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Harker's Journey
Book 1: Dalakis Passion
by N.J. Walters



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From the first moment Johanna Harker read Bram Stoker’s Dracula, her life changed forever. The book unleashed an obsession with vampires that was all the more compelling for the intensely erotic dreams that filled her nights. It wasn’t long before she was consumed with thoughts of the dark creature who returned to ravish her in her dreams again and again.

Abandoning any hope of finding a flesh-and-blood man who can fulfill her, Johanna resigns herself to pouring all her energies into her demanding job by day and her enthralling fantasies by night. But when her job takes her to the fabled Carpathian Mountains of Transylvania to meet her company’s largest client, she’s suddenly overcome by the thrilling sensual promise of the secretive and demanding Cristofor Dalakis, the very man who’s been haunting her dreams.

But Cristofor, the enigmatic and formidable patriarch of the Dalakis family, is harboring a dark family secret and makes it clear he will use his every skill to seduce and possess Johanna. And as Johanna realizes that her every fantasy may come true, she also makes the haunting discovery that it may come at a terrible price.

This is a revised edition of a previous published book.

Excerpt from Harker's Journey
©2005 & 2017 N.J. Walters



Johanna smoothed her hair back and prayed she didn’t have dirt on her face. Her makeup bag, which contained her compact and lipstick, was sitting back on the dresser in her room at the inn. She’d forgotten to transfer it to her briefcase. She never carried a purse when she was working. Men easily accepted a briefcase, but a purse only served to remind them that she was a woman.

Satisfied that she’d done all she could to repair her appearance, Johanna took a deep breath and slowly released it. She picked up her bag, got a good grip on it and squared her shoulders. She was as ready as she’d ever be to meet her reclusive new client.

An impressive brass knocker in the shape of a wolf’s head was set in the middle of the door. It was larger than her hand and was both scary and beautiful. She reached out and ran her fingers over the wolf’s head before she lifted the sculpted door knocker and let it fall. It made a loud, metallic bang when it hit the brass plate beneath it.

Johanna took a step back and waited, and waited and waited.

When no one answered, she decided they probably hadn’t heard her. The place was huge, an actual castle. No telling where the staff was. She figured more drastic measures were called for and banged on the thick wood panel with her fist. Five minutes later, she was still banging, but now she was yelling as well. “Hello! Anyone home?”

Her nervousness increased at the sun sank lower in the sky and shadows crept across the courtyard. She did not want to have to try to find her way back to the inn after dark. There were wolves and bears and who knew what other kinds of animals in the woods. If someone didn’t answer soon, she was going to try to find another way in, even if she had to crawl through a window. She was getting desperate.

The sun was just disappearing behind the mountains when she finally heard the clicking of a set of locks being turned. “It’s about time,” she muttered with relief. Now that she knew someone was home, she could admit to herself just how scared she’d been at the thought of having to tromp through the countryside on her own after dark.

The huge door opened slowly, the metallic creaking of the hinges sounding like something out of a bad movie. The light was dim and she couldn’t see anyone there. She squinted and could make out a stone wall and an old wooden bench just inside the entryway, but she still didn’t see anyone.

This was getting ridiculous. Enough was enough. She boldly stepped over the threshold and recited her favorite lines from Stoker’s book as she did so. “‘Enter freely and of your own will! Come freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring!’”

There was no one standing behind the door, and she still believed she was alone until a deep voice came out of the darkness. “Surely it’s not as bad as that? This is not Dracula’s castle, but Dalakis Castle. We are much more civilized here.”

Heat crept up her cheeks and Johanna decided that her only option was to brazen it out. Tilting her chin up, she summoned her most professional voice. “Johanna Harker from the Baxter Corporation to see Mr. Dalakis.”

Inwardly, she was thankful that it was only the butler, or whatever his title was, who had heard her. Hopefully, she’d have her papers signed and be out of here before Mr. Dalakis heard about her little opening speech.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Cristofor Dalakis.” A tall, dark figure separated itself from the shadows and started toward her.

Johanna wished the floor would open up and swallow her whole. This was not only embarrassing but could also have a lasting impact on her career if Mr. Dalakis reported her less-than-professional behavior to her bosses.

