Dracula's Secret: Blood Wings, #1

By Linda Mercury

SHE HUNGERS FOR HIS LIGHT

She calls herself Valerie Tate. One of the few vampires left on earth, as
beautiful as she is powerful, Valerie has resisted her craving for human blood
for years, just as she once hid her true gender. But the night she lays eyes on
the most enticing man she's ever seen, her appetite can no longer be denied.
He radiates goodness and light-and searing sexual energy. Valerie must have
him. Taste him. Consume him. For he is temptation-and he is her destiny . . .

HE BURNS FOR HER DARKNESS

Lance Soleil is a rugged war veteran who runs a homeless shelter in Portland.
At first gaze, he knows what Valerie is-and wants her even more. But when he
welcomes a pack of werewolves into his shelter, he attracts the attention of
Valerie's oldest rival-her bloodthirsty brother, Radu, who hopes to become the
first vampire President of the United States. Valerie knows Radu has a hidden
agenda, and with Lance's help she is determined to stop his unholy rise to
power. But first, she must risk their growing love by fully revealing herself-as
th the one and only Dracula.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linda Mercury
• Release date: Jul 16, 2021
• ISBN: 9781534840256

Linda Mercury

Linda Mercury ia a writer and creator of really unusual fictional worlds. More than anything, she cares about compassion, connection, and intimacy. She lives in the Pacific Northwest and has a redwood tree in her backyard.

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Prologue

Wallachia

November 25, 1431

She swam in an ocean of blood.

The exhausted, dark-haired mother howled in pain and freedom as the crown of a baby’s head emerged from between her legs. The woman panted and heaved, thrashing her sweat and gore-drenched body from side to side. Snow mixed with thunder and rain lashed the tower of the family castle, chilling the already icy room.

Vlad Dracul crouched at her feet, his face stiff and set under his moustache. His outstretched fingers curled into fists and opened again as he waited for the infant to emerge. Blankets, rags, and a pot of steaming water at his elbow kept him company. His jaw clenched with every echoing scream and his shoulders tightened with every passing moment. Not even the usual rushing of the river below covered the cries of Cneajna, his wife.

The violent storm outside had prevented the midwife’s presence. Earlier in the night, the mother had demanded that only Vlad remain with her as the pain worsened. No one defied Cneajna, even as water and blood rushed down her legs and painted her body. Vlad knew, however, that the women of the castle waited in the downstairs chamber, ready to help if he called. He was absurdly grateful for their nearness.

Fearless in the face of death, Vlad had nearly fainted at the sight of his wife in labor. The smell of the birth blood that saturated the bed roiled his stomach in ways a festering abdominal wound never did.

Another contraction. She pulled the ropes tied to the fur-lined headboard of the birth bed. The wood groaned under her strength as wave after wave of labor shuddered her body. Vlad’s heart winced at his woman’s pale, sweating face.

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Another scream shook the room and Vlad saw the first peep of a black-haired head. Under the power of the mother’s undulating body, a tiny, angry face emerged.

After what seemed endless pushing, the wrinkled, red-coated baby escaped into the father’s hands.

As he took the messy, wet infant, he frowned in disappointment. A girl, he said, his voice carefully neutral and quiet. The baby’s chin and chest were coated in blood and water.

Let me hold her before you do what you must. Anger and failure visible on her face Cneajna held out her arms. Even on the edge of collapse, she remained matter of fact as always. She knew what would have to be done. Her tight mouth told Vlad that she very much did not approve.

No need to say more. The eldest, Mircea, at four, was vulnerable as their only son. The House of Basarab desperately needed heirs. Vlad needed strong arms to defend their home from the encroaching Ottomans. Not a daughter.

Vlad’s frown deepened. The thought of exposure upset his wife, but they could not expend the time and energy on a girl. Alliances, dowries, protection, another mouth to feed. He held his hands out for the child. Reluctantly, his wife handed her over.

Then it happened.

The baby stared him down with an enraged gaze. A tiny but strong fist wrapped around his middle finger. Fingernails the size of a pea pricked his skin. The little girl knew what he planned.

