Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Dare to receive a glowing white or blood moon stamp that reappears mysteriously to grant entry to the hottest club in town. Warning: The owners are ruthless as they hunt for their mates. And they're hungry.
Shivery, scary thoughts rock Carina the moment she locks eyes with Nightfall’s head of security. Danger oozes from his green eyes and scarred bulk. Something about this massively built guy makes him irresistible. Surely he’s not interested in a completely average finance specialist. How can he speak in her mind and read her secret desires?
Marcus survived hundreds of rivals in the coliseum. Violence courses through his veins. Now part of a powerful clan, his mission is to protect Nightfall's purpose and all those who gain entry to the club. No one knows the vampires’ presence here has a secret goal. When the notice comes on opening night, he will do anything to keep his special Little safe
Warning: The Nightfall Daddies are possessive, primal, and do not shy from violence. Step into their club with caution. The faint of heart may find their world disturbing
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Chapter
One
Standing in the large gathering area of Nightfall, Marcus kept his eye on everyone as they bustled around tending to the last bits of construction and decorative touches in the swanky night club. The opening weekend loomed ahead, upping the pressure on everyone to complete their tasks. This was Marcus’s worst nightmare, akin to fighting with an army of untrained and undisciplined soldiers.
In front of him, the bane of his existence at this particular moment, a woman dripping with artsy clothing, barred his workers from installing cameras. Few people braved disagreeing with Marcus. His massive build had withstood thousands of attacks, and his I-could-kill-you-with-a-twist-of-my-wrist attitude dissuaded most from arguing with him.
“I will be able to see every inch of this space,” Marcus decreed and stepped closer to the designer Alaric had hired.
“It isn’t done,” Pandora Delafante argued, bracing her arms on each side of the doorframe.
Marcus captured her gaze with his. “You’re right, Pandora. It isn’t done anywhere but here. You will allow my crew to continue.” He was impressed she stood her ground for three seconds before her expression softened. Seconds later, Pandora looked around as if processing where she was.
“Pandora, darling. You’re needed in the VIP lounge. Someone walked in with a bunch of green-and-pink striped pillows,” Titus called from behind the bar that ran the length of Nightfall’s main party area.
“Green and pink? Oh, no, no, no!” Pandora ran toward Titus’s voice.
Marcus rolled his eyes and turned to the two electricians. “Carry on.”
“We’re not doing something illegal, are we?” one of the younger men asked.
This job was going to kill him. That said a lot considering he’d survived the Roman coliseums centuries ago. He glared at the younger man, meeting his gaze directly. “No. Everything is fine.” He turned to see the other man staring at him and repeated his message. “This is perfectly normal.”
“Of course it is. Best job I’ve ever had,” the second man said as he reclaimed his ladder and headed into the bathroom.
If he’d only had time to run the wires himself. Damn the supply chain issues that had required him to let outsiders handle some of the surveillance.
“You owe me one,” Titus called from behind the bar.
Marcus dismissed Titus’s demand with a wave of his hand. He’d owed Titus many favors over the years. Titus had never forgotten to collect. He turned to go put out the next fire.
Three feet away from the dance floor, Marcus froze as a compelling presence appeared in front of him. While all in his clan could speak mentally, only Alaric could project his image across distances. The translucent glow of Alaric’s body signaled that only Marcus’s clansmen could see him. The Elder’s voice resounded inside Marcus’s mind.
Are we on schedule, Marcus?
Marcus bowed slightly to acknowledge Alaric as if he were actually standing in front of him. He had no idea where Alaric was at the present. He could be a hundred miles away or more. Alaric’s reach was not limited in any way. The Elder of the clan had earned Marcus’s respect and allegiance over the years. Marcus would die protecting the clan chief without hesitation.
Marcus answered, All will be ready, Alaric. Have you toured the space recently?
The Elder’s power rocked Marcus’s massive form at the offhand suggestion that Alaric didn’t have his fingers pressed to the building’s pulse. Marcus held his position, too stubborn to take a step back to balance himself. He modified his question quickly.
Alaric, would you like me to run through the latest security measures?
Workers streamed around Marcus as he stared into what they perceived as empty space. Interestingly, no one crossed through the area where Alaric stood, invisible to all except for Marcus. Concentrating on the Elder, Marcus ignored the puzzled looks he received from the various contractors. Clansmen, like Titus at the bar, watched him closely. A fraction of the tension in Marcus’s muscles vanished when Alaric answered in his usual calm and collected tone.
No, Marcus. As always, I have confidence in you. You will have thought of everything. I merely wished to offer you additional staff if needed.
The club will exceed the security needed. Marcus assured Lucien.
Perfect. It is essential we safeguard everyone who visits Nightfall from others.
Alaric’s reminder settled heavily on Marcus’s shoulders. The secondary purpose of the club hinged on Marcus’s ability to protect the club’s most precious visitors. He concocted his answer strategically.
Exactly. And also, from anyone who seeks to use the club for a reason other than your design.
The weight of Alaric’s full attention targeted him as the elder asked, Do you think we will be successful, Marcus?
Even after years of experiencing the elder’s intense scrutiny, Marcus staggered mentally as the bond linking them together tightened. Cautiously, he answered truthfully. Attempting to hide anything from Alaric was unwise. I do not know. But my trust in your design makes me believe our objective is possible.