Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

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Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

Postby Lynsay on March 25th, 2010, 3:53 pm

“You’re only a hundred years younger than Lucian?” Armand asked with surprise. “You seem a lot younger.”

“Why thank you!” She turned and beamed a smile on him that had Armand almost sighing, and then she stuck out her hand, “Hello, I’m Eshe d’Aureus and you’re Armand Argeneau.”

“Yes.” He took her hand and shook it, smiling at how small and soft it felt in his own. “So why aren’t you as grumpy as Lucian? I always thought it was his age.”

Eshe snorted at the suggestion. “Not hardly. Father time over there just likes to carry the weight of the world—not to mention passing time--on his shoulders like a Vampiric Atlas. Me? I enjoy life to the best of my abilities and leave Lucian and others like him to be the grump masters.”

“There are others like Lucian?” Armand asked with doubt.

Eshe raised her eyebrows. “Not travelled much in Europe? Because there are a ton of them over there. Especially Britain. Even the mortal males when they get older are grumpy and bossy in Britain. I think it’s a law or something.”
Armand was just smiling at what she said and trying to think of something to encourage her continued disrespect of Lucian--which was incredibly fresh and exciting in a turning him on kind of way to Armand—when his cell phone began to chirp it’s funeral dirge. Grimacing, he slipped it from his pocket, flipped it open and pressed it to his ear, wincing when Paul, his manager at the farm, began to squawk in panicked tones. When the man paused to take a breath, he took the opportunity to say, “I’m on my way. I’m only at the diner. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

“Trouble at home?” Lucian asked dryly as Armand snapped the phone closed and slipped it back in his pocket.

Armand nodded and began to slide out of the booth as Eshe got out to make way for him. “One of my dairy cows is calving and there’s a problem with the birth.”

“I thought you had a wheat farm?” Eshe asked, glancing up with surprise in her eyes as he straightened beside her.

“I do, but we have a couple of dairy cows too and some chickens, goats . . .” He shrugged. “Most farmers keep them to save on groceries.”

“And what do you do with them?” she asked curiously, assuming correctly that he didn’t eat.

“My manager takes some of the goods, but mostly we supply meat and eggs and milk to the diner here.”

“We’ll follow you home,” Lucian announced, hurriedly shoving more food into his mouth.

“Take your time. I’ll be down at the barn, but make yourselves at home. The front door is always unlocked.” When Lucian raised an eyebrow at that, he said wryly, “It’s the country. No one bothers anyone out here and crime is pretty rare.”

He waited just long enough for Lucian to grunt an acknowledgement and then smiled at Eshe and strode out of the diner. He could feel her watching him as he left and wished he could watch her too. She was a beautiful woman and he was looking forward to her company at the farm. His manager handled things during the day and had the evenings off and Armand was usually alone there. It would be nice to have someone to talk to for a change, especially someone he found attractive. It had been a long time since he’d found anyone attractive in more than a passing fancy kind of way. Even his second and third wives hadn’t been that attractive to him. His affection for them had been based more in friendship and companionship than in pure animal lust. Armand suspected it was going to be difficult to keep his distance from the lovely Eshe d’Aureus. . . and wasn’t even sure if he really wanted to anyway.

Eshe watched Armand walk out of the restaurant, her eyes sliding from his broad shoulders to the narrow waist and then down over his behind and legs. He had a confident walk with a hint of a swagger that was purely unconscious she was sure, a natural rolling of his feet and shifting of hips as he moved. His broad shoulders remained straight, his head high. With his rugged features and silver blue eyes, she hadn’t been able to help but notice that he was a good looking man, but then she hadn’t met an Argeneau male who wasn’t. They weren’t all classically handsome, but they had a certain something. Armand seemed to have been gifted with a little extra helping of that certain something.

“You should see if you can read him.”

Eshe glanced around with surprise at that comment from Lucian. He was halfway through his meal and eating quickly. She settled back in the booth to watch him, eyeing the food curiously. It smelled good, she noted and asked in a distracted voice, “Why would I want to do that?”

“The real question is why haven’t you already done so?” he said dryly, scooping up potatoes and peas together onto his fork. “I have known you a long time, Eshe. You read every newcomer you encounter . . . whether they are mortal or immortal.”