She shifted her briefcase to her left hand and stuck out her right one, hoping to salvage the situation. “I’m sorry, Mr. Dalakis—” she began, but he interrupted her.

“Call me Cris.” The rich tone of his voice sent her senses reeling before his words registered in her brain. His heavy accent was very familiar. Her heart began to gallop and it got hard to breathe. She watched in growing horror as the man from her dreams coalesced in the light of the full moon flooding the entrance.

Her briefcase fell from her nerveless fingers and hit the floor with a heavy thud. Shaking her head, she tried to deny the evidence in front of her. It had to be a trick of the light. Her thoughts whirled and her brain frantically searched for a logical explanation as she watched him getting closer. Blinking, she tried to clear her fading vision, but it was no use. Her skin grew clammy and her stomach lurched.

He was real. It was her last thought before she felt darkness overtake her.






Lucian's Delight
Book 2: Dalakis Passion
by N.J. Walters



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For years Delight Deveraux suffered from a recurring nightmare of being savagely attacked and assaulted, until the night a mysterious stranger appears in her dream to rescue her. When the same scene plays itself out in real life just days later, with the same mesmerizing dream man coming to her rescue, Delight suddenly finds herself swirling in a haze of passion and confusion, between what’s real and what’s not. But Lucian Dalakis is real, and he intends not just to save her but to bind her to himself for all time.

Lucian is a creature of the dark and must endure the same curse as all Dalakis men: they love only once in their lives, and may search for all eternity without ever finding their mate. When Delight shows up unexpectedly in Lucian’s life, he knows immediately that he has found his one true love. But her life is still in danger from the same vicious attackers, and he will do everything in his power to protect her, even as he uses every one of his seductive powers to keep her close.

As Delight surrenders to the searing passion that erupts every time they’re together, she’s also torn by the fearful prospect of giving herself fully to a vampire—even as Lucian secretly knows that the one woman who could complete him and be his for all time also has the power to destroy him…

This is a revised edition of a previous published book.

LUCIAN'S DELIGHT is exactly that ... a delight. I picked it up and thought let me read a bit before getting ready for bed and ... you guessed it, there was little sleep for me until the last page. The pace was fast, the characters amazing, the setting realistic and the romance ... steamy."
Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction

Excerpt from Lucian's Delight
©2005 & 2017 N.J. Walters



The darkness seemed to part like a curtain and he was suddenly there in front of her, like some avenging angel bent on destruction. He had no wings—at least none she could see—but his eyes blazed like molten lava and pure menace radiated from every pore of his body. She glanced away, shaken by the intensity in his gaze.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the still body of one of her attackers. His sightless eyes were wide open, staring up at the night sky. Blood flowed from a wide slash in his neck, spilling down his throat to soak the ground around his head.

“Don’t look at them.” His softly spoken command made her flinch. This man was lethal in a way her assailants could never be. He wasn’t just powerful. He was power. He was judgment. And he was death.

Yet, his hands were gentle as he carefully turned her onto her back. She could feel him touching her, soothing her aching flesh. It took her a moment to realize he was dressing her, covering her naked body with her clothes. The reality of her ordeal began to sink in and she began to shake. The dark stranger sat down on the ground next to her and lifted her into his lap as easily as one would a child.

Biting her lip, she tried to hold back the tears that threatened. But then he stroked her bruised cheek with his fingers. Ever so softly, his lips grazed her wound. She was lost.

Huge sobs welled up inside her and spilled out of her mouth, the tortured sounds too loud in the quiet of the cemetery, but there was no stifling them. Her entire body shook as she released her fear and pain.

He wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her tighter into his embrace. Heat radiated from his massive body, and she snuggled close to him, needing his warmth and comfort. He said nothing, but his chest rumbled as he made low comforting sounds.

Safe.

He made her feel safe in a world gone mad. She owed him her life. She had sent out a silent call in her moment of greatest need and he had come. Time had no meaning as she poured out her tears. When she was finally spent, she sniffed and scrubbed her hands over her face before finally raising it to look at her savior.

