{"product_id":"embraced-by-darkness-isbn-9780553589610","title":"Embraced By Darkness","description":"She's hunting a killer—\u003cbr\u003eand shattering every boundary—\u003cbr\u003eshe's ever known.…\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePart vamp, part werewolf, Riley Jenson plays by her own rules, whether it’s her stormy love life or her job as a guardian. But when her family’s alpha male demands that she solve the mystery of a vanished girl, Riley can feel a trap closing in around her.  Because the job comes with a catch: if Riley fails, her own mother will die.\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003eNow the stakes are raised, the hunt is on...and when more women vanish, Riley is caught between a lover who demands that she give up her work, a serial killer who knows no boundaries, and a club where humans and supernaturals mix—at their own peril.  Thrust into a realm of seduction and violence unlike any she could have imagined, Riley has to battle to save everything she holds dear. But the ultimate hunt has only just begun....Keri Arthur first started writing when she was twelve years old, and to date, she's finished fifteen novels. Her books have received many nominations and prizes, including making the final five in the Random House Australia George Turner Prize. She has also been nominated in the Best Contemporary Paranormal category of the Romantic Times Reviewers Choice Awards, received a 'perfect 10' from Romance Reviews Today, as well as being nominated for Best Shapeshifter in PNR's PEARL Awards. She's a dessert and function cook by trade, and married to a wonderful man who not only supports her writing, but who also does the majority of the housework. They have one daughter, and live in Melbourne, Australia.\u003ci\u003eChapter 1\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe only trouble with getting away from it all was actually getting away from it all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSix weeks of lazing around on secluded and luxurious Monitor Island, with nothing to do except eat, drink, and lust after the occasional hot-bod sounded like heaven itself. And it was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor the first three weeks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut now, with the fifth week done and dusted, the wolf within hungered for the company of my own kind. Werewolves are not, by nature, solitary souls. We tend to live in packs just as much as our animal counterparts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy pack might now only consist of my twin brother Rhoan, his lover Liander, and my lover Kellen, but I was missing them all something fierce.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEspecially Kellen. He'd been here for the first three weeks, and the result had been a deepening and strengthening of our relationship. I might be totally capable of looking after myself, but it was an absolutely delicious sensation to have such a big strong wolf wanting to take care of me. In some ways, he reminded me of an ex. Talon might have been as crazy as a March hare, but he'd also been a wolf who knew what he wanted, and who went to great lengths to get it. Kellen was built in that mode, but he was far more caring than Talon ever could have been. Add to that the fact he was a great lover, and you had an overall package that was nigh on irresistible. At least to \u003ci\u003ethis\u003c\/i\u003e wolf.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eEven so, I hadn't really expected to miss him \u003ci\u003ethis\u003c\/i\u003e much. Not after only a couple of months of being together—and especially considering we'd probably spent more time apart than together in those months. Of course, I knew now that a lot of that separation was due to Quinn, the enigmatic vampire who swore his feelings for me ran deep—even as he used me to achieve his aims of killing the people who had destroyed his lifelong friend and creator. Even now, despite the feelings I had for Kellen, part of me still hungered to be with Quinn. Would probably \u003ci\u003ealways\u003c\/i\u003e hunger to be with him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBecause I had a connection with Quinn that I'd never found with any other man. Not even Kellen.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Quinn was out of my life for the moment—maybe even permanently—and I couldn't really regret that. I'd never condoned force in \u003ci\u003eany\u003c\/i\u003e relationship, and that's basically what Quinn had done when he'd used his vampire wiles to curb my nature. His methods might have been psychic rather than physical, but in the end, it was the same thing. \u003ci\u003eAnything\u003c\/i\u003e that forced someone down a path they would not otherwise have taken was abuse, no matter how prettily the situation was wrapped.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat I needed to do was forget him. Just get on with my life, and stop remembering he was ever part of it. Even if the very thought made my soul weep.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut the last two weeks alone had left me with nothing to do except think about the people in my life and the events of the last ten months. In fact, all that I was supposedly here to forget.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI rubbed a hand across tired eyes, then leaned my forearms on the balustrade of the small patio lining the front of my pretty little villa unit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe breeze coming off the sea was cool, teasing my short hair and sending goose bumps fleeing across my bare flesh. I briefly thought about going inside to grab a shirt, but in the end, I couldn't be bothered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI let my gaze roam across the waves, watching the foam hiss over the white sand. It was a peaceful sound, as peaceful as the night itself, which made me wonder what the hell had woken me in the first place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCertainly there was little noise coming from any of the other villas that lined this half-moon section of beach. Not even the newlyweds were stirring, and they'd been at it nonstop since their arrival five days ago.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd they thought \u003ci\u003ewerewolves\u003c\/i\u003e had stamina.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI smiled and plucked a leaf from the nearby eucalyptus branch that draped over the railing, then flicked the leaf skyward from the stem, watching it twirl all the way to the ground.