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Expiez: Redeem Your Blood Lust
Expiez: Redeem Your Blood Lust
Expiez: Redeem Your Blood Lust
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Book four in the Human Vampire Series

After spending a year in jail for his contribution to the accidental death of Melissa Schwartz, Darus is determined to change his life. But that's all easier said than done. It isn't until Clare Brown, the sister of a woman who hates him more than Satan, shows up unexpectedly in New Orleans that he finds the motivation to truly change.

If only the path to her wasn't lined with land mines...

Warning: This book contains adult content and is not suitable for readers under 18.

The Human Vampire Series:
La Luxure (Book One)- April 2011
de Sang (Book Two)- October 2011
Eveillez (Book Three) - May 2012
Expiez (Book Four) - September 2012

LanguageEnglish
PublisherCD Hussey
Release dateSep 4, 2012
ISBN9781476234755
Expiez: Redeem Your Blood Lust
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CD Hussey

CD Hussey has been writing for as long as words came from the end of her pencil instead of just scribbles. In her grandmother's basement, CD and her sisters would spend hours writing romance stories and having Barbie and her friends act them out. She wrote her first full length novel at 12, rewrote it at 16, rewrote it again at 25, and then put it on the shelf and started a new series.When not writing, CD Hussey enjoys a career as a professional engineer in the Midwest. A chronic hobbyist, CD's interests range from mountain biking to belly dancing, and include everything in between. Currently, CD's obsession is aerial silks, but past obsessions have included fire poi and hula hoop. CD calls these the "burning man" hobbies, and hopes to infuse her writing with some of the fun and unique creativity found in the desert festival.La Luxure is the first released book in a series of separate but related Romantica "light" novels set within the Human Vampire community in New Orleans. Besides exploring the world of Human Vampires, CD also enjoys writing fantasy romance. Favorite authors include JR Ward, Terry Brooks, and David Eddings.

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    Expiez - CD Hussey

    Expiez

    Redeem Your Blood Lust

    C.D. Hussey

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    Copyright (c) 2012 C.D. Hussey

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Epilogue

    Chapter One

    Are you going inside, O negative, or do you plan on lingering out here all night?

    "You have got to be kidding me." Clare had been standing in the small brick courtyard outside La Luxure, the bar her sister owned with her new husband, for nearly fifteen minutes, unable to decide what to do. Before that, she'd driven for nine hours straight to get to New Orleans, stopping only to get gas. She was exhausted. She really had to pee. But for some reason she'd been unable to walk into the bar, even though she knew Julia would be overjoyed to see her.

    It was unfucking-believable that of all the people who might stumble across her grappling with a huge pile of indecisiveness, it would be Darus. A man who'd bitten a woman a year ago and then left her on the street to die. A man who had stalked and simultaneously scared Julia senseless. Darus.

    She turned to face him.

    Whoa. He was a lot better looking than Julia had indicated. A lot better looking. Tall but not too tall, definitely trim, he had great cheekbones and gorgeous, gray eyes. He wore a top hat, so she couldn't tell what his hair was like, but he wasn't sporting waist-length dreads as Julia had described, that was for sure.

    He eyed her quizzically. Do we know each other?

    I know you. Darus, right?

    He leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette and took a long drag. My reputation precedes me.

    She hmphed. Don't flatter yourself. I know you because you used that same stupid, cheesy line on my sister a year ago.

    He sucked the cigarette until the cherry grew half an inch and then flicked it into the pond. This hissing sound it sputtered on impact made the demon fountain seem alive. Pushing off the wall, he closed the distance between them. She stared unbelieving at him as leaned forward, put his nose right next to her neck, and inhaled.

    Are you sniffing me? she asked incredulously as she shoved him back. At least he smelled good. She was pretty sure he was wearing Myrrh.

    He grinned. His teeth were like her brother-in-law Armand's: very white with very long, very sharp canines. You do smell delicious.

    Seriously? Is that what they're teaching these days at pervert school?

    His grin only got bigger. It's covered in pervert 101, baby. Week two.

    She just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

    His gaze swept over her, lingering, she noticed, on the suitcase she'd hastily packed. He took in everything in order: her boots, her jeans, the Smith's concert Tee from 1985, her hair, and then finally settled his gray gaze back on her face. I can't believe Julia Laroque is your sister.

    Oh, so now you remember the little déjà vu moment we had earlier.

    Not really. You just smell like her.

    That's disgusting.

    He actually laughed. She couldn't believe it. What's your name, sister of Julia?

    Clare.

    Pleasure to meet you, he said, his voice smooth and seductive. So tell me, Clare, why are you hanging out here? He gestured around the courtyard. And why are you going inside through the bar?

    Because she'd dumped her phone in the trash and forgotten to write down Julia's number first. Clare's sister had no idea she had left St. Louis. Julia didn't know a lot of things.

    Don't you know the secret knock to the upstairs lair? he continued. She could only assume he was referring to the apartment Julia shared with Armand above the bar.

    I don't think it's any of your fucking business. Maybe I'm desperate for a beer.