The moon chose that particular moment to come out from behind the clouds, illuminating his face. Long black hair fell around his shoulders in a silky curtain, framing a face that was harsh yet beautiful in its own way. His cheekbones were chiseled, his forehead high, and his lips thin. But it was his eyes that captured her. A brilliant emerald green, they were hard and cold as he looked out over the night, but the moment he sensed her gaze on him, they changed. Heat radiated from their depths, making him appear not quite so remote. Using his thumb, he brushed away the remains of her tears from her cheeks.

Something about this man called to her on a very deep physical and emotional level. Delight knew that she was still shaken after her ordeal and that the last thing she should want was a man’s hands on her. Not when the side of her face throbbed and she ached with pain from her attack.

But her body wasn’t listening to her. It was totally illogical, but this stranger made her feel protected, cherished, wanted.

Slowly, he lowered his head, giving her time to object, time to stop him if that was her intent. She did neither and his mouth covered hers in a gentle caress. He tasted and nibbled her lower lip and then her top one, taking care to not miss a spot. He took his time as if there was no hurry, as if he would be content to spend the rest of the night doing just this.

It was she who needed more. It was crazy, but she wanted him. His touch and caress would wipe out the stain of the men who had hurt her and make her feel whole again.

Her lips parted on a sigh and she raised her head toward him, offering him more. Delight felt his smile against her lips just before his tongue slipped inside. She moaned and opened her mouth to him.

His tongue tasted her, mapping out every contour and finding every crevice. Delight lay in his arms, completely unconcerned to be lost in a stranger’s arms, surrendering to the bliss he offered.

She knew she was using him to escape the reality of what had just happened to her. That was wrong, but she didn’t want to stop. Not when he made her feel safe and secure, like nothing or no one could harm her when he was with her. It was totally illogical, but there was no room for reason when he was kissing her.






Stefan's Salvation
Book 3: Dalakis Passion
by N.J. Walters



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Laurel Rose McCaffey never minded being branded an outsider, even when it meant carving out a solitary life for herself in the wooded hills of North Carolina. Now resort developers want to take her land, and vicious locals who stand to benefit from the deal have begun making threats. When a dark stranger enters her life, first as a protector, then as a lover, Laurel Rose is both fascinated and frightened by his mysterious power and all-consuming sensuality. But as the threats escalate into outright violence and her world begins to spiral out of control, Laurel Rose turns to the only man she knows she can trust—Stefan Dalakis, a creature of the night.

Stefan has roamed the earth for centuries in search of his one true mate, and as he becomes ever more tormented by loneliness, his every impulse compels him to unleash the raging beast within. When he retreats to the countryside to avoid harming the human population, his travels take him to a small roadside bar in North Carolina, where an overheard conversation leads him directly to Laurel Rose—and a love so complete he will do anything to save her . . . and anything to possess her.

As Stefan finds blissful release from his anguish and Laurel Rose surrenders to her first sweet erotic taste of belonging and acceptance, they must still confront the danger that presses in from every side. And when their newfound happiness faces the ultimate peril, the two outcasts must form an unbreakable eternal bond and give themselves completely to the overwhelming passion and love that engulfs them.

This is a revised edition of a previous published book.

"STEFAN'S SALVATION is a WOW! read...Looking for a sexy, fast-past storyline with intrigue, some danger, sweet and a lot of steamy moments, then STEFAN'S SALVATION is what you need."
Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction

Excerpt from Stefan's Salvation
©2006 & 2017 N.J. Walters



The beast inside him rumbled to life. Every heartbeat in the room pounded in his ears. He could hear the whoosh of their blood pumping through their veins. The sensation was hypnotic. He licked his lips, almost tasting the tang in his mouth.

He was hungry and they were sustenance.

Closing his eyes, he willed the beast back into submission. It wasn’t easy. Sweat trickled down the back of his neck. As the nights seemed to grow longer, it had gotten harder and harder to even have the will to fight his very nature. It would be so easy to take what he wanted with no consequences.

Taking slow, steady breaths, he ignored his throbbing erection and centered himself until he was back in total control. He opened his eyes and carefully scanned the room again. Nothing had changed. No one here knew the battle that had just been fought and won. No one knew that their lives had just been spared.

The beer was cool and the bottle sweaty in his hand as he took a long pull. He welcomed the bitterness of the brew as it slid down his throat to his belly. It did nothing to still the hunger within him.

