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Kiss of Midnight
Kiss of Midnight
Midnight Breed Series Book 1
L
ARA
A
DRIAN
For John, whose faith in me has never
faltered, and whose love, I hope, will
never fade.
W
ith much gratitude to my agent, Karen Solem,
for helping chart the course, and for brilliant
navigation under all manner of conditions.
My wonderful editor, Shauna Summers, rightly
deserves her own page of acknowledgments for all
of her support and encouragement, not to mention
the superb editorial vision that always finds the
heart of every story and helps bring it into focus.
Thanks also to Debbie Graves for enthusiastic
critiques, and to Jessica Bird, whose talent is
surpassed only by her amazing generosity of spirit.
Lastly, a special nod of appreciation to my audial
muses during much of the creation of this book:
Lacuna Coil, Evanescence, and Collide, whose
stirring lyrics and amazing music never failed to
inspire.
Prologue
TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS AGO
H
er baby wouldn‟t stop crying. She‟d started
fussing at the last station, when the Greyhound bus
out of Bangor stopped in Portland to pick up more
passengers. Now, at a little after 1 A.M., they were
almost to the Boston terminal, and the two-plus
hours of trying to soothe her infant daughter were,
as her friends back in school would say, getting on
her last nerve.
The man beside her in the next seat probably
wasn‟t thrilled, either.
“I‟m real sorry about this,” she said, turning to
speak to him for the first time since he‟d gotten on.
“She‟s usually not this cranky. It‟s our first trip
together. I guess she‟s just ready to get where we‟re
going.”
The man blinked at her slowly, smiled without
showing his teeth. “Where you headed?”
“New York City.”
“Ah. The Big Apple,” he murmured. His voice
was dry, airless. “You got family there or
something?”
She shook her head. The only family she had
was in a backwoods town near Rangeley, and
they‟d made it clear that she was on her own now.
“I‟m going there for a job. I mean, I hope to find a
job. I want to be a dancer. On Broadway maybe, or
one of them Rockettes.”
“Well, you sure are pretty enough.” The man
was staring at her now. It was dark in the bus, but
she thought there was something kind of weird
about his eyes. Again the tight smile. “With a body
like yours, you ought to be a big star.”
Blushing, she glanced down at her complaining
baby. Her boyfriend back in Maine used to say
stuff like that, too. He used to say a lot of things to
get her into the backseat of his car. And he wasn‟t
her boyfriend anymore, either. Not since her junior
year of high school when she started swelling up
with his kid.
If she hadn‟t quit to have the baby, she would
have graduated this summer.
“Have you had anything to eat yet today?” the
man asked, as the bus slowed down and turned into
the Boston station.
“Not really.” She gently bounced her baby girl in
her arms, for all the good it did. She was red in the
face, her tiny fists pumping, still crying like there
was no tomorrow.
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