by Brenda Joyce
Praise for New York Times bestselling author
BRENDA JOYCE’S
MASTERS OF TIME® SERIES
Dark Embrace
“A Perfect 10. Brenda Joyce has created a tale that is full to overflowing with emotion. Passionate, heartbreaking, hopeful, and entertaining, Dark Embrace is a novel you do not want to miss. I recommend it highly.”
—Romance Reviews Today
“Known for her intensity of emotion and superlative storytelling, Joyce draws you into a new Masters of Time® novel that will blow you away with its unforgettable alpha hero and a willful heroine who feels his pain across the centuries.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews, top pick
Dark Rival
“The supporting characters are excellent, the sex scenes are plentiful…and the plot thick, making this sophomore series entry a fine entertainment, sure to gratify fans of the bestselling kickoff.”
—Publishers Weekly
“For intense emotions, power-packed writing, alpha males and building sexual tension, Joyce is unrivaled.”
—Romantic Times BOOKreviews, top pick
“A novel that will rivet your attention from the first page to the last.”
—Romance Reviews Today
Dark Seduction
“Bestselling author Joyce kicks off her Masters of Time® series with a master’s skill, instantly elevating her to the top ranks of the ever-growing list of paranormal romance authors…. Steeped in action and sensuality, populated by sexy warriors and strong women, graced with lush details and a captivating story…superlative.”
—Publishers Weekly, starred review
For my readers
This one’s for all of you who have helped make this series such a success. Thank you!
BRENDA JOYCE
DARK LOVER
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoy reading Dark Lover, the last installment of the Rose trilogy, as much as I enjoyed writing it. When I started THE MASTERS OF TIME®, I really didn’t realize how much this world would grow and evolve, and all the undertones it would have. I am really enjoying taking the paranormal wherever my muse leads me. Nor did I realize how exciting it would be for me to do strong, modern women, but mostly it is the damaged, dark heroes who are making this series so exciting.
In Dark Lover, both the heroine, Sam, and the hero, Ian, were departures for me as an author, and I had a blast putting the two of them together. Once they were on the same page, they pretty much wrote their own story, as I am sure you will see. I look forward to doing other strong, contemporary heroines, and heroes as dark and damaged as Ian. In fact, I do believe that Jan Bentley is in for the shock of her life….
In the previous books it has been hinted that Jan lost her lover, a fellow agent, in the field in the past, possibly in Roman times. She has been true to their love ever since, or so rumor claims. Nick was there, and as you know, he blames himself for every agent lost in time. Little did she or Nick know, the gods had plans for Alex and did not allow him to die. Nor did they simply resurrect him and turn him into a Master of Time….
Jan has lived with his death for a couple of decades. For Alex, their love died centuries ago—centuries in which he survived slavery in Roman times, bloody clan wars as early Scotland was settled, and the loss of several families. And through it all he was a mortal—as you know by now, sometimes the gods truly test the would-be masters. And when their paths finally cross, Jan can barely recognize him. Alex might have the same eyes, the same face, the same body (just hundreds of years older and heavily scarred), but he does not have the same heart or the same soul…. I can’t wait to start writing Dark Resurrection.
If you haven’t tried my historical romances yet, you might want to consider checking out An Impossible Attraction, on sale in March 2010. It continues the saga of the great de Warenne family and, as always, is a tale of power and passion, tragedy and triumph—and romance. Alexandra Bolton gave up marriage to her true love nine years ago, when her mother died, in order to care for her family. Now the family is in disgrace, her father having gambled away their entire fortune, and Alexandra actually sews for a living. Stephen Mowbray, the Duke of Clarewood, is the most powerful peer in the realm (and a bastard de Warenne). Haunted by his past, he lives in “splendid isolation,” and is accused of being cold and heartless. His life begins to change when he meets Alexandra, whom he decides to take as a lover. As he begins his pursuit, she is determined to refuse him, but fate has other plans for them. An Impossible Attraction is about pride and passion, sacrifice and betrayal, and love won and lost, then won all over again. And, as always, the de Warenne adage holds true: a de Warenne loves once and forever, or not at all.
Happy reading!
Brenda Joyce
DARK LOVER
CONTENTS
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 ONE
New York City, July 18, 2009
SAM ROSE WAS in a really lousy mood, until she saw the memo on her desk. “Party tonight at seven at Rupert Hemmer’s. Bring stilettos and wear red.”
She slowly smiled. Great, she shot back in an e-mail to her boss. I haven’t been to a good party in ages.
It was three in the afternoon and she had just come into work, but she wasn’t late. Evil played at night, which meant she worked at night, because her job was hunting down the bad guys and doing them in. In fact, she’d been hunting evil since she was twelve years old—since the day her mother had been murdered.
It was ancient history now. Sam could think about Laura as she’d last seen her, even recalling her pale lifeless face, without a pang of sorrow or sadness. She’d learned long ago how to turn off any impending compassion. No Slayer could get the job done if he or she started feeling sorry for evil’s victims. Laura’s death had been Fate. Every Rose woman had a destiny, and hers was to be a Slayer.