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhat I wanted was to go home. To get on with my life and my job. To spend more time with Kellen. But I had just under a week of vacation left, and while I might be going slowly insane with boredom, I couldn't just pack up and leave. Rhoan and Liander had given me this holiday as a gift to help me rest and recuperate, and I couldn't—wouldn't—hurt their feelings by returning before my time was up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Riley.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy name whispered across the wind—a demand rather than a mere attempt to get my attention.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI straightened quickly, my gaze searching the moonlit night for some sign of the caller. Some hint of where the voice had come from.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA difficult task when it seemed to come from everywhere and yet nowhere at once.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Riley.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgain the voice rode the night, stronger than before, and clearly male in its resonance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt wasn't a voice that belonged to any of the men who inhabited the five other villas in this small cove. Nor did it belong to any of the staff members who looked after the villas or who worked in the main resort complex one beach over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut there were three other accommodations scattered across the island, and I hadn't really had much to do with their guests or employees. But even if it \u003ci\u003ehad\u003c\/i\u003e been one of them, why would they know my name? And why would they be calling me in the dead of the night?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was odd—and the mere thought of something odd occurring had excitement racing through my veins.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhich was a rather sad statement about just how bored I was. Or perhaps how addicted I'd become to the adrenaline rush of being a guardian. Hell, I'd give away the killing any day, but not the thrill of the chase. The hunt was everything to a wolf, and no matter how long I might have denied it, I was a hunter—every bit as much as my brother.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI studied the night for a moment longer. The wind whispered through the trees, void of any voice but its own. I could sense nothing and no one near, and yet something \u003ci\u003ewas\u003c\/i\u003e. The electric charge of awareness raced across my skin, making the small hairs on my arms stand on end.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI spun on my heel and walked back into my room. I didn't mind walking around sans clothes, but most of the guests currently on the island were human, and humans tended to get a little antsy about the whole naked thing.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThough up here in Queensland, that attitude was a whole lot less noticeable than down in Victoria. Of course, the weather in my home state often precluded the desire to strip down, simply because the weather was about as predictable as a tiger snake during mating season.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI pulled on a low-cut T-shirt and a baggy pair of shorts, then returned to the patio.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Riley, come.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe voice swirled around me, rich and arrogant. A man who used—and probably abused—power. And my wolf soul reacted to the command in that voice, but not in the way I expected. Not fiercely, with anger, but meekly. As if she wanted to do nothing more than tuck her tail between her legs and cower.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd there could be only one reason for \u003ci\u003ethat\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe voice belonged to a pack member. And not just any pack member, but the alpha. The wolf who ruled the pack as a whole.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOnly the voice didn't belong to \u003ci\u003emy\u003c\/i\u003e alpha, the man who had ruled the pack for as long as anyone could remember. I would have recognized the voice of my own grandfather.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo what the hell was going on?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFrowning, I walked down the steps then strode through the trees and out onto the moonlit sand. The wind was sharper out from under the cover of the eucalyptus, and filled with the scent of the sea.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd nothing else. No musky male scent, no hint of wolf. Nothing to suggest there was another soul awake and aware out here on the beach.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA shiver ran down my spine. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe this was nothing more than a dream, and any minute now I'd wake up and laugh at my own stupidity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter all, our pack had threatened to kill us both if we ever contacted—let alone went near—any pack members. And not even our mother had dared to contradict that particular order.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNot that I thought she'd tried. Though I had no doubt she loved us, she'd always seemed as relieved as the rest of the pack to see the back of us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Riley, come.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAgain the order ran across the night, stronger than before. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sound, and tried to define just where the voice was coming from.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter a moment, I turned around and padded up the beach. The villas gave way to thicker strands of eucalyptus and acacia trees, the strong scents filling the night.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt didn't matter. I wasn't relying on my olfactory senses to track this particular trail, but rather my \"other\" senses. The senses that were new and somewhat unreliable.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe part of me that could see souls rise.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOf course, seeing—and hearing—the souls of dead people wasn't a gift I particularly wanted. Hell, I had enough trouble dealing with the \u003ci\u003eliving\u003c\/i\u003e dead without having to worry about the actual dead popping along anytime they pleased.