Her Warrior for Eternity. Two-Natured London 4.

By Susanna Shore

“So how long ago was it?”
“You can’t expect me to spill all my secrets at once,” he teased her, and was rewarded with a smile that had almost no fear in it.
“Why not? You already told me you’re going to erase my memory.”
That was true. “Well, I was born in 1663.” He watched her take that in.
“Wow. That’s ... you’re really old.”

A serial killer is on the loose in London and only the vampire warriors of the Crimson Circle know that renegade vampires are responsible. One night on a patrol, Jeremy Grayson saves a human woman from becoming the next victim. The chance meeting ignites his hunger, marking her as his mate. He needs to keep her safe, even if he can’t really explain to her why.

But in order to do that, he has to wipe her memory so she doesn’t remember him.

The only drama Corynn Sparks needs in her life is finding a job after she graduates from college. But then a vampire declares she is in mortal danger and puts her under his protection. He is a complication she doesn’t need. She can’t afford to dream of a man who will live for centuries while she grows old and dies.

But it turns out she carries the vampire gene. Now she has to choose between her human life and the sunshine, and her second nature and the man she loves. But how could she trust a man who has taken her memory?

Then the choice is taken from her, and she learns that there are worse things in this world than a memory loss.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susanna Shore
• Release date: Dec 10, 2015
• ISBN: 9789527061169

Susanna Shore

Susanna Shore is a historian turned author. She writes Two-Natured London paranormal romance series, P.I. Tracy Hayes mysteries, The Reed Files crime capers, and House of Magic paranormal cozies, as well as stand-alone thrillers and contemporary romances.

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Her Warrior for Eternity

Two-Natured London 4

Susanna Shore

Her Warrior for Eternity. Two-Natured London 4.

Copyright © 2015 A. K. S. Keinänen

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Two-Natured London Series

The Wolf’s Call

Warrior’s Heart

A Wolf of Her Own

Her Warrior for Eternity

A Warrior for a Wolf

Magic under the Witching Moon

Moonlight, Magic and Mistletoes

Crimson Warrior

Magic on the Highland Moor

Wolf Moon

P.I. Tracy Hayes Series

Tracy Hayes, Apprentice P.I.

Tracy Hayes, P.I. and Proud

Tracy Hayes, P.I. to the Rescue

Tracy Hayes, P.I. with the Eye

Tracy Hayes, from P.I. with Love

Tracy Hayes, Tenacious P.I.

Tracy Hayes, Valentine of a P.I.

Thrillers

Personal

The Assassin

Contemporary Romances

At Her Boss’s Command

It Happened on a Lie

To Catch a Billionaire Dragon

Which Way to Love?

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

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-two

About the Author

A Warrior for a Wolf, Excerpt

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Also by Susanna Shore

Chapter One

A hand squeezed Corynn’s buttock as she weaved around the tables with her tray, the act as intrusive the hundredth time as it had been the first. She froze for a heartbeat, just so she wouldn’t wheel around and plant her fist into the idiot’s face. It would get her fired—this time.

Maybe she could accidentally tip the tray and spill the drinks on the fucker. She could claim she had been pushed in the throng. It was a perfectly plausible explanation, filled to the brim as the Nightingale Club was tonight.

But she controlled herself heroically and walked on as if she hadn’t noticed anything. She could hear the man boast about his deed, as if it took great courage to grope a woman in a crowded nightclub.

This is just a temp job, she sang in her mind, not terribly enthusiastically and badly out of tune. She couldn’t sing even in her own thoughts.

She could persist for a couple of months, until the end of her last term. She couldn’t quit until she had found a proper job. London was an insanely expensive city to live in, and it was about to become more so when she couldn’t live in the university hall anymore.

Knowing she needed extra income had made her quit a nice job at a pub, lured by her friend Lisa to become a cocktail waitress in a high-end club. You can make in a month in tips alone what you make the whole year at that pub. The guys at the club are loaded, and someone with your body will def be paid well. And who knows, maybe one of the guys will take a fancy to you.

Corynn had rolled her eyes, not believing for a moment that the customers would date the waitresses. But she had applied for a job there nonetheless. A week later, she was already regretting it.

There had to be a better way to spend her last Easter holiday as a student than demeaning herself for money. No one had groped her at the pub, and when someone tried, the bouncer had barred the twats. Here, the bouncers only existed to make sure the staff didn’t prevent the customers from having fun.

Her order delivered, she returned to the bar to pick and deliver the next one. And the next. And the next.

