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    ShadowHeart: Slayer
    ShadowHeart: Slayer
    ShadowHeart: Slayer
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    ShadowHeart: Slayer

    By Claudy Conn

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    Her name is Nikki Walker, and she is a vampire slayer. She never thought she would have to use her slayer powers...but she does.
    She is on the trail of an ancient and secretive vampire called Deadly Moon, and Nikki wants her dead. She has her reasons.
    His name is Damon Drummond, whom some of you have met before and already know that he is a hunk of an unusual vampire. He is bent on keeping Nikki away from Deadly Moon.
    The sociopath vampire, WB, who had been Pentim Rawley’s right-hand man, has taken over the Pentim clan and is turning out to be even more of a problem than his predecessor had been. In fact, if someone doesn’t do something soon...Dublin will go dark under his power, and other cities will follow.
    Damon and Nikki are on opposite sides. He is a potent vampire--she is a skilled and powerful vampire slayer. Problem right there...but when they look at each other, sparks of all kinds fly. Too much stands between them. He will live forever...she will not...and yet...

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    PublisherClaudy Conn
    Release dateAug 26, 2011
    ISBN9781465801821
    ShadowHeart: Slayer
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    Claudy Conn

    New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Claudy Conn is a multi published author who got her start with her bestselling historical/regency romances.She tells us that she fell in love with the fantasy/paranormal genre and created a world of paranormal.She hopes you will read and enjoy and join her on her facebook where she loves to interact with her readers.page.http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claudy-Conn-Paranormal-Romance-Author/135826686471445

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      Nikki is a born slayer, immune to vampire magic and sworn to avenge her brother's death. Damon is a vampire who wants to rid the world of the followers of Vlad. They are strongly attracted to each other. Extremely well written and twistier than a gordian knot. Just read it!Valerie Gilbert is somehow able to make each of the characters separate and their feelings real.

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    ShadowHeart - Claudy Conn

    ShadowHeart—Slayer

    By Claudy Conn

    http://claudyconn.embarqspace.com/

    Copyright © 2011 by Claudy Conn

    All rights reserved

    Smashwords Edition

    September 2011

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    Names, characters, and events depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author.

    This book is available in print at most online retailers.

    Discover other titles by Claudy Conn at Smashwords.com

    ShadowLove—Stalkers – http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/63037

    Edited by: Karen Babcock

    Cover Artist: Rae Monet

    Excerpt of Shadowlove-Stalkers

    Copyright © 2011 by Claudy Conn

    Excerpt Shadowlife-Hybrid

    Copyright © 2012 by Claudy Conn

    Excerpt of Dark Love

    Copyright © 2011 by Claudy Conn

    CONTENTS

    Copyright

    Also by Claudy

    Dedication

    Prologue

    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

    Epilogue

    Excerpts

    About Claudy Conn

    Also by Claudy Conn

    Risqué Regencies

    Myriah Fire

    Oh, Cherry Ripe

    Rogues, Rakes & Jewels

    Taffeta & Hotspur

    Wildfire Kiss

    Runaway Heart

    Netherby Halls

    After the Storm

    (Coming soon) Mandy

    Through Time Series

    Through Time-Pursuit

    Through Time-Whiplash

    Through Time-Slamming

    Through Time-Frankie

    ~

    Legend Series

    Prince Prelude—Legend

    Spellbound—Legend

    Aaibhe—Shee Queen (Novelette)

    Shee Willow—Legend

    Prince in the Mist (Novella)

    Trapped—Legend

    Free Falling—Legend

    Catch & Hold—Legend

    ~

    Shadow Series

    ShadowLove—Stalkers

    ShadowHeart—Slayer

    ShadowLife—Hybrid

    ~

    Hungry Moon Series

    Hungry Moon: Quicksilver

    Hungry Moon-Destiny (coming in Dec.)

    ~

    Dark Love

    ~

    Lady X

    ShadowHeart

    Slayer

    Shadow Series, Book 2

    By

    Claudy Conn

    Dedication

    I would like to dedicate this to my editor, Karen Babcock … editor supreme!

