Can't Stop-Smoke
By Claudy Conn
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Grail Wilder is the Dark Lord of New Orleans and the nightclub, Hazard, he runs for paranormals.
One night, she walked into Hazard and like her name, Smoke, she got in his face.
The problem? He hated vampires, but then, she wasn’t so thrilled with being one.
They are thrown together by a prophecy and that prophecy takes them to hell and back.
Claudy Conn
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Claudy Conn is a multi published author who got her start with her bestselling historical/regency romances.She tells us that she fell in love with the fantasy/paranormal genre and created a world of paranormal.She hopes you will read and enjoy and join her on her facebook where she loves to interact with her readers.page.http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claudy-Conn-Paranormal-Romance-Author/135826686471445
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Can't Stop-Smoke - Claudy Conn
CONTENTS
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
About Claudy
Copyright Page
Can’t Stop—Smoke
By Claudy Conn at Smashwords
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Copyright © 2019 by Claudy Conn
Edited by: Alicia Carmical
Cover Artist: Dawn Sullivan
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Prologue:
THE FIRST TIME I SAW him, I stood in a dark corner of the lower galley of the paranormal club known as Hazard.
The dance floor overflowed with every kind of supernatural that resided in New Orleans. The pulse was erotic. Everyone seemed bent on letting loose and having a good time.
And then, he stepped out of a black cloud.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away as I watched him walk up to the massive bar, with a swagger all his own. He surveyed the surroundings of the infamous club. His glance went wide, and then high to the upper galley where all the tables and chairs were taken.
Besides freezing me in my tracks with his holy good gosh, good looks, I noticed he didn’t smile. His expression seemed…confident, maybe even arrogant. He behaved as though he owned the world jazzing all around him.
He actually did. He owned Hazard, and maybe, some of the patrons as well.
I had heard a great deal about him. His name was Grail Wilder, though the supernaturals called him, The Dark Lord
. The talk was that he was the most dangerous supernatural in all of Louisiana, but especially here in his home base of New Orleans.
I had heard very few paranormals ever tried to cross him and those that did…if they lived, regretted that decision.
I looked him over again. I was intrigued by the height and breadth of the man, by the black layered waves of hair that fell to his shoulders, by his mannerisms. Something about the way he moved sent shivers through me.
I had come to this place—this club that catered to any and all paranormals out of sheer boredom.
I wasn’t bored anymore.
I tried not to stare at him and picked up my shot of vodka and drank it down.
A bushy-haired guy who barely hid the fact that he was a werewolf sidled over to me and said, Hey blondie, can I buy you another?
No, but thanks,
I told him. I didn’t come to mingle. I didn’t come to dance. I came to Hazard to have a look at the Dark Lord. I had heard enough to make me curious.
He shrugged and said, Maybe another time.
He was nice. I don’t do nice, and for that matter, I don’t do bad either. Sadly, I haven’t done anyone in a very long time. I have my reasons for being a loner, but I like to be kind when I can, so I said, May…be.
He grinned and I glanced back at the man I had been inquisitive enough to come to check out and was taken aback to find that the Dark Lord’s bright blue eyes were on me. Wait, not just looking my way, but looking me over. I shivered again.
Our gazes locked and against my will, that shiver turned into a tingle that shook my nerves with anticipation. Anticipation? Oh yeah, because he was walking right toward me.
A sexy redheaded giving off the scent of a witch, in a sequenced spaghetti strapped blue dress, stepped in front of him. She put her hand to the V opening of his black silk shirt which opened and neatly displaying a series of tattoos over his wide and tantalizing chest.
The redhead who was a good four inches taller than I, got onto the toes of her silver four inch high heels, put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth.
I was surprised to see that he didn’t join her in that kiss. Instead, he picked her up by her trim waist and set her aside and continued coming at me.
All my girly parts were on high alert. He was hot. Damn oh damn, I was hot for him. This was wrong, all wrong. I didn’t come here for a…connection. I don’t get involved and sex, well, for me, that is getting involved. Aw hell. Here he was, and I felt myself turn into a burning mess of desire.
He towered over me. He would because though I am just five-five standing on bare feet, he looked to be six ft. six.