He knew he had to feed. His brothers usually drank blood they purchased from various blood banks through dummy companies. He didn’t mind living that way, but on the road there was no other way for him to survive except to eat straight from the source. Stefan was always very careful not to take too much and to implant a pleasant memory in the mind of the donor. They were no worse off when he left them, so it didn’t trouble his conscience any.

He raised the bottle and took another swig. That is, if he even still had a conscience. Some days he wasn’t sure.

His brothers would be appalled at how close he was to the edge, and it was that fact that constantly pulled him back from the point of no return. He walked a fine line between survival and insanity. His nights grew darker and bleaker as each one came and went.

He knew he could return to New Orleans. Lucian and his new wife, Delight, would happily include him in their lives. Or, for that matter, he could fly to his homeland of Transylvania and spend time with his eldest brother, Cristofor, and his wife, Johanna. He was truly happy his brothers had found the women who completed their lives and made them whole.

But it was for that very reason that he stayed away.

Watching the two couples and their obvious happiness had almost driven him out into the killing sunlight. Almost. Stefan was no coward and no quitter. But more than that, he would not do anything to hurt his brothers, who he loved more than his own life.

As the youngest of the three, Stefan had grown up being watched over by both Cristofor and Lucian. Even now, they still tried. But those days were long over. He was more than capable of taking care of himself.

His brothers, both extremely dangerous and powerful men, had grown lax over the last century, content with their lives as they were. He, on the other hand, had survived by pushing himself to his limits both physically and mentally, constantly testing his powers and learning more.

He’d wandered the world over the past few centuries and, for the most part, he’d enjoyed himself. He’d visited places most people would only see in pictures, if they saw them at all. He’d met people from all walks of life, constantly educating himself about the various cultures inhabiting the planet.

But no matter how much he saw, how much he did, he was still left with an ache in his heart and a yearning in his soul.

He didn’t know what had made him stop at this particular roadside bar. Maybe loneliness. He’d been on the road for several months now, traveling the countryside in his specially customized truck. After Lucian and Delight had married, he’d just had to get away.

He knew what had led him to North Carolina though. He felt a small but genuine smile cross his face. How could any vampire resist visiting a place called Transylvania County? The tall mountains and trees of the state reminded him of home and he had enjoyed several days there before moving on. But he hadn’t gone far. Just down the road really, a few counties north. For some unknown reason, he’d felt compelled to stop here.

So here he was, sitting in the corner of a dingy bar not really knowing how he’d gotten there. Maybe some hot, raw sex with the two blondes would lighten his mood. Maybe pounding his cock into their wet warmth would help him feel connected to another human being, if only for a brief moment. A quick glance assured him the two women were still interested. One of them caught his attention when she opened her mouth over the long neck of her beer bottle, letting her lips slide up and down its slender neck. His cock jerked. Oh, yeah, he could use some of that tonight.

Taking another mouthful of beer, he casually listened in on the conversations going on around him as he pondered whether he should try and find a motel close by for the night. Most of the chatter he tuned out immediately, not really interested in whose wife was cheating on whom or why someone thought their boss was a shithead.

“. . . gonna be a problem.”

Stefan’s head shot up as he focused intently on the speaker. His heart was pounding in his chest and he had no idea why. With all his attention centered on the two men talking in low whispers on the other side of the room, he listened.

“She just needs a little more encouragement is all.” The larger of the two men had long, shaggy brown hair and a bushy beard. He punctuated his words with a nod and a mouthful of beer.

“You think?” The smaller, skinnier one glanced around as he spoke. His leg bobbed in a nervous rhythm.

“Sure.” The big man nodded again. “Laurel Rose is a woman living on her own up in the hills. How hard can it be to scare her into moving?”

“I don’t know, Aaron.” He pushed his thinning, dirty-blond hair back from his face and swiped a hand across his chin as if thinking about what his friend had just said. “She don’t seem to be the type to scare easy.”

White teeth flashed through the bush of facial hair as Aaron smiled. “Don’t you worry, Clem. She’ll be ready to sign them papers and move by the end of the week.”

Clem nodded, obviously more than willing to believe every word the other man said.

