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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Ceremony of Three

ISBN # 1-4199-0790-5

Edited by Shannon Combs.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication: October 2006

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is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

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C EREMONY OF T HREE

Evangeline Anderson

Chapter One

Elaina Stevens strolled down Atlantic Avenue, passing the trendy boutiques that

were closing for the evening in the soft Florida twilight. Palm trees on either side of the

brick-lined street swayed gently in the ocean breeze, which carried the smell of sun and

salt and summer almost at an end. It was the perfect end to the perfect day in the

perfect all-American town. To look at it, Elaina thought, you would never know that

Delray Beach was home to a coven of vampires.

She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling her nipples tighten under the tiny red

bikini top she wore. She was one of the few humans who knew the little town’s secret,

one of the few who had had dealings with the Night Dwellers, as they called

themselves. Although “had dealings” was perhaps a little too vague. More specifically,

she had been attacked by one vampire and rescued by another.

Elaina’s beach sandals, slapping rhythmically against the sidewalk, faltered a little

as she came to the end of Atlantic Avenue. Here the beach reached out to meet the road

and sand swallowed up bricks and concrete hungrily. It was just here, exactly one year

ago, that the attack had happened. Though she had tried to forget it, Elaina could still

recall each minute detail of that evening, that moment.

It had been twilight, as it was now, the sun just sinking below the horizon and

painting the ocean with a bloody brush. She had been wearing a pale mint two-piece

suit, one considerably larger than the one she had on now, that set off her dark green

eyes and auburn hair. It had been Sunday, her one day off from her boring job as a

paralegal at Sigel and Cannon, a real estate law firm that specialized in foreclosures and

lots of paperwork. Elaina had been leaving the beach, thinking what a shame it was that

the weekend was almost over. She had almost decided to get herself a vanilla cone

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dipped in butterscotch at the Tasty Cone on the way home. After all, she’d been

swimming all day, getting exercise—she deserved it. And that was when it happened.

Elaina stopped for a moment in the middle of the sidewalk and squeezed her eyes

shut. Don’t think of it! You’re safe now, she told herself. But still her mind insisted on

transporting her back to the time before she knew the town’s dark secret… The

muscular arm around her throat, the deep voice that still whispered in the corners of

her mind if she let it, the hard body and broad chest against her back. And worst of all,

the blazing red eyes that looked into her own when he turned her to face him. Eyes that

seemed to see into the furthest reaches of her soul, her secret fears, her desires and

needs.

“ Submit ,” the vampire had murmured, his eyes burning into hers. And Elaina had

found herself submitting—giving in to the rough pleasure of his large hands lifting her

top to pinch and twist her nipples. Giving in to the almost sensuous terror of his fingers

pushing her bikini bottom aside and entering her suddenly wet depths as his fangs sank

into her inner thigh. The pleasure and fear had swept through her like a cyclone, laying

waste to all her preconceived notions about herself as her deepest desires were stripped

bare by the vampire’s touch, by the sweet sting of his fangs in her flesh and his fingers

in her cunt.

Inside she twisted with shame. She knew that her reactions to the attack weren’t her

fault, but it would have been so much easier to deal with the aftermath if her body

hadn’t been begging for more while he violated her. How could she be pleading with

him to stop with her mouth while her thighs were spreading even wider, welcoming

him in? How could she claim to hate what he was doing to her even as her body built to

a spiral of pleasure like nothing she had ever known before?

Stop it! Elaina scolded herself. Stop thinking about it. You have Rafe’s mark on you now.

You can’t be touched or harmed by the others—he promised.

It was Rafe who had rescued her. Wonderful, sweet Rafe with his wavy black hair

and eyes so big and brown, looking into them was like swimming in a pool of dark

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