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Product Description The Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter backlist lights up the night. In her eighth adventure, Anita Blake can't turn her back on a former lover during the full moon. Especially since he's behind bars-and he's a werewolf... About the Author Laurell K. Hamilton is a full-time writer and the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter series and the Merry Gentry series. She lives in a suburb of St. Louis with her family. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Acknowledgments TO MY HUSBAND, Gary, who first took me into the hills of Tennessee. To my writing group, the Alternate Historians: Tom Drennan, N. L. Drew, Deborah Millitello, Rett MacPherson, Marella Sands, Sharon Shinn, and Mark Sumner, and our newest member, W. Agustus Elliot, who missed the critique of this book by a few months. Here’s to the best writing group I’ve ever been a part of. Here is the correct address to get messages to me online: [email protected]. It was edited by an overzealous copyeditor in the acknowledgments of the last book. Table of Contents 1 I WAS DREAMING of cool flesh and sheets the color of fresh blood. The phone shattered the dream, leaving only fragments, a glimpse of midnight blue eyes, hands gliding down my body, his hair flung across my face in a sweet, scented cloud. I woke in my own house, miles from Jean-Claude with the feel of his body clinging to me. I fumbled the phone from the bedside table and mumbled, “Hello.” “Anita, is that you?” It was Daniel Zeeman, Richard’s baby brother. Daniel was twenty-four and cute as a bug’s ear. Baby didn’t really cover it. Richard had been my fiancé once upon a time—until I chose Jean-Claude over him. Sleeping with the other man put a real crimp in our social plans. Not that I blamed Richard. No, I blamed myself. It was one of the few things Richard and I still shared. I squinted at the glowing dial of the bedside clock. 3:10 A.M. “Daniel, what’s wrong?” No one calls at ten after the witching hour with good news. He took a deep breath, as if preparing himself for the next line. “Richard’s in jail.” I sat up, sheets sliding in a bundle to my lap. “What did you say?” I was suddenly wide awake, heart thudding, adrenaline pumping. “Richard is in jail,” he repeated. I didn’t make him say it again, though I wanted to. “What for?” I asked. “Attempted rape,” he said. “What?” I said. Daniel repeated it. It didn’t make any more sense the second time I heard it. “Richard is like the ultimate Boy Scout,” I said. “I’d believe murder before I’d believe rape.” “I guess that’s a compliment,” he said. “You know what I meant, Daniel. Richard wouldn’t do something like that.” “I agree,” he said. “Is he in Saint Louis?” I asked. “No, he’s still in Tennessee. He finished up his requirements for his master’s degree and got arrested that night.” “Tell me what happened.” “I don’t exactly know,” he said. “What do you mean?” I asked. “They won’t let me see him,” Daniel said. “Why not?” “Mom got in to see him, but they wouldn’t let all of us in.” “Has he got a lawyer?” I asked. “He says he doesn’t need one. He says he didn’t do it.” “Prison is full of people who didn’t do it, Daniel. He needs a lawyer. It’s his word against the woman’s. If she’s local and he isn’t, he’s in trouble.” “He’s in trouble,” Daniel said. “Shit,” I said. “There’s more bad news,” he said. I threw the covers back and stood, clutching the phone. “Tell me.” “There’s going to be a blue moon this month.” He said it very quietly, no explanation, but I understood. Richard was an alpha werewolf. He was head of the local pack. It was his only serious flaw. We’d broken up after I’d seen him eat somebody. What I’d seen had sent me running to Jean-Claude’s arms. I’d run from the werewolf to the vampire. Jean-Claude was Master of the City of Saint Louis. He was definitely not the more human of the two. I know there isn’t a lot to choose from between a bloodsucker and a fle