Eshe scowled at him as he popped the food into his mouth, mostly because he was right. She wouldn’t admit this to anyone, but she was eager to meet a new life mate and enjoy the peace and passion she had enjoyed with her first life mate for several centuries. Life was terribly drab and boring without the vibrancy a life mate brought to it. That being the case, the first thing she usually did on meeting someone was try to read them. Although try wasn’t the correct term since she hadn’t yet met anyone she couldn’t read. The only reason she could think that she hadn’t read Armand was that she had been too busy annoying Lucian. It was a pass time she’d enjoyed for centuries. After living so long, life could get a bit boring at times. A gal had to amuse herself somehow.

Still, it was unusual for her to not read newcomers, and Eshe had to wonder why she hadn’t. Shrugging the question aside, she glanced to Lucian.

“So did he buy your story about me needing a safe house?” she asked quietly as she watched Armand Argeneau get in his pickup and pull out of the parking lot.

Lucian nodded without even glancing her way. “Why wouldn’t he?”

Eshe made a face. “I suppose. It’s not like he knows me. If he knew me he wouldn’t think I was willing to hide out anywhere.”

“Hmmm,” Lucian murmured, finishing off his food. “Well, do me a favor and try not to make that too obvious while you’re down here.”

“Right,” she murmured and then when he pushed his plate away and stood up, she rose as well and asked curiously, “Do you really think he could have killed his wives?”

“No,” Lucian acknowledged, digging out his wallet to throw a twenty on the table. “But then I didn’t think Jean Claude could do what he did either.”

Eshe frowned as she retrieved her helmet from the table. She followed him toward the diner door, asking, “Why don’t you just read him and see if he did it? For that matter, why didn’t you read Jean Claude?”

“Because I couldn’t.”

The words startled her so much that Eshe stopped walking. She could understand his not being able to read Jean Claude who had been his twin, but Armand . . . “You’re four hundred years older than Armand.”

Pausing at the door, Lucian glanced back and grimaced. “For some reason--which I’ve never been able to work out--there are some siblings and even one or two nieces and nephews in the family that I can’t read.”

“Really?” Eshe asked with interest as she finally began to move again and joined him by the door. “I didn’t know that.”

“It’s not something I advertise,” he said dryly, pushing through the door.

“No, I suppose not,” she murmured, trailing him outside. “So, why do you suspect Armand? It’s not just because you can’t read him.”

“No it’s not,” he agreed, walking to a dark van parked several feet past her motorcycle. “And it’s not that I suspect him so much as I don’t feel I can afford not to. As far as I can tell, his being their husband is the only connection between his three wives. And then Annie was his son’s wife.”

“And Nicholas wasn’t killed, just put on the run to prevent his discovering whatever it is Annie might have learned,” Eshe murmured thoughtfully. She knew the whole story. Armand Argeneau had lost three wives to “accidents.” Each more than a hundred years apart and each after marrying him and giving birth to one child. His daughter-in-law had also died in a tragic and somewhat freak accident after marrying his son. Annie had been pregnant, but hadn’t yet given birth to what would have been their first child when she died. Both had perished in that freak accident. More important to the situation was that it appeared Annie had been asking questions about the deaths of Armand’s wives before her sudden death, and while speaking to Nicholas on the phone the night before her accident, she told him she had something to tell him when he got home. However, she died before she could tell him whatever that was and when Nicholas had set out some weeks later to ask Annie’s friend if she knew what it was his wife had wanted to tell him, he had somehow ended up in his basement with a dead mortal in his arms, her blood in his mouth and a blank spot in his memory.

Nicholas, a rogue hunter Eshe had worked with a couple of times before these events, had been on the run since that night fifty years ago, but had recently turned himself in to save his new life mate. However, Annie’s phone call and the blank spot where the murder of the mortal should have been were enough to make Lucian reluctant to execute him as was expected. Instead he’d assigned Eshe the task of sorting out the mess and finding out what really happened to Armand’s wives, and hopefully, Annie and Nicholas. It was a pretty demanding task, almost impossible to do since Armand’s first wife had died in 1449.

“Follow me to the house,” Lucian said as he got into his van.

Eshe merely nodded and moved to her motorcycle, pulling her helmet on as she went. Her actions were automatic as she mounted and started the bike, her mind on Armand Argeneau and the possibility that he had had something to do with the deaths of his wives and then Annie. It definitely wouldn’t be a happy thought to anyone who knew and cared at all for the Argeneau clan and Eshe was one of those people. The Argeneaus were presently enjoying a happy period after centuries of misery and oppression by Lucian’s brother Jean Claude and didn’t need this kind of thing to blight their happiness.