    All that is gold does not glitter,

    Not all those who wander are lost;

    The old that is strong does not wither,

    Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

    From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

    (And) - A light from the shadows shall spring—

    — J.R.R. Tolkien

    She knew all at once that he was going to kiss her …

    He was tall, and his black hair fell in layered waves around a ruggedly good-looking face. His shadow beard added mystery to his chiseled features. His clothes were expensive and jet-black. Black leather jacket, black tee beneath it, and black jeans and silver-tipped black boots. Whoa—just who was this?

    Vampire—that’s who! All at once Nikki’s slayer sense kicked in and told her, Stupid … he’s a vampire.

    He was not like any vamps she had ever encountered … She eyed him speculatively, but before she could retort he had her shoulders and brought her in close. A sizzling, spidery electricity tickled the air between them … He bent to her face and whispered something that made her toes curl, not because she heard the words but because his low, husky, and sensuous voice rocked her hormones into place and made her body tingle.

    She knew all at once that he was going to kiss her. He was actually going to kiss her, and she couldn’t stop herself from wanting that kiss. What the hell was wrong with her?

    She should stomp on his foot—kick him in the groan, wallop him one across the face, and break the mood. She had the strength, the skill … and absolutely no inclination to do so.

    His mouth was on hers, at first gently and deliciously. She had no will of her own as her lips betrayed her good sense and parted to invite his tongue to stay awhile. And that was exactly what she got—a kiss that drowned her in passion and filled her head with exploding rockets. She couldn’t think, she couldn’t pull away, and she didn’t want to.

    Gone! Zap—he was gone faster than any vampire she had ever witnessed on the move.

    She stood for a long moment, and the question reared its ugly head and demanded, Were you under a vampire trance? The answer was a big fat no. It would have been such an easy answer, and one that could have wiped the shame from her conscience, but it wouldn’t have been true.

    Slayers couldn’t be mesmerized by vamps—slayers were immune to most vampire magic. The next question sent the blood to her cheeks. You wanted the vampire Damon Drummond to kiss you—didn’t you, Nikki Walker?

    ~ Prologue ~

    DAMON DRUMMOND STOOD on a rooftop—arms at his side, legs spread in a wide stance—and stared at the scene that had just begun to unfold five stories below in an alleyway only dimly lit by the lights from the various apartments above it.

    At both ends of the alley, New York City was ablaze with activity and bright with its city lights. Even at one in the morning the streets were still filled with a flow of people out on the town.

    Damon made quite a picture. His black, thick hair fell in layered waves and framed his handsome face. The wind at the top of the building whipped at his shiny locks and at his tall, rugged body, but he didn’t bother to zip his black leather jacket closed. He rubbed his cold hands against his jeans as he watched the red-haired beauty below lure her prey deeper into the deserted alley.

    Damon’s eyes, brightly alert with interest, were lit in their recesses with gold at a striking variance with their dark depths. He was keenly intrigued as he studied her style and took her measure, filing away his observations as though he were a research scientist observing an exotic new species. He watched her move and sway and entice her prey deeper into her web, and he waited for the inevitable. This was not the first time he had followed her into the night.

    He saw the newbie slink in after her as the beauty pretended she didn’t know he was coming up behind her. She put on a grand show. Damon saw that her hand was already inside her unbuttoned denim jacket, and he knew her fingers were wrapped around her deadly weapon.

    She stopped, turned, and pushed a long strand of her fire-lit hair away from her provocative features. She smiled bewitchingly at the young man now tripping with anxious need and awful, raging blood-lust towards her.

    Her voice was disdainful when she spoke. "Oh—hi there … Are you following me?"

    An animal grunt came out of the newbie’s mouth as his lips drew back, and he bared his fangs. What happened next went down so swiftly that a lesser person watching would not have realized the skill and strength it had taken. It looked so easy … she made it look so easy, but Damon knew otherwise. A newbie’s brutal strength was derived from the bloodlust, and no human could withstand its onslaught.

    The newbie charged, but she went into a spin and was lightly, easily, and gymnastically out of his way and at his back. Before the newly made vamp understood enough to recover, she had her sharply pointed stake plunged into the nape of his neck and just as quickly had it withdrawn.