That day, the need to vanquish evil had been branded into her soul. Now Sam looked forward to the night. Others feared the shadows—as they should; she thrilled when the moon rose. Others feared the sound of heavy breathing behind them; she relished evil daring to pursue her. Let it try! She hunted with a vengeance—literally.
Nick Forrester had recruited her into the Historical Crimes Unit at CDA almost a year ago, ending her years of cruising as a vigilante. The Center for Demonic Activity was a clandestine government agency founded by Thomas Jefferson, who’d established the agency shortly after his presidency had begun. He’d believed then, as was believed now, that the public couldn’t handle the truth.
Sam agreed. If the public ever knew that evil was a race ruled by the great Satan and intent on destroying humanity, chaos would ensue. It was hard enough saving the day as it was, without everyone running around in a state of abject fear and mass hysteria. It was definitely better that the public thought crime was simply out of control and society in a state of impending anarchy. Sometimes, listening to the news anchors and the accompanying social commentary, Sam would laugh at their politically correct theories.
Now, thinking about her boss’s memo, Sam was thoughtful. Rupert Hemmer was a middle-aged developer who was on his fourth or fifth trophy wife; he was the city’s mo
st notorious billionaire. She recalled reading or hearing something about a big bash for his wife’s birthday. But Nick didn’t travel in those circles, and he did not do parties. This was not a social occasion. And that meant Hemmer’s party had bad vibes attached to it. Hemmer, as rich and powerful as he was, might even be one of the bad guys. In any case, he was not your ordinary guy and his guests wouldn’t be ordinary, either. Sam was gleeful. Tonight promised to be fun.
Sam made the mistake of glancing at the tear-off calendar on her desk and all glee vanished. She smiled grimly at the date. In four more days, it would be her birthday.
Last year, they’d all been together. This year, her sister, Tabby, and her cousin, Brie, were gone.
Abruptly, Sam brought her PC out of sleep mode. She refused to acknowledge the pang that went through her. Of course she missed Tabby and Brie. She missed their best friend, Allie, too. Allie was a Healer and Tabby was a witch, and Brie had her own gifts. They’d fought to protect and defend civilians together for years, because that was what Rose women had been doing for generations. Now she worked alone. And that was just fine. Brie and Tabby had met their destiny in the past, as had Allie. In truth, as smart as Brie had been, she’d been a bit of a klutz, and Tabby’s spells had been erratic. Sam had always had to keep one eye on them while fighting off their enemies, especially after Allie had left them. Now, she could focus on evil and the Innocent. It was so much simpler.
The bottom line was that a Slayer was meant to live alone, fight alone, and eventually, die alone. And that was as it should be.
So she’d spend her birthday alone. Who cared? She’d pick up a hottie and before she even knew it, the day would have passed. Sam flipped the calendar over and Tabby’s photograph faced her. It was Sam’s favorite picture of her sister. Tabby wore her pearls, reminding her of how gentle and classic her sister had been.
Tabby remained gentle and classic, she reminded herself—just in another time.
She turned the photo over and started to do a search within HCU’s immense database on Rupert Hemmer. As she did, someone rapped on her open door. Sam felt his power without seeing who it was and was annoyed as she looked up.
MacGregor grinned. “What happened to you last night? Only one kill and two escapes?”
“Get lost,” she said. He’d brought down five full demons last night.
“Boy toy must have worn you out.”
“He sure did,” she lied. Everyone knew she was a very liberated woman. She used men the way a playboy used women, and why not? She liked and needed sex. Except, she’d been off her game for a few months now. Her sex drive had been lacking. She was almost ready to wonder about it. “And you can’t stand it, can you?”
“You’ll come around,” MacGregor said with his usual arrogance. He’d been coming on to her ever since she’d begun working at HCU. “Sooner or later, you’ll figure out what you’re missing, Sam.”
“You’re too old for me.” She shrugged. He was probably thirty to her almost twenty-eight.
He laughed and walked away as a young, dark-haired woman poked her head into her office. “Got a moment?”
Sam leaned back in her desk chair. “Sure.” She considered Kit Mars somewhat of a friend, now that Tabby, Allie and Brie were gone. Kit was her own age, and as fervent about the war on evil as she was. She’d been recruited out of the NYPD Vice Unit, and even though she was still officially a rookie at the agency, she was tough and sharp and good to have around in the middle of the night. Once in a while, they even had a drink together.
Kit sauntered in, a newspaper in her hand. As usual, she didn’t wear any makeup. She really didn’t have to—she had striking, handsome features. She slapped the New York Times down on Sam’s desk, then glanced at the down-turned calendar and photograph. Sam felt as if she’d been caught red-handed in a crime.
Kit hesitated. “It’s okay to miss your sister.”
Sam grimaced and put the photo back in its proper position and place. “What are you, a mind reader now?” She spoke calmly.
“I don’t have to read your mind to know how hard it is to lose a sibling.”
“I didn’t lose a sibling. Tabby’s alive and well, somewhere in medieval Scotland, making magic with her Highlander.” The moment Sam spoke, she was sorry for her sharp words. Kit’s twin sister had died in her arms in Jerusalem when they were only eighteen.
