WANTED:
Bride.
Must love children.
Mortals need not apply.
Carlos Panterra is looking for a mate, a woman who will love and care for the young orphans he's recently taken under his wing (or paw, as the case may be). When the shape shifter spies the beautiful Caitlyn, it's like sunshine amidst the darkness. At last, he's found the perfect woman, except . . .
Caitlyn Whelan is mortal. Worse, her father is the head of a CIA agency bent on hunting the undead. Still, Caitlyn knows that Carlos is the man for her, shape shifter or not. So she jumps at the chance when her sister offers her a job to work with him, determined to show Carlos their attraction is more than just animal magnetism. But danger lurks in the night, and their unleashed, untamed passion might just get them both killed . . .
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“The sheer entertainment value in the writing of Kerrelyn Sparks is amazing and well worth reading. If you have never visited her Love at Stake Series then Eat Prey Love is an excellent place to take a bite. Warning: to read Eat Prey Love will cause you to run out looking for the rest of the series, which is exactly where I am headed.”
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“The 9th installment in this series is another winner… The combination of intrigue, sex and humor in Eat Prey Love is blended to perfection and makes it another sizzling hawt addition to my collection.”
Bitten by Books 5 stars
“A wonderful return to Sparks’ world of vampires and shapeshifters. Caitlyn and Carlos’ story is a great addition to the Love at Stake series, and the many returning characters make this a truly entertaining read.”
Romantic Times Bookclub 4 stars
“This latest release in the Love At Stake series is filled with the humor Ms. Sparks is known for while offering plenty of romance and danger. If you are looking for some lighthearted romance, EAT, PREY, LOVE is just as perfect as the title.”
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Caitlyn had been warned never to come near this place. Gutsy or foolish, she didn’t know which category she fell into, but it was too late to worry about that now. She had arrived.
Her rental car’s headlights illuminated a smooth, black-topped driveway. Tall trees arched over the road, their skeletal branches grasping like gnarled fingers at the starlit sky. She suppressed a shudder and focused instead on the patches of bright yellow daffodils scattered over the grounds.
Looking for the positive, she would call it. Foolhardy, some might say. But when facing the unknown, she’d learned in her twenty-six years that keeping a good attitude was critical.The fact that the grounds appeared well-maintained was a good sign. And the security guard at the entrance had seemed friendly, checking her ID and welcoming her with a smile.
Think of this as an adventure. You love adventure.
Even so, her grip tightened on the steering wheel as she watched the heavy wrought-iron gate swing shut in her rearview mirror. The metallic clang echoed around the barren trees and vibrated through her bones.
She was locked in.
Dad had to be wrong. This place couldn’t be dangerous. She’d looked it up on the Internet before coming. Romatech Industries manufactured synthetic blood, then shipped it to hospitals and clinics around the world. The CEO and inventor, Roman Draganesti, was credited with saving thousands of lives every year. Who could object to that?
She proceeded down the long driveway that snaked through extensive grounds. Maybe Dad was referring to the bombing she’d read about. That had happened three years ago, though, and nothing dangerous had occurred since then. She was perfectly safe, she assured herself, as a dimly-lit, sprawling building came into view.
Neatly clipped hedges lined the wings that spread from the building’s center. Overhead lamps shone down on the dozen or so cars in the parking lot, while insects buzzed in each lamp’s halo of light. She parked her rented Camry and glanced warily at the entrance.
Dad was being overly dramatic, that was all. But why would he want to keep her away from her sister? Was he concerned that a reunion would cause her emotional distress? Caitlyn had to admit she didn’t know what to expect from a sister she hadn’t heard from in six years.
She’d been shocked when two days ago she’d received a card from her older sister. Shanna had acquired a new last name: Draganesti. Was she married to the CEO of Romatech? When had that happened? Shanna had included a photo of her son and daughter, and she’d invited Caitlyn to a birthday party for Constantine, who was turning four in late March.
Caitlyn had stared, dumbstruck, at the photo for five minutes. She hadn’t known she had a nephew and niece. Mom and Dad had never mentioned it. How could they fail to brag about their grandchildren? The invitation had arrived at the extended-stay hotel where Caitlyn had found a room after returning to the States a week earlier. How had Shanna known where she was?
The last communication she’d had from Shanna was a birthday card in July 2004. Shortly after that, Shanna disappeared without a trace. Almost a year later, Dad had announced that he’d located her. She’d been given a new identity through the Witness Protection program.
Dad had been vague on the details, only saying that she was lost to them forever. They must all stay away from a place called Romatech Industries. Shanna had changed. She could no longer be trusted. She was to be avoided at all cost.
She’s still my sister. Caitlyn had to know the truth. She climbed out of the car with her handbag and gift for Constantine. Dad would go ballistic if he knew she was here. He was already pissed by her recent fiasco. The fact that she’d made a mistake for good reasons didn’t matter. She was still screwed. Her career ruined. Blacklisted from the State Department. No job, no home, and a quickly dwindling amount in her savings account.
