Billionaires After Dark Collection: The Werewolf Liaison and The Vampire Affair

By Vivi Anna

Tired of the same boring billionaires?  Looking for danger and intrigue?  Then be prepared for The Werewolf Liaison and The Vampire Affair, one’s got claws and the other fangs but both are here to please in any way possible.

The Werewolf Liaison: part one - After a terrible accident in the ambulance, EMT Olivia Jordan didn't expect to wake up chained to a bed. The tall dark sexy man holding her prisoner is not what she expected either. But Garrick Blackthorn's not your everyday kidnapper, no, there's something extraordinary about him. Something that attracts Olivia. Something dark and secret.
 (originally published as Bad to the Bone)

The Vampire Affair: part one and two - Makayla Bradley risks everything including her first job as a journalist to get the goods on billionaire playboy businessman Jonathan Devane. A man who enthralled her from a single passionate kiss months prior in a Toronto nightclub. A man who makes her blood race and her insides throb. A man with dark secrets...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Vivi Anna
• Release date: Dec 4, 2014
• ISBN: 9781502220745

Vivi Anna

A BAD GIRL at heart, Vivi Anna likes to burn up the pages with her original unique brand of fantasy fiction. Whether it's in ancient Egypt, or in an apocalyptic future, Vivi always writes fast paced action-adventure with strong independent women that can kick some butt, and dark delicious heroes to kill for. Once shot at while repossessing a car, Vivi decided that maybe her life needed a change. The first time she picked up a pen and put words to paper, she knew she had found her heart. Within two paragraphs, she realised she could write about getting into all sorts of trouble without suffering the consequences. When Vivi isn't writing, you can find her causing a ruckus at downtown bistros, flea markets, or playgrounds.

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Chapter Two

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A cool breeze rustled the hair at the nape of her neck. Olivia raised a hand and pushed the tendrils away. She rolled onto her back and blinked open her eyes, to stare at the gray cement ceiling.

She was alive.

Olivia glanced around the pitiful room. If one could call it that. She thought it looked more like a cell. It was bare except for a worn wooden chair and the mattress that she lay on. The walls were drab gray cement and were unadorned. A thin, tiny window was above her and open which provided the gentle breeze that swept over her. She tried to sit up.

It was then, that she noticed with absolute horror, that her left arm and leg were chained to the walls with thick metal cuffs encompassing both. She pulled at them, but knew it was no use. Even if she’d been a man, ten times the size and strength, she would not be able to break free of the chains.

She laid still, her breath coming in panicked waves. She was a prisoner. Someone or something held her against her will. She closed her eyes and shook her head. No not something. It had to be someone. But as she recalled flashes of long razor-sharp teeth, and black shaggy hair in her mind, she wasn’t so certain.

The door to the room opened. Olivia gasped as a large powerfully built man marched in. He carried a tray of steaming food and a cup. He grabbed the wooden chair slid it over to the mattress and set the tray down on it. He put his hands on his hips and loomed over her, an unhappy look on his tanned chiseled face.

What did you see? his voice was low and rough and made Olivia shiver.

Where am I? Why am I a prisoner?

His expression remained stoic. What did you see?

I don’t understand. Tears ran down her cheeks. She felt weak and overpowered; emotions she didn’t often feel.

Having grown up with three older brothers, she had made certain that she never allowed herself to feel like that, especially not to show it. Under the powerful gaze of the man’s light blue eyes, and the waves of energy she felt surge over her, she could not help but feel anything but.

He frowned, then picked up the tray. He sat down on the chair, balancing it on his lap. Are you hungry?

Olivia nodded, as her stomach involuntarily growled. Smells of hot tasty food wafted to her nose.

I’ll unlock your arm so you can eat. He leaned forward, grabbing her wrist. Don’t even think about hitting me or anything stupid like that. I don’t want to hurt you... He stopped.

She narrowed her eyes at him. Yet? That’s what you were going to say, wasn’t it? I don’t want to hurt you yet.

He unlocked her wrist and sat back in the chair, staring at her. Olivia sat up and rubbed at her wrist. It ached. Actually, her whole body still ached. She had forgotten about the accident. She feared the worse.

Where’s Roger? Where’s the woman?

Without answering, he set the tray down on her lap and handed her a plastic spoon. She took it and glared up at him. Fear and weakness slowly leaked out of her as anger for her situation replaced them.

You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?

Shut up and eat. He turned and strode to the open door.

I won’t go quietly, you know. I’ll rip out your eyes before the end.

He went through the door and turned to close it behind him. She could plainly see the grin on his face.