His scent engulfed me. It made me take a longer sniff. What was that? Not brimstone, and yet, something burning, alluring and masculine. Yes, I picked up on sage and all at once it came to me in a rush and I knew, it was the scent of campfire wood, maybe pine, slowly burning. Oh, but his scent wound its way around my body and all I wanted to do was lean in and keep sniffing.
He moved with easy grace for such a large man, but his manner was predatory. I got a mental picture of myself in his embrace and the fantasy made my knees feel like jello. Sinking into his arms would be so comfortable…?
That made me smirk to myself. Comfort? He looked like he could give a whole lotta comfort to a woman. I couldn’t stop myself from breathing in his aura as he got closer because his scent—aura, whatever, was intoxicating.
Finally,
he said quietly. "I have been waiting for you, Ms. Smokie McGuire."
How did he know my name? What did he mean, he had been waiting for me?
Have you?
I answered at my coolest though I didn’t feel cool, not one bit.
He smiled and it occurred to me that he was so very sophisticated. He purposely and slowly looked me over from the top of my blonde head to my little silver heels and offered, "I’m Grail Wilder. He cocked his head towards the crowded dance floor.
I would love for you to dance with me before we sit and talk."
Holy shit! Dance with him? Sit and talk? Sorcerers of his reputation never bothered with creatures like myself.
You see, I’m a vampire with only two years under my belt.
I was turned against my will by my best friend, Sharon, because she didn’t want to see me die. I would have died. A powerful vampire had selected me for a snack, and that snack ended up being a seven course dinner.
Sharon got to me in time, just before I took my last breath. I didn’t want to be a vampire. I begged her to let me die, but she wouldn’t. She said she couldn’t.
My best friend, a born-vampire, said it was all her fault that he had gone after me. She told me in that moment where I was barely hanging on to my life that he had wanted to hurt her, by killing me.
My college days with her flashed through my mind. My life swept through me in fast motion. I told her no. I didn’t want to be a vampire, even to live…
I had been too weak to stop her.
She cried and her tears spilled over on me, Forgive me, Smoke. I just can’t let you die.
I saw her slit her wrist. She poured her blood down my throat. I choked on it and tried to spit it out, but in that moment, I died.
As I said, Sharon is a born vampires and they are both powerful and rare. They are also revered, feared, and envied by made vampires, especially ancient ones. Sharon’s blood, the blood of a born vamp, well it gave me lots of advantages.
Sharon trained me through those first weeks of bloodlust. She taught me what I needed to know and how to survive without killing for blood. She had never turned a human before. It was against her ethics. So we were both surprised to discover that I inherited through our blood link, many of her powers.
I would have been dead if she hadn’t turned me. In spite of that fact, I hadn’t wanted to enter the supernatural world. So I kept to myself. I didn’t want to be a vamp, powerful or not. Vamps are bloodsuckers and now I was one of them—sorta.
But…not dying was in the end, a good thing, so I forgave her.
There are perks to being a vampire, like being able to eat as much chocolate as I like without gaining a pound. Yeah, Hollywood has it wrong. Vampires can eat. There too, being one of the undead I have although very pale skin, it is silky soft. My eyes which used to be a nice enough shade of green when I was a human are now glittering emerald pools. Took me a time to get used to controlling what my eyes can do to humans. I don’t want to compel them. I don’t drink from live sources. I don’t need to feed very often and when I do, blood bags in the fridge work just fine. I keep myself muted all of the time because I don’t want to draw attention to my enhancements. I have speed and strength, and as born vampires can walk in daylight, apparently that is yet another perk from Sharon. So yeah, not so bad being a vamp.
As I had drifted off with my thoughts and the determination not to dance with Grail Wilder, I found his hand sliding down my arm to regain my attention.
Where did you go, Ms. Smoke?
he asked.
Oh…just remember how…I ended up here. But, no…I don’t wish to dance, thank you,
I said with resolution.
The Dark Lord had my hand. Could he tell he was sending a series of mind-blowing tingles through my body?
He tugged at my hand, but miraculously, I resisted. I was certain if I danced with him, it would turn out to be more. He had the look of a male on the hunt. I didn’t want to be his prey. I didn’t want to get involved. I had come here just to watch.
Wilder stopped and eyed me, It is just a dance, Smoke…I promise.
"I…don’t think so, I told him.
I get…er danger signals near you and I believe in following my instincts."
I won’t ask you…not tonight at any rate to give me more than a dance,
he said and