Coming here to see Shanna could be another mistake, but dammit, she wanted her sister back. And she’d never been one to shy away from a challenging situation. She slammed the car door to accentuate her rebellious determination, then marched toward the entrance.
She was about twenty minutes late, having made some wrong turns. She knew her way around Minsk, St. Petersburg, Bangkok, and Jakarta, but White Plains, New York, was a foreign land to her. She could hear shouts and laughter in the distance, so hopefully that meant the party was still in full swing.
Her stride slowed as a nagging question returned, one that had bothered her since she’d first opened the invitation. Who would throw a birthday party for a four-year-old at nine o’clock at night? Granted, she didn’t have any experience with raising children, but still, didn’t kids usually go to bed about that time?
She paused mid-step when the front door swung open. A column of light spilled out, framing the dark silhouette of a huge man.
“Miss Whelan?” His voice was deep and gravelly. He moved to the edge of the light and became more visible.
“Yes.” Another security guard, Caitlyn assumed, since he was well over six feet tall and looked as indestructible as an army tank. He was dressed in the same khaki pants and navy polo shirt as the man at the front gate.
“How do you do? I’m Howard Barr.” He motioned to the open door. “Come in.”
“I hope I’m not too late.” Caitlyn stepped into a wide foyer and glanced around. Potted plants, nice artwork on the walls, a gleaming marble floor...and no Shanna. No one there at all.
She swallowed hard as the huge security guard shut the door and locked it. “Shanna’s here, isn’t she?”
“Sure. The party’s in the cafeteria. I’ll take you there in just a minute.” Howard gave her an apologetic look as he stepped behind a table. “I have to check your bags first. Standard procedure, nothing personal.”
“I understand.” Caitlyn placed her bags on the table. “Is there still a problem with people bombing Romatech?”
Howard shook his head as he rummaged through the silk handbag she’d bought in Singapore. “It’s been calm lately.”
“It seems like an odd place for a child’s birthday party.”
He shrugged. “Shanna set up a nursery next to her office, so the little ones spend a lot of time here.”
“Oh.” Shanna had an office in a scientific research facility? “I thought my sister was a dentist.”
“She is. She has a dental office here.” Howard slid her red silk handbag to her with a puzzled look. “You didn’t know that?”
“No. I’ve been out of the country and...out of touch. I didn’t know she had children or that she was even married until I received the invitation to this party. Her husband is Roman Draganesti?”
“Yes.” Howard frowned as he plunged his large beefy hands into the gift bag. “I can’t believe you didn’t know.”
Caitlyn winced. The blue and red crepe paper she’d carefully arranged was being crushed. “For some reason, my dad never told me.”
Howard’s fists tightened, smushing the crepe paper even more. “That...sorry. I guess I might as well tell you. Your dad’s not very popular around here.”
“He doesn’t seem very fond of you guys either.”
Howard grunted and pulled out the fire engine she’d bought for Constantine. “This is cool. I had one of these when I was a kid.”
He was changing the subject, as if she wouldn’t notice. “Do you think Constantine will like it? I didn’t know what to buy for him.” She’d bought all sorts of stuff--a book, a DVD, a dinosaur, and the fire engine--hoping that if she hit all the bases, one would result in a homerun.
“Yeah, he’ll love this stuff.” Howard jammed the fire engine back into the gift bag, then frowned at the mangled crepe paper. He attempted to fluff it up but only succeeded in ripping the paper. “Damn. I’m just making it worse. Mom always said I was a bear in a china shop.”
“I thought that was a bull.”
He grunted and slid the present back to her. “Sorry.”
Her beautifully packed gift bag looked like it had been mauled by a grizzly. Howard seemed genuinely embarrassed, so she gave him a friendly smile. “Don’t worry about it. I doubt a four-year-old boy cares about aesthetics. It’s what’s inside that really counts.”
He nodded, clearly relieved. “I’m glad you feel that way. You...may need to remind yourself of that before the night’s over.”
Was that some kind of warning? Caitlyn slipped the long strap of her handbag over her head and shoulder, grabbed the gift bag, and followed the security guard to the end of the long foyer. They passed through a set of double doors, then entered a long hallway, lined on one side with windows. A courtyard and garden was visible through the glass.
On the other side of the courtyard, she could see the cafeteria through another wall of glass. It was well-lit with colorful balloons gathered in bunches and obstructing her view of the people inside.
Howard led her to the right, then turned left into an intersecting passageway that linked the first wing to the second. The hallway continued, lined on both sides with glass. Not soundproof, for she could hear shouts and laughter from outside. She slowed, glancing out the windows on the left.
Off in the distance, past the cafeteria, she spotted a basketball court. It was brightly lit and currently filled with players.
“They’ve got quite a game going on.” Howard paused beside her to watch. “Roman had that court put in last summer, but it’s usually just him, Tino, and Phineas playing. Tino was excited about having enough guys at the party for two full teams.”