Olivia stared down at the food and water. She didn’t want to eat. She wanted to toss the tray across the room in protest, but knew that would be a foolish thing to do. If she wanted to fight, she’d need the energy the food would provide. And fight she would. He had picked the wrong woman, if he thought she would be a meek plaything for him to taunt and torture. Her death may come at the end, but she would make him work for it.

Digging her spoon into the stew, she thought about why she was here, and whom the giant man was that held her prisoner. She had never seen him before. She would definitely remember a man his size, and unfortunately, with his looks.

He had longish black hair that flirted over the collar of his T-shirt. Eyes the color of robin’s eggs and a face chiseled from granite. Under his tight shirt and jeans, she could plainly see a body that matched his face, hard and unyielding. He was a formidable and stunning presence. Why were the good-looking men in her life all psychopaths?

She finished the stew and her water, just as the door opened again. He strode to the bed, picked up the tray, and set it on the floor. He then, sat back down in the wooden chair.

I’m going to ask you some questions, and you’re going to answer them. If you answer them, and I think they are the truth, then I will leave the chain off your wrist. If I think you’re lying, I will chain you up again, and that will be the end of any chance you have of salvaging your life. He bent forward resting his elbows on his thighs, his eyes flashing in the low light. Do you understand, Olivia?

Olivia swallowed and took a deep breath, but did not look away from his intense stare. His voice had power to it. She could feel it vibrate across her skin. Shivers erupted over her body. The way he said her name gave a whole new meaning to the word threatening.

Yes, I understand, she managed through chattering teeth. How did you know my name?

He reached behind him and came away with her wallet. He opened it up and looked down at her driver’s license.

Olivia Annabelle Jordan, born August 28, 1965, #203, 2525 17th Ave. SW. He glanced up at her. Blood type O, which is good to know if something should happen to you. You have a Visa, Mastercard, and a Victoria Secret’s credit card. He glanced down briefly at her chest. Which is also nice to know.

Olivia crossed her arms over her chest. His one small glance made her feel very exposed and vulnerable. Her nipples hardened despite her mental protests.

He sneered. Don’t worry I’m not interested in your underwear. I just want some answers to some simple questions.

Fine, she said, but could not stop the quivers in her thighs that his gaze coaxed from her.

What did the injured woman say to you?

What? Is that what this is about? That woman?

Did she tell you anything?

No. She could hardly speak. She was shot three times. Olivia narrowed her eyes. You shot her, didn’t you?

No, I didn’t. But I’m asking the questions here. If you ask me one more, I will chain you up again.

She pursed her lips to stop the slew of retorts she had formulated in her mind. He didn’t want questions, and he probably didn’t want to hear the litany of insults she had waiting either.

Did you see anything?

Like what? Olivia put her hand up in defense before he could lean forward and grab her arm. That is a logical question. I mean, I saw lots of things...I saw a woman lying bleeding in the street, I saw three bullet wounds in her chest, I saw... She stopped and stared at him.

He perked up. Yeah, go on.

I saw a weird grayish liquid in her wounds.

Did you tell your partner? Did you radio it in?

Olivia thought for a moment. Did she tell Roger what she saw? She couldn’t remember.

No, I told him that we might have a contaminant and to call ahead to warn them about a possible quarantine.

Did he radio it in?

She shook her head. I don’t think so. We hit something and went over the embankment before he could. She raised her hand to her head and fingered the stitched up wound.

Are you sure?

Yes, I’m sure.

He sat back in the chair and nodded. That’s good. Leaves me with only one thing to take care of.

Olivia’s eyes went wide. You mean me, don’t you?

He leaned forward to grab her. She struck out at his arm, pushing it away then jumped up to her feet on the mattress. She ran down the bed to where her leg chain was imbedded in the wall. She’d have better maneuverability here.

He rubbed at the spot where she hit him and stood up. Nice move. But what’s the point, you can’t get away.

I don’t have to get away. All I have to do is kick your ass. It would be worth anything you do to me afterwards.

He smiled. Damn! How could a psychopath like him, have such a sexy and disarming smile.

Girl, I don’t have time for this bullshit. He stepped up onto the mattress and moved toward her.

Olivia took up a karate stance. She’d been taking lessons for three years. She never thought she’d have the focus to ever use it outside the dojo. She kicked out with her leg as he stepped closer.

She connected solidly with his knee, but he didn’t flinch, or even blink. It was like kicking a tree stump. He stood in front of her and smiled again. She brought her arm back and punched him solidly in the face. His lip split and blood trickled down his chin. He poked out his tongue and licked it away.