    He turned to stare, stunned but not down. He made an agonized sound and reached back for his neck. His hand filled with blood, and he stared at his hand as his body filled with the poison that wood inflicts on a vampire.

    She took his moment of confusion and used it to ram the wooden stake into his undead heart, and he collapsed in a heap. He stared at her before he whispered, Your time … will come …

    She stood back from him for a moment as though saying a prayer. Then she withdrew the stake, wrapped it in some kind of cloth, and slipped it into its Kevlar sheath, which was strapped around her shoulder under her jacket.

    Damon’s dark, well-shaped eyebrow arched with interest as she turned and slowly walked away, leaving the body in the alleyway. A newbie vampire would not disintegrate. She didn’t seem to care.

    He supposed, as she did, that the police would list it as they did so many others as an unsolved case, and it would be filed with the cold cases as time went by.

    The beauty picked up her pace, and Damon noted the style of her walk was controlled; she was careful not to use her slayer ability at super-speed.

    He couldn’t stop himself from noting that her butt was perfectly shaped and tantalizing, and he could see she didn’t give a damn about her looks. She had only one goal, and that goal was totally at odds with his.

    She was confident—probably overconfident, and that wasn’t good. She was killing at least two vampires nearly every other night, and one of these nights she would come across a vampire who knew just how to handle and overcome her …

    However, she was smart, and she had been piecing the puzzle together. She had discovered bits and crumbs, and she’d tracked the clues relentlessly. It had Damon deeply concerned, because she was looking for one vampire in particular.

    The beauty’s name was Nikki Walker. She was a vampire slayer, and Damon Drummond—well, he was a vampire …

    ~ One ~

    NIKKI STARED UP at the small inn not too far from Harcourt Street in Dublin. It was a perfect location. Quiet, and it seemed to cater to older couples and a few business sorts. It wasn’t too far from the Temple Bar area, where she would do her vampire scouting, and so it was perfect for a home base.

    She picked up her two bags and climbed the high steps that took her inside, where a small but brightly lit lobby greeted her. A man behind a mahogany counter, with an office of sorts at his back, caught her attention with his deep, Irish brogue, and she had to concentrate in order to understand what he was saying.

    He laughed and clipped whatever he had said into a simple, Good morn’ to ye, miss.

    Oh hi … Nikki smiled as she put down her suitcases and moved towards him. I have reservations … Nikki Walker.

    Ah, yes … ye requested the top floor … a suite. He looked to be in his early twenties, and she couldn’t help but notice that he gave her an interested once over as inconspicuously as he could before he gently pushed some papers across the wooden high counter for her to sign and requested to see her passport.

    As she bent to take care of the paperwork, her long, gold-lit red hair fell about her face. She pushed it away, looked up, and saw that he was staring. She smiled amiably as she could see he was about to ask a question.

    Are ye here on business then?

    She smiled and said ambiguously, In a manner of speaking.

    Oh, aye then, was what he thought an appropriate response, and Nikki gave him a warm, friendly smile. It was obvious that he wondered what a young (and she could see he thought her pretty) woman was doing all alone at a hotel frequented by the senior crowd on this quiet street in Dublin. He couldn’t know it was the perfect place for what she had to accomplish.

    Quiet and secluded was everything she needed.

    She wasn’t who she had been, not anymore. She didn’t feel young and pretty and ready to take on the world in the normal way young women did. Graduate school was a thing relegated to another time in the future … friends, love … out of the picture for now.

    What her mother had told her was her birthright (or bane depending on how you looked at it) had come to pass. She was a vampire slayer, and she had more than slaying vampire after vampire on her mind. She wanted one in particular—the one that had murdered her brother! She knew the vamp was a female of some years and experience, and she knew that the dangerous female vamp was known as Deadly Moon.

    She and her brother had lost their parents to a drunk driver when she was sixteen, and her brother had stepped in and become the sun, the stars, ‘the everything’ she needed to get through the heartache of their loss. Jack had even taken over where her mother had left off and did his best to train her to become the slayer she might one day have to be.

    During those early days with her mom, she had kept her own counsel. She hadn’t wanted to disappoint her mother by telling her that ‘slaying vampires’ was not something she had ever wanted to do.