“Yes, she is,” Kit said seriously. “But she’s not here, is she?”
Sam stiffened. “Do you really want to get on my case?”
Kit winced. “No, I don’t, but I know how close you were. I still miss Kelly. I was just trying to be kind.”
Sam inhaled. “Okay. Be kind. But take my advice. Kind and caring won’t get the demons dead. It will get you dead.”
Kit grimaced. “I’m working on it,” she finally said.
Sam couldn’t read minds, but she knew Kit was thinking she was a real hard-ass. “Good. That will make Papa Nick proud. So, what’s this?” Sam pulled the newspaper forward. Her eyes widened at the sight of Rupert Hemmer’s photograph on the front page and then she was thoroughly diverted by the accompanying headline. Hemmer Acquires Rare Celtic Manuscript For 212 Million.
Sam dragged the paper forward, her excitement instantaneous. There had been an auction at Sotheby’s the night before, and Hemmer had bought a page from a centuries-old Celtic manuscript, believed to be the oldest written Celtic text ever discovered. Sam cried out as she kept reading. Historians claimed the page was part of an ancient and holy book called the Duisean, which had been enshrined in a monastery on the island of Iona in medieval times. Some historians thought that the shrine had been guarded by a secret brotherhood of pagan warrior knights, and that the book had been the key to their power in the medieval world.
Sam looked up, her pulse racing. She happened to know that the Duisean existed. In fact, parts of it were believed to be floating around the present time. As for the secret warrior society, it existed, too. She was smiling now. “Did you get an invite to Hemmer’s tonight?”
Kit nodded. “Yeah, I did. And I’d already seen this earlier today, but I didn’t read it or notice the bit about the Duisean. Now it’s starting to make sense. Sam, he had the page transported to his penthouse last night in an armored vehicle. He has an extensive art collection there, and apparently he keeps it in an impregnable vault.”
So that was why they were going to the Hemmers’. Locating whatever they could from the ancient book was on HCU’s master agenda. Sam stared at Kit as she sat down in a chair facing the desk.
Nick probably knew more about the secret brotherhood than any other person living in modern times. Last year, Brie had been abducted by a medieval Highlander who had been turned to evil. Brie had also worked at CDA and Nick was notoriously obsessed with not “losing” agents in time. He’d chosen Sam to go back to help him find Brie. When she and Nick had brought her cousin back to New York, Brie had been thoroughly debriefed. The warriors called themselves Masters; at HCU, they’d been dubbed the Masters of Time.
Of course, Brie had gone back to Aidan of Awe anyway, having fallen in love with him even before helping him return to the Brotherhood. But HCU had gained lots of new information to play with—including the possibility that the missing Duisean might be in New York City, and in the hands of a great demon.
Sam’s excitement increased. She believed in the Duisean. The Rose women had their own book, the Book of Roses, which contained all the magic and wisdom entrusted to them by higher powers, and passed down through the generations. The Book was now in Tabby’s keeping—it was always in the keeping of a Rose witch. One of the Highlanders had come for it, to bring it back to her. Why wouldn’t the Masters of Time have a book of power? They were a warrior society sworn to protect Innocence, and they needed warrior powers to do so. It just made sense.
“Is Hemmer evil?” Sam asked flatly. Finding the Duisean—and making sure it did not fall into the wrong hands—was a priority.
“I wo
ndered that myself. I already checked, and there is a file on him. It’s flagged for possible demonic connections.”
“That could make him anything—the real deal, a mixed breed or possessed.” Sam wet her lips. “But it doesn’t matter. He can’t have any part of the Duisean. Shit.” It began to dawn on her how dangerous a demon or a half demon could become, if armed with power meant for the good guys.
“It might not be authentic, Sam,” Kit pointed out.
“Yeah. We need to see it up close and personal.” She was wry. “Where are the near-immortals when you need one?”
Kit ignored that. “Getting into that vault is almost impossible and it won’t happen tonight,” she said. “No one goes into that vault without Hemmer, and he’s very picky about who he invites for a viewing.”
Sam deliberately folded her arms and crossed her long, sculpted legs. Her idea of a great day was competing in a triathlon. She also ran marathons, kick-boxed, biked and skied. She was wearing her usual denim miniskirt, this one gray and frayed, with a studded belt and midcalf, high-heeled tan boots, despite the heat. She wagged her booted foot at Kit.
“I agree,” Kit said, grinning. “You’re the most likely candidate to persuade him to take you into the vault.”
Based on his memo, Nick obviously thought so, too. In spite of his new wife, Hemmer was notorious for his infidelities. Tonight, he’d be toast.
“No one is persuading Hemmer of anything tonight,” Nick Forrester said, walking into their midst. He was a tall, good-looking man and a legend in the agency—for his conquests, both demonic and not, and because of the rumors that he’d been around for decades, although he appeared to be in his late thirties. He was controlling, which was annoying, but damned good at organizing and directing the war on evil—and he’d die for any of his agents. Sam hated to admit it, but she liked him. And she respected him immensely.