This child would survive exposure and find a way to take revenge on any who wronged her. A strange shiver ran down Vlad’s back. Minutes old, still wet, and the infant’s will was a force to be reckoned with. Vlad did not want to be on the wrong end of a twisted Oedipus story.

In order to prevent ruin, they would have to do something unexpected.

He wiped the blood from the baby’s face and contemplated the wild idea blooming in his head. Vlad prided himself on being practical, but this verged on the insane. It had to be done, though. He touched a gentle finger to the little one’s already strong chin, silently sealing the deal between them. The Dracul family would raise this child instead of killing her, and in return, she would not destroy them.

Vlad handed the baby over.

We keep her? Surprise and pleasure warmed his wife’s voice.

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Yes. Vlad congratulated himself on his good decision.

The mother placed the baby’s head at her breast. Milk sprayed the newborn in the face before tiny lips latched on. Smiling, his wife nursed their new son. We will raise a boy, then?

Cneajna could always read his mind. Vlad twisted his back, first to the left, then the right. Bones thunked together and he sighed in relief. For a quiet second, they smiled at each other, in accord once again.

The moment didn’t last. She shouted his name, and he rushed to help with the afterbirth. Long, slippery minutes later, he gently wiped her body with warm rags. Finally, he was able to embrace his exhausted wife.

As they lay together on fresh bed furs, watching their new son eat, they tested Vlad’s idea for flaws.

What if we are found out? he asked.

Have we ever feared failure? Fierce as always, his wife didn’t even look up as she defied fate and charted a new destiny. No one else can ever know. Not even our other children.

He nodded, pleased. How this woman suited him. Vlad touched their son’s soft forehead and kissed his wife’s bare shoulder.

Very well, then. I will name him Vladimir.

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Chapter

One

Portland, Oregon

Halloween Night, Present Day

His sun pierced her night.

Valerie Tate stopped dead at the sudden stabbing pain and clapped her leather gloved hands over her sensitive eyes. She’d been running full speed from rooftop to rooftop in an effort to bypass the clogged holiday traffic between her and her destination. Portland’s nighttime rain had merely cloaked her progress instead of slowing her down.

The flare of light, brighter than a magnesium bomb exploding in her face, now left her stunned, blind, and helpless. Anyone looking out over the skyline could see her. Not something she wanted.

She crouched, one foot poised over the lip of a building’s crown. One wrong step and she’d fall off. It wouldn’t be a fatal drop, but it would certainly slow her down. Better to risk being seen up here, prancing about like some crazed musical number, than sprawled out on the pavement in the middle of the Halloween crowd.

Valerie probed the skin on her face. Unlike contact with magnesium and direct sunlight, she hadn’t blistered or burned in response. Good. That would have ruined her evening’s plans. Much depended on her appearance not gathering too much attention.

Blood seeped from under her eyelids in response to the too-bright shine. Under the cover of her palms, she blinked away the achingly intense spots floating before her vision.

How could this happen? Once, a magnesium bomb had detonated next to her. Even as her skin peeled back, she had kept going. Nothing broke her concentration during a mission. Six hundred years of killing had taught her well.

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Shock gave way to curiosity. Curiosity then unraveled her single-minded determination. She wiped the tears of blood off of her face and carefully squinted against the glare that surrounded the figure below. As her vision cleared, she saw him, surrounded by the aura that had halted her.

What was he, this man three stories below her, innocently checking his text messages on a silver BlackBerry? As her eyes adapted, she studied him with all her undead senses.

Not soap, not cologne, but his essence was the second thing that struck her. The aroma of cloves, sweet and hot, rammed up her nose like a fist, overwhelming the car exhaust and excrement odors rising from busy Burnside Avenue. The fiery smell transformed her anger into something far more complicated. Hunger beyond blood clenched her stomach and parts below. Startled, she stood. She licked her teeth, swallowed her desire, and studied his face.

The endless Northwest autumn drizzle plastered blond hair to his skull. He glanced up from his little machine, obviously aware that someone watched him. To Valerie’s surprise, he found her, even up high with her black clothes against the black night.

