with long, beautiful curls dyed a pretty, vibrant pink at the tips. Her eyes were too green and bright, I could practically see myself in them. Her lips were too plump and always looked ready to kiss. The curves of her body tormented me, especially when she wore those skintight workout pants she always seemed to parade around in. Tonight, she wore a short, emerald-green skirt that brightened the color of her eyes even more. It didn’t help that her top was low-cut, dipping down to the center of her abdomen, giving me a hint of the lean, tight muscles of her stomach that I ached to run my tongue over. Even her last name sounded decadent and sinful. Creamer. It was very difficult to keep my cock from growing stiff as a board inside my pants whenever I was around her.

  But I had rules. No humans, and especially no fucking witches.

  Chapter Two

  Vanessa

  “Bite me, Lane.” I waved the vampire off as if his flippant rudeness had no effect on me and walked to stand next to Mags. Unable to keep my head up and meet his daunting gaze, I draped my arm over my best friend’s shoulders and gripped Cian’s arm that was already there. I was a good six inches taller than Magdalena, which put the top of her head even with Cian’s fine pecs and the bottom of my chin.

  Lane bared his fangs at me and smirked. “I would, but I’m fairly certain your blood is toxic.” His British accent was saturated with his aversion of me.

  I chewed on my bottom lip. Don’t let him get to you. Don’t pay any attention to the rude vampire who makes your blood run thick with passion whenever you are in the same room with him. A passion I’d never quite experienced before. A sensation I never thought I’d want or desire. But Lane DeMarco had a certain magn
etism that always pulled at the strings of my heart, even though I knew I would never measure up to his expectations or be the type of woman he’d ever want to be with. I’d tried so hard to resist the feelings, but I always failed. And here I was, failing again as I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He stood larger than life in those black leather pants he rocked when he performed. The ribbed tank he wore clung tightly to an impressively chiseled chest that I’d only dreamed of touching.

  “Well, which one do you want first, the good or the bad?” I managed to get out without too much gravel in my voice from the hurt and anger Lane instilled. His words stamped my self-esteem down farther than the depths it already existed. The act of total confidence I managed to portray day in and day out had been much easier before I’d set eyes on Lane.

  “Give us the good news first,” Mags said.

  “Oh, be still my dead heart. I cannot wait.”

  I sucked in a breath and ignored Lane again. Or, at least I tried. “The good news is…my cousin, Jillian, is coming to visit. We haven’t seen each other since we were kids. She lives back East.”

  “Another witch?” Lane barked.

  “No, she’s a distant cousin. She doesn’t possess any magic that I know of. That should put your demented, clouded mind at ease.” I snuck a peek at him, pleased to see his jaw twitch with irritation. Proud of myself for being so quick to put him in his place. “I think her great-grandfather was one of the brothers of my great-grandmother. Or something like that. Anyway, the men in the family never inherit any of the natural endowments, so they don’t get passed down on that side of the family. It takes a strong woman to wield the powers of witchcraft.” My voice dripped with smugness, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at how ridiculous I sounded.

  “Well, that’s good. One is bad enough.”

  I exhaled a heavy breath, wishing he didn’t hate me so much. Wishing I knew why he hated me.