    The too harsh response made him furrow his brow. I can appreciate that. Here, let me carry your suitcase. Maybe I'll even buy your beer. He stooped to retrieve the case and his gaze landed on the bruises on her arm. The furrows deepened and she self-consciously covered the bruises with her hand. She should've worn a jacket. He immediately jerked his gaze away. They hate me in this place, he told her as he picked up her suitcase. If you walk in behind me, you'll hardly be noticed.

    Part of Clare wanted to tell him to fuck off, but a larger part was grateful for his offer. If they hate you, why do you come here?

    His eyebrows bobbed once. Spite. She wasn't sure whether he was joking or not, but there was something about his mischievous expression that told her he was not.

    There weren't many people inside, about a dozen. Clare immediately saw her sister. Julia was leaning against the liquor shelving behind the bar, casually sipping a glass of wine and chatting with Slade, the hugely muscled bartender, and a tall, leggy redhead. Clare hadn't heard about the redhead but then, she hadn't talked to Julia in a month. Only partially by choice.

    It took all of ten seconds for Julia to notice her. Oh my God, she cried, pushing roughly off the shelf. Oh my God. She set her glass of wine down and bounded from behind the bar. Clare drew in a breath and held it as Julia ran to her and threw her arms around her neck. Oh my God!

    Are you having a religious moment?

    I can't believe you're here! Julia held her at arm's length, drank her in, and then hugged her tightly. I've been trying to call you for weeks. I was getting worried.

    Yeah, I've had a problem with my phone.

    Darus set the suitcase on the floor next to Clare. He briefly caught her eye, his expression serious, before turning and heading toward a back table. Julia watched him go like he was the boogeyman.

    He knows, Clare thought.

    She tugged the sleeve of her Tee over the bruises. Thankfully, Chris had left her face alone. She rolled her swollen lip between her teeth. Well, most of it anyway.

    When did you get here? How long are you staying? Did you fly down? Where's Chris?

    There was the question she didn't want to answer. I'm sorry, Jules, I'm super tired. Can I fill you in later? She offered Julia a meek smile.

    Besides the concern on her face, Julia looked great. Her skin bronzed and glowing, her hair loose and long—almost to her waist—she was trim and more fit than Clare had ever seen her. And she looked radiant. Married life obviously agreed with her.

    Clare felt a little jealous, and not because Armand was the hottest guy in New Orleans. It was more because her relationship had come crashing to the ground. Or more appropriately, crashing into the side of her face.

    Of course. Julia picked up the bag. You just have the one suitcase?

    And as much shit she'd been able to toss into her car, which wasn't much. Only having three hours to escape meant she'd left a lot of her things behind. Yep.

    Slade, can you hand me my wine, please, Julia said as she walked behind the bar. The bulky bartender passed over the glass. He was so much beefier than Clare remembered from Mardi Gras, like he'd been doing double duty in the gym. And like Julia, he looked great. Not with the same healthy glow she carried—he actually had faint blue circles under his red eyes—but he just looked happy. Thanks, Julia said to him. She turned to Clare. You want anything?

    A double shot of tequila with a whiskey back. I'm good, she said instead. The liquor probably wouldn't mix well with the sleeping pills she was planning on choking down as soon as she was alone and near a bed.

    Before joining Julia behind the bar, Clare glanced toward Darus seated at a back table. He was chatting with another patron, but his gray eyes lifted when her gaze settled on him. He made a little flamboyant gesture with his hand—something resembling a bow—and then returned his attention to his neighbor.

    We've finished a lot more on the third story since you were here last, Julia told her as she led her through the back room and up the stairs. You actually get your own bathroom.

    Sweet.

    How long are you staying? She asked when she stopped at the door to the apartment, key in the lock, hand on the knob, wine balanced precariously between her fingers. Clare felt a little guilty being so empty handed.

    Um…

    Julia waited, expecting an answer no doubt. When Clare still hadn't answered after an awkward five seconds of silence, she pushed the door open.

    We're thinking about turning half of the third floor into an apartment.

    Well, that settled it. Julia knew, too.

    In typical Julia form, she didn't say anything. If roles were reversed, Clare would be up Julia's ass for answers. But that wasn't Julia. She immediately led Clare up the stairs to the third floor, depositing her suitcase on the floor of the immaculate guest bedroom.

    It looked pretty much as she remembered. The sleek platform bed was a deep black with a rich, red silk comforter that matched the drapes. The walls were painted slate gray and contrasted nicely with the dark walnut floors. The art on the walls were simple black and white scenes from around New Orleans.

    Those are new, Clare said, sitting on the bed.

    Yeah, I picked up photography this year. I thought being surrounded by pictures of New Orleans would be fun for guests.

    They're nice. I think that one's from Venice, though. She pointed to a picture of a canal with a Gondola tethered to a post.

    Julia smiled sheepishly. I couldn't help myself.

    Tomorrow, I want to hear all about your honeymoon, Clare said, right before a huge yawn stretched her jaws wide.

    Absolutely. I can probably take tomorrow afternoon off, but I have a meeting in the morning I can't miss. You think you'll be okay?

    Of course. I'm the one who sprang a surprise visit on you. Shit, I probably won't even get up before noon. It really wasn't an exaggeration. Clare planned on taking a double dose of sleeping pills. She was hoping for a good fourteen hours of sleep. Julia turned to leave. "Oh, and Jules, you don't need to take the day off. I'm

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