She locked her knees against a shudder when she saw his blue eyes. Not any shade of blue, but the color of icy seas under the full moon. Even covered in worn jeans and a frayed but high-end sweatshirt, his broad -shouldered body made her mouth pucker, ready to kiss. A generous bulge in his pants caught her attention, lewdly contrasting to the brightness of his innocent shine.

It didn’t make sense. His perfect, confident posture and chiseled, patrician features marked him as the kind who should be swinging a tennis racket on some blue-blood tennis court.

Why this strong of a reaction to this man on this rainy night? She had sworn off sex for more decades than she cared to remember. Thousands of handsome, well-built, and brave women and men had passed in front of her over the years.

The most she’d felt was a few flickers of interest. Now, her thighs flexed against the hot kernel between her legs.

The headlights from a bus lit him up even brighter. And she saw his true nature.

A warrior, home from the front lines, sick of violence but caught in it. That eye-searing shine was not innocence, for lines of hard-won worldly knowledge bracketed his sensually shaped lips. Exhaustion creased the corners of those extravagantly gorgeous eyes

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and lived between his eyebrows. Instead of purity, he lit the night with the ferocity of his spirit.

He turned away from her to face the door of the building behind him, denial in every line of his body.

Valerie sucked in an unnecessary breath of cold, clove-scented

air.

Only the best of humanity had that shine: people who were dedicated to making the world better for everyone, not just themselves. She’d seen that glow in such disparate people from Mother Teresa to a pubescent boy protecting two toddler girls from a rapist in Rwanda.

This one had a Higher Calling.

Bad news.

Higher Callings meant certain failure to their vehicles. She exhaled.

Poverty still ran rampant in Kolkata. Rwanda still seethed with heart-rending pain, even though Valerie killed the rapist and saved the children. Valerie twisted her lips at the memory. He’d tasted terrible. There simply wasn’t enough mouthwash in the world to get rid of that foul aftertaste.

Worse, those well-meaning Higher Calling fools always tried to suck her into their causes. Those idiots dared to claim her fight, her redemption, was less worthy than their dreams.

No promise of sunshine was worth that risk. The steady rain cooled her arousal. Time to go.

The moon broke through the patchy cloud cover, illuminating the night. Disregarding gravity’s pull, she leaned forward. It was too short of a drop to concern her now that she could see.

Darkness lay against his purity like rotted fruit on snow. Valerie’s own darkness quickened at what those throbbing

spots revealed. Her damned soul laughed at the irony. It was inevitable now. This man had secrets of his own. Things he thought no one could forgive.

Just like her.

As though he couldn’t help himself, he glanced over his shoulder at her. His own up and down glance caught her as surely as a wasp in hot tar. She knew what he saw—a slender woman dressed in an expensive black coat and trousers. Red lipstick, pale skin, nails painted in dark burgundy. Gray suede designer shoes, from some outrageous but already forgotten New York store. Feminine, dark, and

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very upper-class. This illusion would allow her to penetrate the security around tonight’s target.

Passion sucked at her skin the moment he touched her with extended senses. The man was able to search her aura? Her nipples tightened into tight pearls.

The heat stroked and clung to her, ratcheting her arousal higher. Only fierce willpower kept her from an orgasm. Two could play this game. She returned his brazen, searing stare. When she lowered her eyelids and softened her lips, he shifted to the balls of his feet.

How could this be? Very few humans could probe secrets the way paranormal beings could. What was he to have such extraordinary powers?

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Chapter

Two

Account balance: $15.00

His bank’s electronic reminder system was just too damn efficient sometimes.

Lance Soliel shoved the offending BlackBerry in his pocket. He’d never understood the temptation to kill the messenger, but now he wanted to throw the cursed thing into the wall. It would make such a satisfying crash of tiny electronic parts.

Such behavior would not, however, make money magically

appear.

He rested his elbows on his scarred desk and dropped his tired head to his hands. By 5:00 P.M. tomorrow night, the Tualatin Mountain Homeless Shelter would close its doors forever.

He’d been so sure he could save this place and the fragile hope it nurtured. Failure felt like a small animal chewing on his guts. Frustration and disappointment led to anger.