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut as was often the case in my life of late, it seemed I had little choice in the matter. The experimental fertility drug I'd been forcibly given by Talon had not only kick-started some latent psychic abilities, but had given them a little twist, just for the fun of it. Clairvoyance had been one of those latent skills—until recently, anyway. Seeing dead people walk through the shadows was the not-so-tempting twist.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd I was hoping like hell it was the \u003ci\u003eonly\u003c\/i\u003e twist the drug caused. I didn't want to be like the other half-breeds who'd taken the drug. I didn't want to gain the ability to shift into any animal or bird form I chose, simply because while such an ability might be a buzz, it came at a price. Every one of the others had lost their ability to retake human form. I might love being a wolf, but I didn't want to spend the rest of my life in that shape. Or any other shape, for that matter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSeeing dead people wasn't \u003ci\u003ethat\u003c\/i\u003e bad by comparison. And until tonight, the dead hadn't contacted me long range. I'd only seen them close to their bodies. Well, mostly, I thought, shivering as I remembered the lingering, insubstantial wisps in Starr's bloody arena.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eNot\u003c\/i\u003e that I was entirely sure I was hearing the dead now, but it just seemed odd I couldn't see or smell anyone else. My senses were wolf-sharp. If someone had been close, I would have known.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI padded along the white sand until I reached the peninsula rocks. The wind here was sharper, the sea rougher, slapping across those rocks and sending white foam flicking skyward. The tide was up, so I'd be getting wet if the voice wanted me to clamber around to the next cove.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI stopped and scanned the horizon. This section of the main island was closest to Lighthouse Island, the larger of the two small islands that sat within swimming distance of Monitor. It housed the Monitor Island Research Center, a joint government and private concern that was investigating the sea life and the reefs. I'd done the tour last week, and had been bored to tears. Sure, reefs were pretty. So were the myriad of fish that lived amongst them. And we surely had to know why they were all disappearing. But hey, I just couldn't get all worked up about the science. Wolves are hunters by nature, not conservationists. We usually haven't the patience for occupations that involve long hours of inactivity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAwareness tingled across my skin, as sharp as needle stings. Whoever the voice belonged to, he was close.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Riley, turn around.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor the first time, memories stirred. I'd known that voice in the past. I turned and studied the trees.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA man stood amongst them. Though at first glance he appeared solid, a more careful study revealed an almost gossamer look to his hands and feet. As if, by the time he got to his extremities, he didn't have the strength to maintain the illusion of substance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was a tall man, rangy in build, with strong arms and blunt features. Not attractive, not ugly, but somewhere in between. But even if he'd been the ugliest spud on the planet, it wouldn't have mattered, because the sense of authority and power that shone from his gray eyes was all that would ever matter to a wolf.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd \u003ci\u003ethis\u003c\/i\u003e wolf wanted to hunker down before it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut I wasn't just wolf, and the other half of my soul bared its teeth and got ready for a fight. I locked my knees and skimmed my gaze up to his hair. Thick and red. Definitely red pack. Definitely \u003ci\u003emy\u003c\/i\u003e red pack. But who?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs I dropped my gaze to his, recognition stirred again. I knew those eyes, knew the cold superiority behind them. But I'd be damned if I could dredge up a name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Why are you calling me?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThough the question was soft, my voice seemed to echo across the silent night. A tremor ran down my spine, and I wasn't sure whether it was due to the chill wind hitting my bare arms and legs or the sudden sense of trepidation creeping through my soul.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmusement sparked briefly in the translucent gray depths. \"You do not remember me?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Should I have any reason to remember you?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis time, the amusement reached his thin lips. \"I would think you'd remember the wolf who threw you off a mountainside.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eShock rolled through me. Oh my God . . . \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eBlake\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMy grandfather's second-in-command, and the wolf who would have killed both Rhoan and me if he could. The wolf who almost \u003ci\u003ehad\u003c\/i\u003e when he'd thrown me off that cliff. Ostensibly to teach Rhoan a lesson about never back-talking the pack second.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHate followed the shock, swirling thick and sharp. I clenched my fists, and found myself fighting the sudden urge to punch the cold amusement from his lips. But he wasn't here, he wasn't real, and I'd only look like a fool. So I simply said, voice low and venomous, \"What right have \u003ci\u003eyou\u003c\/i\u003e got to call \u003ci\u003eme\u003c\/i\u003e?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"My right is pack-given.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"The Jenson pack ceded its rights over me and Rhoan when they kicked us out.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Pack rights are never surrendered, no matter what the situation. Once a pack member, always a pack member.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eYou\u003c\/i\u003e threatened to kill us if you ever saw us again.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A statement that still stands.\"","brand":"Dell","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46304564773093,"sku":"NP9780553589610","price":7.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780553589610.jpg?v=1767726193","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/embraced-by-darkness-isbn-9780553589610","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}