The night seemed endless. Her feet were aching in the high heels she was required to wear, her muscles sore from trying to keep her balance in them while carrying loaded trays through the revellers. Since she was new, she had to serve the masses: the wannabes—women hoping to get noticed by some rich bloke at the VIP area—and the floor traders and investment bankers who still thought they were the best thing to happen to women since the birth control pill, despite the economy proving otherwise. Drunk and high on wealth and imagined power, they were the worst kind of gropers.

There was another achy muscle: her bottom.

Okay, Cora. Here’s your chance, the floor manager said as she intercepted her at the bar. Nellie sprained her ankle and had to go home. She made it sound like a personal offence. We’re already a girl short upstairs, so you’ll have to fill in. I wouldn’t have chosen you, but you’ll fit in the uniform. Make sure you’re worth the opportunity I’m giving you.

Corynn’s stomach fluttered, in excitement or in fear, she couldn’t quite tell. She gave her last order to the bartender, asked Sally, her co-sufferer in waiting tables, to deliver it, and headed to the staff area.

The long and narrow corridor that served as a changing room was made cramped by rows of lockers. Lisa was waiting for her there, impatient to be back at work. She had the old world pin-up curves that the uniform emphasised nicely, blond curls, blue eyes and ruby-red lips; perfect for the club.

They had been roommates their first year in college, before Corynn managed to get a coveted single room and Lisa moved out of the hall to share a flat with a couple of girls. They had never been close, but they kept in touch—mostly through social media. This was the first time they were working together.

Here, put this on. Lisa pushed a dress to Corynn, who accepted it automatically. It felt warm, as if Nellie had only a moment ago been wearing it—most likely the case. Report to Ennio at the bar. And for God’s sake, Cora, don’t mess this up.

It miffed Corynn that Lisa, too, thought she couldn’t handle working at the VIP area. She rather believed it would be easier upstairs, as there were fewer customers to serve. They wouldn’t bother to demean the waitresses either, too important to notice their existence.

Corynn slipped out of her downstairs uniform—a tight black tee and micro shorts—and into the new. The sleek red satin dress didn’t leave much room for large movements, like breathing, but it fit her lean body. Closing the zipper at the back required acrobatics, but she managed the deed without dislocating anything.

Let’s hear it for yoga!

The mirror revealed that the dress brought out her modest breasts nicely and made the most of her toned arms and legs, but she would have to avoid bending over. Perhaps she should have left the shorts on. Or not. Like this, the dress would probably be the key to those extravagant tips Lisa had promised. She tried to summon enthusiasm for the thought.

She adjusted her makeup quickly and redid her light brown hair that had come loose of its pins. Tips would likely be better if she let it flow down her shoulders, but she didn’t do sexy easily, so it was best she didn’t even try.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves before taking the stairs at the back of the corridor to the next floor. It was quieter in the VIP area than downstairs. She found it odd, as it was open to the main floor where the music was blaring. She let her scientific mind work on that problem for a while, but couldn’t find an obvious explanation.

The VIP area was a large ledge that hung over the main floor at one end, closed in by a transparent railing that provided a good view down to the dance floor for those who wished to be seen. For those who didn’t prefer the tables by the railing, there were booths at the back. Every table was occupied. A bouncer stood next to the steps leading to the dance floor to make sure that unauthorised people weren’t allowed access.

The bar was right next to the staff entrance on one side. Ennio turned out to be a twenty-something Italian guy who told her that it was important for her to remember what all the regulars drank without asking.

If you don’t recognise the patrons, tell me the table number and I’ll fix what’s needed, he said, and Corynn nodded. She definitely wouldn’t recognise anyone. Your job is to be seen and to be available, should the patrons need anything. So circulate the floor.

Lisa, and a girl whose name Corynn couldn’t remember, a tiny curvy blond much like Lisa, were already doing that, so she followed suit. She tried to remember to smile, and not to think of her aching feet and how much she despised these people. She really was in the wrong place.

Little by little, she got the hang of what was expected of her and felt more comfortable. The tips were what Lisa had promised, too, so that helped. No one tried to grope her either, although a couple of parties had hinted at their willingness for more after her shift. She declined every advance politely, and to her relief the guys—and one girl—didn’t press it.

She felt she was doing well until Lisa intercepted her at the bar. You shouldn’t reject them outright. Keep them guessing, give them some hope. You can’t imagine the tips the guys are willing to hand out if you do that.

I’m really not comfortable with that. I’m much better at sassy quips over the bar.

Try. You can start with table twelve. Lisa nodded towards the back of the room, where the booth sat deep in shadows. Corynn had avoided it the whole night. Every time she approached the last booths, an odd, uncomfortable sensation froze her bones and she turned back.