    And then her mother and father were gone, and she wanted to accomplish all the goals her mother had set for her. She heard her mother whispering in her ear, Baby … I know this doesn’t seem fair … all this extra work, but one day it will save your life. Want it or not, you are a slayer, and one of them might come for you …

    Jack wasn’t a slayer by birth, but he had learned everything he could from his parents and took up the job of ‘slayer training’ when they lost their parents.

    She’d allowed him to put her through all the trials, the gymnastics, the karate, the wielding of the deadly wooden stake, but now Jack was gone as well. He was gone because of a vampire, and she wanted to rip the creature from limb to limb and feed the pieces to the beasts of hell …

    Nikki had money enough. Their parents had left them comfortably provided for, and Jack had made a fortune in the computer software business and left everything to her.

    The weeks before she lost her brother, Nikki had graduated from NYU. Jack had managed to pull on a few friendship strings and got her started doing little fluff pieces for a national travel magazine. She had been accepted to graduate school and had been looking forward to it and the life that went with it … but, no longer.

    She had to find his killer, and she had the advantage of her slayer abilities. She had questioned the police about what they knew, but all they had been able to tell her was that Jack Walker had met an incredibly beautiful woman at some charity function at Lincoln Center and that they had left together.

    Jack had been found in a suite at the Plaza with his throat torn and most of the blood drained from his body.

    The police thought it was a serial killer, but Nikki knew better. She called on her slayer skills and went to work. She quietly, unobtrusively took on her own investigation and painstakingly followed where the details took her.

    It was leading her to a vampire of unusual abilities, and she would have to be careful, because although she might have super-hearing, super-speed, and super-strength, she could be killed as easily as any human. She was not immortal.

    The same week that Jack had been mutilated and killed, she went out looking for information. She visited the clubs she knew vamps frequented in NYC when they went looking for easy prey.

    She had walked into one dance club and was surprised to see a great number of vamps mingling with petty, expectant women. She made her selection and sidled up to him.

    He wasn’t expecting an attack from a human. He didn’t know she was a slayer because she hid it well. And so her first encounter went off easier than she had expected.

    It wasn’t difficult to get him into a position in the dark alley behind the club where she laid him low with the skill and the strength that was hers as a slayer.

    Some of her success was due to the shock and surprise he experienced when she threw him hard to the ground. The rest was the point of the wooden stake held directly and threateningly to his cold heart. She explained to him then that she would free him if he told her what she wanted to know.

    He wasn’t a newbie, but he didn’t have a great number of years or experience as a vampire, so he caved immediately and told her that the rumor was Deadly Moon had been with the Walker human. It was the first time she had heard a name in relation to the dangerous, ‘never seen ancient’ vampire.

    He told her everyone in vamp circles was talking about it because Deadly Moon did not usually make a spectacle of her kills.

    He didn’t know anything more, but instead of setting him free as she had promised, Nikki had made her first vampire kill.

    Remorse? None. She had not kept her word—she had not released him when he gave her the information—but she had no regret. He wouldn’t be able to kill some poor, hapless human, now would he?

    Everything she did from that moment on was with the intent of finding Deadly Moon, the vampire other vamps seemed to fear.

    Nikki knew enough to be discreet when she singled out a vampire for questioning … and killing. She never did so when other vamps could look on and listen in.

    Her latest kill, two nights ago, had won her the information that Deadly Moon was in Dublin. Nikki still had no description of the female vamp. None seemed to know her, only of her.

    Nikki put aside these thoughts as she took the key the man at the counter handed her and went to the small elevator. She had taken the largest suite he had, as she didn’t know how long she would have to be in Dublin.

    She had been to Dublin and the Irish countryside once before, with her brother …

    She arrived at her door, #110, and opened it wide before she stepped in. The day was misty and gray. Night would come fast on a day like this. She scanned the place with more than her eyes as she stepped inside. All clear …

    Or so she thought.

    A hand came from nowhere and clamped down on her mouth. Another strong, muscled arm went around her and pinned her arms at her side, and a voice with a distinguished English accent whispered in her ear, Go home, Nikki Walker, before you get yourself killed.