The stale air in his cramped office smothered him. Lance wove through the piled boxes of old paperwork, the broken chairs, and the dead computers until he emerged into the main room of the shelter. Somehow he and his staff had managed to scrape enough funds together for dinner tonight. Homeless people dressed in ragged army surplus jackets and dirty camouflage pants served themselves plates of lentils, rice, and onions.

When the shelter left, the building itself, now a faded reminder of an elegant past as a luxury hotel, would most likely be sold for expensive condos.

Smiling through his teeth at everyone, he pushed through the usual olfactory combination of unwashed bodies and industrial cleanser to reach the front door and blessed fresh air.

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He would rather be back in Afghanistan, being shot at, than dealing with this horror. No money meant no food, no blankets, no toothpaste for sweet God’s sake. The private trust that the founders had left behind to run the mission had been bled dry by decades of mismanagement. And by mismanagement he meant embezzlement. For some reason, that left the public reluctant to invest in the homeless.

Lance’s gonzo fund-raising tactics had only delayed the inevitable. He had cut his salary to a symbolic $1.00 a year, relying only on his veteran’s benefits for living. He used volunteers instead of paid staff. Even the well-publicized Pirate Ball last April hadn’t bought them enough time to find a stable income stream.

Only a miracle would save them. Lance was clean out of miracles.

Hey, Father, Jay, one of his regulars, called out from the sofa in front of the television. Lance waved, momentarily cheered by Jay’s greeting. Being on the street was hard. Lance knew that. Somehow, Jay always managed to smile, even when his only warm bed was about to go away.

Tirelessly, Lance’s little phone chirped at him again. He sighed and pulled the damn thing out as he exited the building. Letting the cracked front door swing shut behind him, Lance breathed in the wet air. His courage shored up, he opened the phone. Just a low battery warning, thank God.

Relieved, he raised his face to the sky.

The ageless crescent moon hung suspended over the city, white, cool, and serene behind its cloud cover. The dignified buildings across from him sported damage, but still stood proud. Old claw marks from the Riots added to their stately air the way courage enhanced a woman’s beauty.

What could he do to keep his life’s work open?

He caught movement in his peripheral vision.

A dark-haired woman watched him from the roof opposite. A gust of wind pushed her long coat away from her body. Even in the dark and the rain, he could tell it was quite the body. Her businesslike air was belied by a hip thrust to one side, a sensual contradiction to the way she perched.

That hip action could get a rise out of any heterosexual man with a pulse. Lance’s own pulse reminded him of his sexual appetites. Down, boy, he thought. Because holy burning tears, here was his

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downfall. If she made one move toward him, he would never be able to resist her.

His breath came a little faster. He must resist.

He’d fought so hard to eradicate lust from his pile of sins. Giving in to it would only delay his ultimate goal of attaining lost grace. If he saved the shelter, he could forgive himself for all his mistakes. He would be worthy of mercy.

Denial was a knife in his gut, but Lance set his teeth. He turned away from the woman on the roof.

Wait. What was she doing on the roof, anyway?

As though he was a puppet and she pulled the strings, he looked over his shoulder. Opening his senses, he let her in.

Lance Soliel and the woman stared at each other as traffic eddied between them.

Sweet God, he wanted her teeth on him. Lance’s destruction was better looking than he’d ever hoped for. Lean body, deadly eyes, and each ear adorned with three enormous diamonds. She’d taken long enough to find him. At age thirty-eight, he’d despaired of ever finding his woman.

The darkness of her aura combined with her unnatural grace told him something he didn’t want to know.

She was a vampire. Since World War II, vampires, once populous city creatures, had been hunted until they were nearly extinct.

She had to be here as part of the Twelfth Annual Paranormal Citizen’s Conference. Even though it started in two days, Portland already buzzed with a wide variety of beings.

Lance remembered the posters around town. They had prominently included the well-known vampire Radu Tepes.

Mr. Tepes, Dracula’s younger brother, led a so -called civil rights group, the Consortium for Concerned Citizens, commonly called the CCC. Lance cynically thought the CCC was long on rhetoric, but short on action. He wiped the rain from his eyes.