Sighing, she forced herself to focus on the task at hand and followed Lucian’s van out of the parking lot.

Armand’s farm wasn’t far from the diner which was probably good since—despite her best efforts—Eshe couldn’t get her mind off thoughts of Armand Argeneau. It kept replaying the few moments in the restaurant, the rough base of his voice, and the way his eyes twinkled when he smiled. It left her little attention for driving, but Eshe automatically slowed when the van’s break lights came on, then forced herself to concentrate as she followed it onto a long paved driveway lined with trees. The trees were old and large, their branches stretching like a canopy over the road and blocking out the stars overhead. It was actually startling when they suddenly fell away on either side, revealing an old Victorian farmhouse.

Eshe stopped behind the van when it came to a halt, and then drove around to park beside it on the circular drive in front of the house. Her eyes travelled over the building as she did. It was an old Victorian gabled farm house of yellow brick with gingerbread trim and a porch that ran its length along the front. The porch rail ran along both sides of a set of four steps, leading up to double doors that were dead center in the front of the building. One of the inner wooden doors was open, allowing light to spill out of the closed screen door as well as the windows on either side, adding to the illumination from the porch light that shone over the doors in a welcoming manner.

Eshe turned off her motorcycle and disembarked, her gaze sliding over the abode with interest as she removed her helmet. While the building was old, it was in good repair, either tended with love over the hundred or so years since it had been built, or refurbished at some point and restored to its original glory. Her guess would have been well tended rather than refurbished; the gingerbread trim and wavy window glass looked authentic to her.

“Your guess would be right,” Lucian announced appearing at her side.

Eshe scowled at him for reading her mind, a rude habit the man had and never apologized for, and then her gaze slid to the cooler he carried and she breathed out a little sigh at the thought of the blood it probably contained. Lucian’s call had woken her up mid-afternoon and she’d been in such a rush to get down here, that she hadn’t thought to feed before leaving. She was beginning to feel it.

Lucian smiled faintly at her thoughts and waved her forward. “Then lead the way and you can have a bag or two while I put the rest of these in Armand’s refrigerator.”

Eshe nodded, retrieved her bag from the CruzPac on the back of her motorcycle and started toward the house.
“That’s it? That’s your idea of packing for a trip?” Lucian asked eyeing her bag with disbelief.

“What were you expecting? A steamer trunk?” she asked dryly. “Besides, I wasn’t sure how country folk dress. I thought I’d buy a couple of things down here once I figure that out.”

“You make it sound like farmers are another race entirely,” Lucian said half with disgust and half with amusement.

“As if you don’t think the same thing,” she said dryly, and then added, “Besides, they are as far as I can tell.” Eshe shook her head as she admitted, “I just don’t understand why anyone would bury themselves out here in the back woods. I had enough of that nonsense in the dark ages, thank you very much. Outhouses hold no attraction for me. I prefer city living.”

“I believe they have plumbing out here now,” Lucian said with amusement.

“They didn’t the last time I was on a farm.”

“When was that?”

“When we were hunting that rogue down in Arkansas,” she answered with a shudder. The living conditions in the nest had been positively brutal. She’d actually felt she was doing the rogue and his little mini rogues a favor by putting them out of their misery. That had been one of their kill order hunts, the rogues had already been investigated and judged, but their hide out just discovered.

“For God’s sake, woman, that was seventy or eighty years ago.”

“Not long enough ago for me to forget,” she said with another shudder.

“If I’d known it was going to scar you, I wouldn’t have included you in that hunt,” he said dryly.

“Yeah, right,” she snorted. “More like you would have made me hit all the farmhouses with outhouses after that. Why do you think I didn’t let you know how much it bothered me at the time? You’re a sadistic bastard, Lucian. You would have seen it as your duty to desensitize me to the situation.”

Lucian’s answer was a grunt as she held the screen door for him to enter ahead of her.

“So how long are you staying, anyway?” she asked as he moved past her and started up the long hall. It had several doors leading off of it and a set of stairs on one side leading to the second level. Lucian had obviously been here before, he headed straight up the hall toward the back of the house.

“Long enough to talk to Armand again and then I’m heading back.”

“I figured when I saw that Leigh wasn’t with you,” Eshe admitted with a smile as she mentioned his life mate. The two were rarely apart and she’d honestly expected to find the woman at the diner with Lucian and Armand when she’d arrived.

“She and Marguerite are having a girl’s night out, some time at the spa, dinner, and a movie,” Lucian announced as he led the way into the last room on the back left side of the house. “I’d like to be home before her if I can.”