    She tried to spin around and see her attacker, but even with her super-strength she couldn’t budge. One hand was still on her mouth, but the other managed to slip under her open jacket. She struggled hard then, harder than she had ever done before, but he was too strong and quick for her. He snatched her weapon and tossed it before he let go of her mouth and turned her to face him.

    She could have screamed then, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to bring attention to herself, especially on her first day. And there was something in this one’s aura that made her think he wasn’t really there to harm her—after all, he had warned her off instead of immediately killing her.

    So instead of screaming like a banshee, which she desperately wanted to do, she looked him over.

    What she saw made her raise her dark eyebrows. He was tall, and his black hair fell in layered waves around a ruggedly good-looking face. His shadow beard added mystery to his chiseled features. His clothes were expensive and jet-black. Black leather jacket, black tee beneath it, and black jeans and silver-tipped black boots. Whoa—just who was this?

    Vampire—that’s who! All at once Nikki’s slayer sense kicked in and told her, Stupid … he’s a vampire.

    As though reading her mind he chuckled. Aye, then—that established—all I am here for today is to indulge in a reasonable discussion.

    "That established—what established?" she returned warily. Had he read her mind? Different vamps had different ‘abilities’.

    A short laugh escaped his lips, but then he grew serious all at once. Let’s skip the game playing, Nikki, shall we?

    I will if you will, English …

    "Again, game playing," he chided.

    I’m not playing a game. How could I when I don’t know the rules? She shrugged. Besides, I don’t play with strangers. You know my name … I don’t know yours.

    "Rules, eh? I shall have to list some for you. Firstly, and most importantly, stay out of my way—meaning, don’t look for Deadly Moon. As to my name? He inclined his head and brought up his dark eyes to her face. My name is Damon Drummond."

    Nikki stiffened and shot him a warning look. "I have no quarrel with you, Damon Drummond. I don’t know how you know what you do, but I don’t follow other people’s rules—especially when the person listing the rules is a … vampire. Deadly Moon and I … we have a problem, and I mean to solve it."

    You will have two problems if you keep trying to track her.

    Was he threatening her? It felt like he was threatening her, and yet, she didn’t really feel threatened. What then? Was he saying that he would be a problem for her if she didn’t stop tracking Deadly Moon? Why? And if that was so, well then, he seemed to think a great deal of himself, and something told Nikki that he probably had cause to do so.

    He was not like any vamps she had ever encountered. She also wondered if Deadly Moon was his lover. She eyed him speculatively, but before she could retort he had her shoulders and brought her in close. A sizzling, spidery electricity tickled the air between them.

    I have never seen anything like you, Nikki Walker. From the top of your fiery head to your dainty and dangerous feet, you are unique. You look at me with eyes the deepest shade of blue I have ever encountered in all my four hundred years, and it would be a shame to see them permanently closed.

    Are you threatening to do that—permanently close my eyes? Nikki shook her head, Then go ahead, have at me, because nothing is going to stop me. My brother’s eyes were even more blue than mine, and his were permanently closed before his time … I don’t mean to suffer the same fate … at least not until I get my ounce of justice for him. She held herself stiffly aloof. "So that brings us to my rules … the first being, stay out of my way, Damon Drummond, and perhaps I will let you live." It was bluster, she knew. This vamp could do her in with the blink of his eye.

    He smirked at her and said, You will get yourself killed if you throw words like that at some vamp you simply cannot take because he has age and experience, and there are some out there, slayer, that you cannot take. He let her go and wagged a finger at her, So you want to know if I am threatening you. Fine. Call it what you will, it is still a warning. If you pursue Deadly Moon, you will find yourself a target because your presence will become obvious in their world, and these are bad times in Dublin.

    "You don’t know me. You are not concerned for me, but for Deadly Moon, and so everything you say—jaded. I keep my own counsel."

    "Relieve yourself of the illusion that you are any threat to her. You are like a fly she can swat out of her way."

    Then why are you here—warning me away?

    I have my reasons.

    You have wasted your time.

    I see that … He suddenly reached for her shoulders and pulled her into his arms. He bent to her face and whispered something that made her toes curl, not because she heard the words but

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