Stefan sat frozen in his chair. He had no idea who this woman was and, furthermore, it was none of his business. But some primal instinct had kicked in at the mere mention of her name. Laurel Rose. He rolled it over in his mind, examining it from every angle. He whispered it under his breath. It was a good name, a solid name, and just saying it brought him more peace than anything else had in years.

His gaze narrowed, and he studied the two men as the hunter in him surged to life. He needed more information. But first he needed to appease his hunger in order to be at his peak strength. Leaving the bottle still half full on the table, he rose and strode out of the bar without looking back.

Once again, he felt all eyes on him as he blew back out into the night as swiftly and silently as he’d entered. Only this time, he sent out a mental command as he left. He walked around the side of the building and into the darkness. Leaning against the outside wall, he crossed his arms and waited for his company to arrive.






Eternal Brothers
Book 4: Dalakis Passion
by N.J. Walters



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When an anonymous late-night tip sends reporter Sophia Daring to the cemetery, she isn’t prepared for what she finds there—a grisly murder scene and the body of a woman completely drained of blood. Sophia’s never been scared off a story before, but this time all the clues point to one disturbing conclusion: this was the work of the mysterious and dangerous Dalakis brothers. And just as unsettling for the fiercely independent Sophia is the irresistible pull of the stranger also working the case, the sensually compelling Zane York.

A ex-cop, Zane has made it his personal mission to prove that the secretive Dalakis family are powerful vampires and ruthless killers. But when his investigation takes him to New Orleans and their latest victim, he begins to suspect that the Dalakis are being framed by an enemy as dark and mysterious as they are. And even as he struggles with his doubts about the family, there’s no doubt about his hungry response to the hauntingly beautiful Sophia. He knows he must make her his own, whatever the cost.

As the smoldering chemistry between Sophia and Zane ignites in a delirious haze of passion, they will find themselves immersed in the Dalakis family secrets and the trail of murder that leads to their door. And as their fears and suspicions war with an unquenchable desire, she and Zane will discover that a secret from the past may pose the deadliest threat yet . . .

This is a revised edition of a previous published book.



"ETERNAL BROTHERS will have you enthralled with the first chapter and amazed by the last...If you are looking for a couple of steamy yet sweet romances, sexy vampires, gutsy humans, danger, action, intrigue with good and evil characters you can love and hate, then ETERNAL BROTHERS is just what you need."
Annetta Sweetko, Fresh Fiction

"Eternal Brothers was a book that I see myself reading over, and over again this winter. What made this story different than any other vampire romance I have ever read, was the way it was written to include multiple storylines at once. And all the storylines will capture your imagination and without a doubt, you will be begging for more."
-Yearwood La Novela

Excerpt from Eternal Brothers
©2007 & 2017 N.J. Walters



Opening the refrigerator door, she peered inside. Not much to choose from here. She’d forgotten to get groceries. Again. There was a partial bottle of mayonnaise, some French salad dressing, a part of a block of butter, and a container of milk that she knew had been there way too long.

The cupboard was no better—a partial box of cereal, some stale crackers, a single can of tuna, and a jar of peanut butter. Slamming the door shut, she reached for the phone, making her decision. Take-out it was.

Dialing by rote, she tapped her foot against the floor as she listened to the rings. A harried-sounding young man answered on the sixth ring. Sophia quickly ordered a large pizza with the works. She figured that way she’d have leftovers, so that took care of tomorrow’s food as well. Hanging up the phone, she decided to try to relax while she waited for her supper to be delivered.

Padding into the tiny living room, she sank her tired bones down into her favorite chair. It was slightly rounded in shape, covered in plush blue velvet, and was incredibly comfortable. Sophia liked it because it was large enough for her to curl up in.

She’d placed a table alongside it and a reading lamp behind it. She’d passed many an evening reading or doing a crossword or just relaxing. And how pathetic was that, she thought as she drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around them. She really didn’t have much of a social life. But then again, she never had. Social interaction wasn’t easy for her. She felt awkward and gawky, just as she had since she was a child. Give her work any day. When she was working, she had no trouble talking to people. Of course, she wasn’t really talking to them—more like just questioning them.

Tilting back her head, she closed her eyes and let out a huge sigh. She was too tired for such introspection. Besides which, she’d been through it all before and had come to terms with who she was. Two failed relationships had taught her that she was better off on her own.