“You mean Constantine is playing?” Caitlyn stepped closer to the glass. As far as she could tell, all the players were grown men and teenage boys.
“That’s Phineas there, doing a slam dunk.” Howard motioned to the left end of the court.
Caitlyn smiled as the young man celebrated with an exuberant rendition of a chicken dance. The guys were obviously having a great time, but as big and athletic as they all looked, she was worried they would run over her young nephew. She searched the court for a little boy, then halted, her gaze fixated on the most glorious representative of manhood she’d ever seen.
Smooth and stealthy, she thought, as the man ran down the court. He glided with such effortless grace it was like he was standing still and the earth was doing the moving. His shoulder-length black hair blew back, revealing a classic profile—straight nose, sharp cheekbones, strong jaw.
Time seemed to slow as her vision sharpened, taking in every detail. She detected some sort of tattoo along his neck. His jaw was shaded with a hint of dark whiskers. A glint of gold gleamed on his earlobe. An earring. Exotic. Dangerous. So very masculine.
A big redheaded man moved into his path to block him, but he dipped around his opponent with ease and kept going. So graceful, and yet so strong. He reached the free throw line and leaped into the air, twisting to catch the basketball hurled in his direction, then rotating in the air to neatly deposit the ball through the hoop.
Howard snorted. “Show-off.”
The man landed lightly on his feet as his team shouted in celebration. He grinned.
And Caitlyn was lost.
She slowly became aware that Howard was nudging her. “There’s Tino. Do you see him?”
What? Who? She pressed a palm against the glass, surprised to find herself light-headed. She inhaled sharply. Sheesh. The man had smiled, and she’d forgotten to breathe. Forgotten to think. She’d slipped into some sort of trance.
Temporary insanity. That had to be it, ’cause the man was definitely not her type. She’d always dated the clean-cut, shirt and tie, neatly combed hair, corner office type of guy. Intellectual and predictable. Easily managed and easily forgotten when the lure of adventure called. And it always did.
Caitlyn had never been able to resist the exotic. Exotic languages, foreign locales. It was the reason she’d joined the State Department. She’d worked all over the world, and she thrived on the excitement. But even though she’d put her physical self in stressful situations, she’d never done that with her heart. When it came to relationships, she’d always played it safe.
This man was dangerous. She could feel it in her bones. He could slide right under a woman’s skin and take hold of her heart. If she had any sense, she’d stay away from him. Unfortunately, her sense was in question. She’d been warned to stay away from Romatech, yet here she was.
She took another deep breath and eased her grip on the gift bag. She’d been clutching it so tightly, the handles had dug into her palm.
“There’s Tino. By the other goal.” Howard pointed.
She spotted her nephew for the first time and smiled. He was even more adorable than he’d looked in the photo. Blond curls and an angelic sweet face. Her earlier concern rushed back. “He’s too little to play with adults. They’ll run him over.”
Howard chuckled. “Tino can hold his own. He has...special skills.”
Skills? What kind of skills could a boy have to help him compete with guys over twice his size? And who was the mystery man who’d made her forget space and time?
“Come on. I’ll take you to Shanna.” Howard headed down the hall to a set of double doors.
Caitlyn followed slowly, peering out the window to make sure her nephew wasn’t being trampled. The gorgeous mystery man was playing defense now, guarding the big redheaded guy who had possession of the ball.
Constantine was still stationed underneath the goal. The redheaded guy tossed the ball to him, and he caught it. The other players ran toward him, and Caitlyn slowed to a stop, worried for his safety.
He jumped.
Howard grabbed her arm. “Come on, let’s go.”
Her jaw dropped as Constantine’s jump went higher and higher. “What the...?”
“Come on.” Howard tugged, managing to make her stumble a few steps. “Shanna wants to see you.”
Caitlyn’s heart raced. Her nephew was now as high as the goal, and he easily dropped the ball through the hoop. His team cheered as he landed on the cement.
She gave Howard an incredulous look. “Did you see that? He just jumped ten feet in the air!”
“Well, yeah. I told you he has some special skills.”
“Like what? Flying?” She glanced out the window again. The guys were playing in a normal manner now, as if nothing strange had just happened.
A chill tickled the back of her neck. This was too weird. “Is this related to the reason my dad told me never to come here?”
Howard winced. “Please don’t tell your father what you saw. He might reject Tino, and it would break the little guy’s heart. Tino’s a great kid--”
“Who can fly?”
Howard frowned as he opened the door. “It’s not my place to say. Shanna will explain it to you.”
Caitlyn glanced inside at the cheerful balloons and happy people. The chill on her neck skittered down her spine. It’s just a birthday party for a little boy. No big deal. Then why did it feel like she was about to tumble down the rabbit hole?
It’s an adventure. You love adventure. She squared her shoulders and strode into the cafeteria.