Nightmaster

Product Description In the Nightsiders miniseries, New York Times bestselling author Susan Krinard delves into two very different worlds, each filled with lust and power… Rumors of war are rumbling in the vampire city of Erebus. Undercover agent Trinity Ward must pose as a blood slave to unearth the truth and keep the peace between vampires and humans. Acting now as a serf to Ares—a powerful Bloodmaster—Trinity must give herself to him…. Yet one look into his striking eyes turns submission into burning desire. The fiery beauty has the same effect on Ares, but as their passion grows so do the risks. Now Trinity's betrayal could cost her the mission—and the man she loves. About the Author Susan makes her home in New Mexico, the “Land of Enchantment,” with her husband, Serge, her dogs, Freya, Nahla and Cagney, and her cat, Jefferson. Susan’s interests include music (just about any kind), old movies, gardening and getting out into nature. She also bakes a mean chocolate cake. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Trinity Ward waited with the other dozen convicts, her wrists aching from the grip of the padded cuffs that kept her hands locked together at her waist.Not that she would have fought to escape. This was where she was supposed to be, among these poor, lost souls whose punishment was to be more terrible than mere imprisonment. Or even death.They were condemned to a life of blood slavery to some Nightsider master in the Opir city of Erebus—an existence of unending servitude—until they were too old to provide blood or serve in any other capacity.But these living offerings around Trinity, men and women who had committed only the most minor crimes, were not old. Some were in their late teens; the eldest couldn't have been more than fifty. If not for the Treaty and the need to maintain the Armistice, they might have lived normal lives, sentenced by the Courts to jail time, probation and reparations.Except that there were only two jails in the Enclave, and they were nearly empty. Crime had dropped to levels unknown in all of human history. Dropped so far that the bloodsuckers were growing restless."What did you do?" a young woman standing next to Trinity asked in a surprisingly calm voice.Trinity met her gaze. She knew what the woman saw: normal human eyes, not the catlike pupils of a half human, half Nightsider dhampir. In a way, the contact lenses were like shields, not only concealing Trinity's identity, but also helping her keep her distance from those around her.Distance, Trinity thought, shouldn't be a problem. She had been chosen for this assignment because she was known as the most unflappable, most controlled operative in all of Aegis. The one without close friends or lovers, because she wanted it that way.Still, it was hard looking at this woman's face, knowing she hadn't earned the fate that awaited her. None of these people had."I didn't pay my taxes," Trinity whispered. "You?"The woman's brown eyes filled with tears. "I stole a pair of earrings. They weren't expensive at all, but I hadn't had something pretty like that in—" She broke off, her calm dissolving in grief and fear."I'm sorry," Trinity said, awkwardly touching the woman's arm."It wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for my daughter," the woman said, wiping her eyes on her forearm. "She's going to stay with my parents now. They'll take good care of her. But I—"She didn't have to finish. Trinity knew what it was like to lose family. Not that she'd ever really had one. Her Nightsider father, whom she didn't remember, had been killed at the end of the War when Enclave soldiers had found him in possession of Trinity's mother and their daughter, treating both as prisoners rather than anything a human would call a "family."Trinity's mother had taken her back to the Enclave. But there had never been another father. And Trinity had grown up half vampire in a world of humans who feared and hated the part of her that made her s