Reaching up behind her, she started to pull down the thick blue throw blanket that was draped across the back of the chair. Before she could do more than touch the corner of it, a loud, authoritative thump came on her front door.

She frowned as she uncurled her legs and pushed her tired body out of the chair. It was too soon for the delivery guy. The more she thought about it, the more it sounded like a cop’s knock. Cops had their own distinctive way of announcing themselves.

She hoped it wasn’t the detectives in charge of the case with more questions. She’d had enough questions last night, and again this afternoon when she’d taken her answering machine in to them. She’d thought Detective Simpson was going to blow a blood vessel in his forehead, his face had gotten so red. Maybe she should have mentioned she’d recorded the call last night, but she’d wanted to make sure she had a copy for herself first.

Then there was the question of the note she’d taken from the crime scene. It had been pure instinct that had made her shove the note in her pocket. She wasn’t sure why she’d kept quiet about it, but she had. Now she was guilty of withholding evidence, but she still wasn’t sure what she was going to do about it.

Ever cautious, she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse where it sat on the small hutch situated just inside the front door. After what she’d seen last night, it would be stupid not to be careful. She still had no idea if the person who’d called her had been the murderer, but the police thought it was likely. With her finger on the speed dial for the cops, she looked through the peephole.

“Who is it?” Whoever was out there was standing to one side of the door so she couldn’t see them.

“My name is Zane York. I’m a cop.”

So she was right. Sophia leaned her head against the hard surface of the door and cursed softly. She so did not need this right now. Glancing down at her less-than-professional attire, she sighed. “This isn’t a good time.” Maybe he’d go away.

“I won’t stay long. I just have a few questions.”

Nope, he definitely wasn’t going to go away. Knowing that she really had no choice, she undid all the locks and dragged the door open. “I didn’t think you guys had any questions left that you hadn’t . . .” The word “asked” was lost as her mouth dropped open and she stared at the man standing outside her door.

Gorgeous was just too weak a word. Primal, maybe. Dangerous, definitely. Her gaze roved upward. He had to be almost a foot taller than her. Okay, maybe that was a stretch, but not by much. He was just so darn big that he appeared huge. The man was definitely a couple of inches over six feet. His shoulders seemed to fill the entire doorway and stretched the seams of his tight black T-shirt.

His face was a work of art. His cheekbones were high, his jaw was strong, but not quite square. He had full lips that were set in a serious line. His hair was as black as a raven’s wing and looked just as soft. It was cut short, but she wanted to run her fingers through it. His eyes were a surprise. A muddy brown in color, they didn’t seem to suit the rest of his face, but his lashes were black and thick.

There was an animal magnetism that seemed to roll off the man, a barely suppressed need for action that pulsed just below the surface. He sighed, waiting not quite patiently as she perused him. Too bad. He’d have to wait. Speaking was beyond her at this moment.

She caught a whiff of him and almost moaned with pleasure. Damn, he smelled fantastic. She wanted to bury her face in the curve of his neck and just inhale. She’d never had this kind of immediate reaction to any man in her entire life.

At least not to any living, breathing man. The phantom lover in her dreams was a whole other story. He was the only other man she’d ever had this kind of reaction to and he wasn’t real. Pheromones, yeah, that was it. It had to be pure chemistry. If she could bottle whatever this man exuded, she could make a fortune. The urge to tear off her clothes, throw herself onto the floor, and offer herself to this man was almost overwhelming.

Her breathing was getting shallower and she felt slightly dizzy. Her breasts were swollen and aching, the tips hard pebbles pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. But it was nothing compared to the throbbing heat between her thighs. She wanted to arch her hips against the hardness pressing against the front of his jeans. Oh yeah, he was as aroused as she was. And from what she could see, he had a rather impressive bulge there.

She’d certainly never seen this man before. A woman would never forget a man this hot.






DECEMBER 2017
Endless Chase
Book 5: Dalakis Passion
by N.J. Walters



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Since the night her parents were brutally murdered, Katya Markova has been driven by a dark quest for vengeance. When her search for the killers leads her to the heart of Transylvania and the ancestral home of the Dalakis, she hopes to finally take her revenge and put her horrific memories and the souls of her parents to rest. Then she meets the mesmerizing Chase Deveraux, and his intensely passionate touch threatens to weaken her resolve as she surrenders to his sensual promise.