She was a scientist, for crying out loud. A computer scientist, admittedly, but she did not let uneasy feelings rule her actions. She walked resolutely to the back of the room, a smile pasted on her face. The corner was as dark close up, as if there were fewer lights there, but it felt less ominous.

Four men and a woman occupied the table, all dressed in stylish and expensive clothes. The leader of the group was obvious. He sat at the back, his pose relaxed, but taking up more space than he needed, controlling the table. The woman belonged to him, her only role as a possession, and the rest of the men were a henchman and two backups.

Is everything well here? Her smile froze when the leader fixed his gaze on her. The uneasy sensation hit her with much greater force than earlier, and she had to swallow to keep the contents of her stomach down.

Yes, exceptionally well. The man’s voice was sophisticated and smooth, but it made shivers of fear run down Corynn’s spine. In fact, we’re celebrating. What would be your best champagne?

They didn’t look like a joyous group, but she didn’t let that stop her from suggesting the most expensive stuff they had. We have Krug. She knew better than to tell him how much it cost a bottle, which was about her monthly rent.

Wonderful. We’ll have a bottle of that.

Corynn all but fled, amazed that her legs carried her. The oppressing, foul feeling followed her to the bar. She picked up the champagne, five glasses, and a cooler with shaky hands. Then she seriously contemplated giving the tray to Lisa, but she couldn’t locate her fast enough.

Her entire body so tense she could barely walk, she returned to the table. The foul atmosphere had eased a little, so she managed to open the bottle, and didn’t spill the expensive drink as she poured it into the glasses. She handed the glasses to their recipients, leaving the leader last, physically bracing for it.

As he took the glass, he snatched a hold of her forearm with his free hand. She was so surprised she didn’t even protest when he pulled it to his face and took a long whiff of her wrist as if it was the finest perfume. He smiled. That’s what I thought.

Corynn’s entire body recoiled in disgust. She tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened, turning almost painful. Please let go of my arm. Her voice was strained, but clear. It had no effect.

We have to make a better acquaintance, you and I.

Absolutely not. Desperate to get free, she took the cooler and poured the ice on the man. He released her instantly and they stared at each other for a brief, pregnant moment. Then he sneered and it dawned on her that she was in deep trouble. And not because she was about to be fired.

She turned on her heels and fled to the staff area as if the devil were at her heels instead of the floor manager. You’re fired, do you hear me! And don’t expect to be paid!

Corynn paused so fast the woman almost ran into her. She stared down at her, anger making her braver than she was. You will pay me every penny you owe me, or you’ll meet me in court.

She didn’t wait for an answer and fled down the stairs. She wanted to rush out immediately, but forced herself to pause at her locker and pull on her regular clothes and trainers, sighing in relief when she got the heels off. She took her bag and was on the street a moment later.

It was late and the tube and busses weren’t running anymore. She contemplated taking a cab, but she couldn’t afford one, even if one were to be had. She usually commuted with a co-worker, but that wasn’t an option today.

Her feet were killing her, but she was so angry she didn’t care. She just started running. Running always calmed her down, but the five miles through the City from Whitechapel to Holborn might not be long enough for it this time.

She wasn’t afraid to run alone at that time of night. The City would be empty, as it came alive only during the day when the business people swarmed there. The streets were wide and well-lit. She shouldn’t have anything to worry about.

It wasn’t as if she had a choice anyway.

She soon got into the flow of running, her mind emptying of all other thoughts, but she was halfway through the City before she began to calm down. Then worry began to replace the anger. She had lost the job she had counted on to see her through the third term. She knew she would get an IT job somewhere—anywhere—even at a time like this, once she graduated, but a good temp job would be much more difficult to find.

Maybe she could try at the pub she had worked in before. It didn’t tempt her, as one of the reasons she had quit in the first place was that it had taken too much time to commute. She even contemplated asking her parents to see her through the last term. It wasn’t an ideal option, and it would disappoint her father, the vicar, which she didn’t want to do.

As her worry grew, she became more aware of the deserted streets. Every sound, however distant, seemed ominous. An occasional car would drive by, but she was the only person on foot. The tall buildings on both sides of the street started to feel oppressive. Anything could loom in their shadows.

She quickened her pace. Wide though the Newgate Street was, it felt small in the darkness. St Sepulchre’s Church with its gothic appearance seemed like something out of a horror movie.

She shouldn’t have thought that.

A pub in the corner was still open, and she didn’t hesitate to cross the street there, her eyes fixed at the front door and the safety it offered. It was almost within her reach when a man rounding the corner rammed into her with such force