Eshe murmured acknowledgement of his comment, but her attention was on the room they’d entered. The light was off, but enough of it was streaming in from the hallway that Eshe could see it was a country style kitchen with wide plank wood floors, a brick-faced outer wall, three inner walls painted what appeared to be a sunny yellow, an island by the refrigerator and what appeared to be an old fashioned wood burning stove. The name Elmira on the front told her that it was probably a gas stove, specially designed to appear to be authentic to the Victorian home.

Her gaze shifted to Lucian as he set the cooler on the stone topped island. When Eshe paused beside him, he opened the container, retrieved a bag of blood and handed it to her.

Eshe murmured a thank you, leaned her hip against the island, opened her mouth, waited for her fangs to slide down and then quickly popped the bag to them.

Lucian then turned to open the refrigerator behind him. When he peered inside and grunted, Eshe shifted to look around his shoulder. Her eyebrows rose when she saw there wasn’t a single bag of blood inside. Either they had arrived between deliveries or Armand kept his blood supply somewhere else.

Shaking his head, Lucian turned back to begin transferring the blood bags from the cooler to the refrigerator and Eshe backed up a couple of steps to give him room. The bag at her mouth was nearly empty and Lucian was turning to set two bags in the refrigerator when he suddenly dropped them and whirled toward her, his hand shooting over her shoulder and past her head.

Eshe heard a choked sound from directly behind her and quickly glanced over her shoulder. Her eyes widened incredulously as she saw the man dangling in the air behind her, Lucian’s hand around his throat and a knife clenched in one hand.
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Re: Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

Postby susan60625 on March 25th, 2010, 7:23 pm

Lynsay you are just EVIL!!!!!!!!! We have to wait five months more and this is how you leave us? EVIL! EVIL! EVIL! :twisted:

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Re: Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

Postby rockie on March 25th, 2010, 8:07 pm

OMG, Why couldn't we art least finds out who Lucian was holding by the throat!!
That was EVIL!!!!!!!!! I agree with Sue!!
I can't wait for it to come out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Re: Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

Postby Lynsay on March 25th, 2010, 8:36 pm

Oh . . . erm . . . sorry about that, I just grabbed the whole first chapter. Didn't think where it ended. I'll have to . . . hmmm, well, maybe after I get this story done I can try my hand at one of the games again and post another chapter or something.. Sorry guys.

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Re: Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

Postby Copper on March 26th, 2010, 5:44 am

WaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhWaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh WaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhWaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh ............... its just not fair why why why Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh wa wa I think that you should push forward the publishing :D

but in all sincerity I just love this place Lynsay you have if only for these little moments where we get early glimpses and hints from you Im so glad I came across your books and this webpage I don't know any other places like this its very special :D

ps now I buttered you up can I get more :P
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Re: Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

Postby lisa on March 26th, 2010, 7:48 pm

Lynsay,... Lynsay, you are not evil. ( no no no no...tsk tsk)* shakes head* You are just misunderstood! I think with lots of group therapy and talking things out with us here on the forum you will undestand that you are a great person, with wonderful ideas. And this is just the group that needs therapy! :D I think you need to talk alot! you know, any little problem with the flow of the story etc. We are here to help you! ;) Remember, you only need to talk it out and this is the perfect place! :lol: We are here for you Lynsay, and I think you need to play lots and lots of games with us also and post often, so you can share the ideas with us. ;)


( think she fell for it guys?)

Seriously, Lynsay, that was a great excerpt!!! You are totally BRILLIANT!!! Now we are all getting antsy for the rest of the story. Are you sure you editor didnt put you up to this to boost pre-orders? :lol: Thanks for the sneak peek!
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Re: Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

Postby Lynsay on March 26th, 2010, 9:06 pm

LOL. Thank you, and I shall seriously consider bouncing ideas off you guys, lol.

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Re: Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

Postby sin on March 26th, 2010, 9:14 pm

Lynsay wrote:LOL. Thank you, and I shall seriously consider bouncing ideas off you guys, lol.

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Re: Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

Postby Lynsay on March 26th, 2010, 9:21 pm

LOL Sin
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Re: Part two of promised Born To Bite excerpt (who said game)

Postby grlnxtdr29 on March 27th, 2010, 12:05 am

I am More than willing to Proof Read anything you write before it goes to the Publisher! I'm pretty good at catching Mistakes, so I could point them out to you and let you correct them before the first printing!
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