With his life in disarray, Chase has retreated to the remote castle of the Dalakis clan to sort things out in isolation, but instead is inexplicably drawn to the mysterious Katya. Instantly spellbound by her tough warrior exterior and compelling beauty, Chase finds that Katya captivates him like no other woman has before—until he learns of her dark intent and is torn between his own needs and those of his family.

Because Katya is enmeshed in a world of lies and deceptions, and has brought that world to the Dalakis doorstep. As their unquenchable passion spirals to incredible sensual heights, Chase and Katya will be forced to make a choice, one that could destroy the Dalakis clan for all time or unite the desperate young lovers for eternity…

This is a revised edition of a previous published book.



Excerpt from Endless Chase
©2009 & 2017 N.J. Walters



A shadow detached itself from the trees and he caught his first glimpse of the intruder. He blinked. Twice. Not quite believing his eyes.

A woman strode toward him, no hesitation in her step. She was fairly tall, but was still a half foot shorter than him. Her hair was black as midnight and cropped short. Her body was lithe and lean, clad in combat boots, leather pants, and a black leather jacket.

As she came closer, the first rays of sunlight hit her face and she blinked, throwing up her hand to shield her eyes. Unable to stop himself, Chase walked toward her. He needed to touch her to see if she was real. They met about halfway, both stopping to stare at the other.

Up close, he could see that her skin was soft and pale, almost porcelain. It was the kind of skin that only babies and young children seemed to have. His fingers itched to touch it, to see if it was as soft as it appeared.

Her chin was rounded, but tilted at a stubborn angle. Her nose was small and perfect, her cheekbones high. But it was her eyes that captivated him. Dark blue, so dark they were almost black. They were the eyes of an old soul. She blinked and her long, dark lashes swept down to touch her cheekbones.

He reached out and traced his thumb over the curve of her cheek. Her eyes flew open and she took a quick step back.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

Her eyes darkened even further and her lips thinned. “I am afraid of nothing.” Her voice was slightly accented. Maybe Russian, or maybe she was Romanian. It was hard to say. Still, her voice was low and husky, and he liked the way she sounded. He wanted to hear her speak again.

“My mistake.” He inclined his head in apology.

She snorted but didn’t turn away. It appeared he wasn’t the only one fascinated. She licked her lips and Chase felt his gut tighten. God, her lips were full and rosy and totally kissable.

“Why are you here?”

Chase felt the corners of his mouth turn up. He sensed this woman wouldn’t back down from anyone or anything. “That’s my line, not yours,” he countered. “This land belongs to extended family of mine. If anyone is trespassing, it’s you.”

“You’re a Dalakis.” Her hands opened and closed at her sides, but other than that she was as still as a stone.

“Not exactly.” He could sense her growing tension and tilted his head to one side to study her better. She intrigued him. “If you know who owns this land, then you know you’re trespassing.” Cristofor didn’t mind the occasional hiker, but mostly discouraged folks from tromping around the land by posting warnings about bears and wolves. The place was fairly isolated in the mountains so it usually wasn’t much of a problem.

“I’m just hiking.” There was an edge to her words. She turned slightly, easing back toward the shadows, and he saw the crossbow on her back.

“Hunting isn’t allowed.”

“That is for protection only. I don’t hunt”—she paused—“animals.”

Before he could understand the deeper meaning he was certain was underlying her words, she headed back toward the woods. “Wait!” Chase stalked after her, unwilling to let her go. Some dormant instinct within him was screaming at him not to let her leave him, to grab her and drag her back to the castle with him.

Images of the two of them naked in his large bed filled his mind. He shook his head to clear it. He must be going out of his mind. He’d just met this woman trespassing on family land. “What’s your name?” he demanded as he caught her by the shoulder.

She whirled away, crouching, her body in a defensive fighting stance.

Chase held up his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you.” The mere thought appalled him. “I would never hurt you. I just want to know who you are.”

“You should be more worried about me hurting you.” She crossed her arms over her chest.








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