There, now that you’ve kicked my ass, be a good girl and behave. He grabbed her arm and pulled her across the bed. I really don’t want to hurt you.

Olivia struggled against his strong hold. She brought her other hand up to strike him again, but stilled when he glared down at her.

Don’t.

But you’re going to kill me, what do I care?

I never said I was going to kill you. You just assumed I would.

Well, you’re a homicidal psychopath. What do you suppose I think?

Lady, you don’t know the half of it.

When they reached the tether on her leg chain, he nipped her at the waist and picked her up dropping her on the bed. He quickly knelt down beside her and grabbed the heavy metal cuff, opened it and brought it around her wrist.

Please don’t. I’ll behave. I will. I promise. 

He glanced down at her face. Tears welled in her eyes.

I’ll do anything you want. Anything. She brought her other hand over to his leg. She placed it on his thigh and rubbed it back and forth.

His leg felt like steel under her hand. She choked back the sobs as she moved her hand upwards. She felt sick to her stomach, but forced herself to continue. Maybe she could convince him to let her go. Maybe deep down in his brilliant blue eyes was a man with a soul, with a conscience.

She moved her hand over the crotch of his jeans. She could feel him underneath. Felt his flesh twitch as she caressed him through the denim.

He brought his hand on top of hers and stilled it. He grabbed it and tossed it away. Girl, don’t debase yourself. The feisty stuff I believe. This, I don’t.

He snapped the cuff closed around her wrist and jumped back before she could strike out at him again.

You bastard! I would never let you fuck me. I was going to put your cock in my mouth and bite it off!

He chuckled. Now, that I believe. He walked to the door and went through shutting it behind him.

Olivia screamed. She couldn’t believe his nerve. He was laughing at her. Laughing at her survival instincts. He knew and anticipated her every move. It was like he sensed her thoughts.

Chapter Three

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Garrick leaned against the closed door and sighed. The woman was feisty, to be sure. For someone so petite, she sure had quite the wallop. He ran a finger over his swelling lip. Damn fine punch! He grinned.

Too bad they had to meet under such strained circumstances. Garrick thought he would have liked to spar some more with Ms. Olivia Jordan. Sparring that most certainly would lead to more interesting maneuvers. When he had picked her up and tossed her back on the bed, her beautiful auburn hair had spread out on the mattress. As he gazed down at her, he wished she had been looking back with desire in her green eyes and not fear.

Goes with the territory, he supposed. Regret he had been pondering for some time now. He was starting to get too soft for the job.

Garrick went up the long flight of stairs out of the basement. He turned the corner and went into the small but bright kitchen. Picking up the phone, he wandered into the den dialing. His party answered on the second ring.

The situation is under control, Garrick said then paused waiting for a response. Keep your people under control from now on. I’m tired of cleaning up your messes. He sat down on his leather computer chair and looked out the big bay window at the surrounding woods. I know I’m the Keeper of Secrets, Corin, but if keeping our secrets means dealing with you personally, I will do what must be done. He pushed the disconnect button and tossed the phone onto the antique wooden desk.

He swiveled his chair back to the computer. He did an Internet search on the ambulance crash. There were five different stories about the crash, and the mysterious disappearance of the body and of EMT Olivia Jordan. Roger had made it safely to the hospital and only sustained mild head injuries. Garrick was relieved he didn’t have to pay him a visit.

He swiveled again in his chair and stared out the window. He loved the view from this room. Trees and grass, and nature. This was the reason he had bought the big house on a couple of acres of land. He hated living in the city among so much concrete. He did keep a penthouse apartment in town though for emergencies.  He could afford more if he wished but open space and fresh air was what made him feel at peace not the number signs in his bank account.  Even that did not do it for him on this assignment.

He rubbed his hands over his face and through his hair. Damn! This one was getting to him. It was time to find a replacement. He was tired. Too tired to do what he knew he had to.

Sonja, the woman who had been shot, was easily disposed of. She had died in his arms, but he felt no remorse. She had it coming. She knew the rules and continually broke them. She had been a troublemaker from day one. Corin was aware of it, but constantly sent her out to do his business anyway. Garrick had bailed her out too many times. He could not keep the peace when members of a pack deliberately went out to disturb it.

He would have to meet with the other pack leaders and decide on a course of action. Corin needed to be dealt with. But Garrick was afraid it would turn into an all out war that no one would be able to hide from the rest of humanity.

He leaned back in the chair and twitched his ears. Finally, the woman had