Not even the few brave or drunk souls wandering in front of the shelter distracted either of them from their staring match.

Her black aura blended into the night. Then a flicker of gold against the inky depths bade him to look deeper.

Deep inside her, a light burned, like a lone candle in an abandoned mansion. Hope still lived. Buried

Reviews for Dracula's Secret

[jonimfisher · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

For those who like their paranormal with a twist of erotica, Dracula's Secret serves it up hot to go. Blackmail, blood, passion and secrets embroil earth after paranormals demand acceptance into human society. Protected through secrecy and violence for hundreds of years, even Dracula has to choose whether or not to come out of the shadows--to face down old enemies and old fears.
This book contains explicit adult language and content.

[darkfaerietales_1 · Rating: 2 out of 5 stars]

Review courtesy of Dark Faerie TalesQuick & Dirty: Strange take on the Dracula mythos that is entertaining and bizarre.Opening Sentence: She swam in an ocean of blood.The Review:A strange new take on the Dracula mythos, imagine if Vlad Tepes had actually been born a woman and her parents disguised her to live as a man, not even her brother knew her birthright. Valerie Tate spent the first 500 years of her life as a man until World War II when she faked her death, letting the world believe that the vampire named Dracula died. Valerie is out for revenge against her brother Radu for the crimes he committed during WWII.Cue to present day Portland, Oregon where a huge convention of supernaturals is scheduled. Valerie has journeyed to the city to finally get her shot at killing her brother Radu. As she is scouting the city, she doesn’t expect to run into Lance Soleil, let alone be attracted to him. Valerie has neglected her female side vowing to finally give in to her female emotions once her revenge has been completed. Dracula’s Secret follows Valerie as she learns to deal with her female emotions and the life lessons that she learns from Lance.This review has been hard for me to write because the story itself wasn’t too bad. I enjoyed many aspects of it, how the world reacts to the supernaturals and the roles they played in the major wars, the unnatural nature of Lance and how the story didn’t end like I would have expected. One thing that really turned me away from the story was whenever Valerie mentioned missing her mustache, and growing and shaving it. I don’t know why this wigged me out so much but I don’t like mustaches on females in any shape or form. Let alone how she was able to grow a mustache to begin with. I did have a hard time connecting with Valerie at times especially when she would reminisce about said mustache.Dracula’s Secret jumps around to many different point of views as the novel goes along including Radu and John, a man from Lance’s past. The novel is filled with enough action and mystery to keep you interested in the story. The atmosphere of the novel is dark and sexy and at times a little silly.If you want a story that is a little out of the box then I would recommend Dracula’s Secret. Overall, it was a strange story that intrigued me enough that I would read the sequel, Dracula’s Desires, to learn the next steps of Valerie’s life.Notable Scene:“The night is still young,” she said as she drifted onto his hotel room’s patio.“Excuse me?” Radu asked, casually reaching to the small of his back.A stake appeared in her hand. “Don’t try it,” she warned.“I saw you at the conference. Who are you?”Now that just stung. Valerie didn’t move, but inside she snorted. How many centuries had they stared at each other and he didn’t recognize her just because she wore lipstick? Guess her female disguise really was that good.“I have an offer for you,” Valerie said.He looked over her shoulder.“Oh, the photographers? They found something better to do.” Valerie advanced two steps. Killing him would be so easy now. No witnesses, no noise, and her penance would at last be over. Dracula would finally be free of his sins. Her fingers clenched on the stake.No.She wanted Lance more than she wanted Radu dead.“You’ve got what you want. Let Soleil live.”Radu lowered his chin. A younger human would call it a “get real” look.“Now why would I do that?” He feigned a relaxed stance.Valerie could tell he was trying to sound neutral, but his contemptuous sneer couldn’t be contained.Stick to the plan, she told her rising temper. But oh, she yearned to teach him a lesson in humility. “I will let you live.”Radu stared into enigmatic hazel eyes. “Why?”She simply said, “Because I wish him to live.”FTC Advisory: Kensington provided me with a copy of Dracula’s Secret. No goody bags, sponsorships, “material connections,” or bribes were exchanged for my review.