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The Keeper of Light
(Legacy Series Book 14)

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Paranormal Historical Epic/Paranormal Romance

*Oregon Coast, 1915*
Adam and Geoffrey Swenson have finally come to the end of their journey. They have collected as many shifter myths as they could possibly gather in the midst of this new age filled with technological advancements. For werewolves, their world is growing ever smaller. But their circle is expanding. They have taken lodging with a much older werewolf, Tor, who operates an isolated lighthouse on the Oregon coast. There, they intend to write down their findings over several centuries spent scouring the world for stories. Adam’s wanted a quiet place to rest ever since he survived the massacre at Devia just seventeen years prior. Still haunted by the faces of those he lost, Adam’s ready for peace. But there’s one story that has yet to be lived. They won’t be the only ones staying with Tor, and when he meets the vampires, Adam’s world is flipped.
Jane and Michael Gennari are in transit. With all of Europe engaged in a bloody and controversial war, America seemed the best place for the two Italian vampires to lay low and make a new life for themselves. Especially Jane, who has spent the last few decades killing rampaging werewolves in Russia with other vampires. Tor has been kind enough to offer his lighthouse to them, but those Jane sees it as a prison, not a refuge. Her father is aiming to dull her sharp edges and remind her that she is a lady, not a warrior. Her wild spirit can’t be contained, and when she lays eyes on the handsome werewolf she’ll be living with, a new war rages within her and she doesn’t know whether he’s an enemy or a foe.

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Excerpt from Chapter 1

“You’ll have to speak to me eventually. We’re nearly there.”

Jane had maintained her stiffened posture for hours in the back of the jostling motorcar. Before that, she did the same on the train that took them far away from New York. Weeks had been spent in silence between her and her father, and she wasn’t likely to break it now.

Her stare had been fixed upon the slight streak in the black paint that covered the windows. Through this breach, she could catch glimpses of the west coast landscape roll past. Grass, rocks, the road, and occasional passing car or carriage. Just big enough to see the outside world, but not enough to let in the searing light of day. Though, from what she had heard, Oregon wasn’t known for its sunshine.

Michael, her father, had busied himself with reading to pass the quiet hours spent in the company of his obstinate daughter. He didn’t waste time trying to console her. He knew perfectly well why they were no longer on speaking terms. Even if he wasn’t a vampire who could read her emotions and memories, her father understood what he had done to upset her this much and he would make no apologies. This was the final straw for both of them.

“I believe it’s safe to let the windows down, milord,” said Luciano from the driver’s seat. The front and back of the motorcar were separated by a glass panel that was blacked-out as the other windows to create a dark and comfortable compartment for the traveling vampires.

Michael sat up and reached to slide open the front window, so they could see the unpaved road that cut through the evergreen forest. Headlights blazed their trail through the growing twilight, but little else could be seen past the winding turns and impenetrable shadows beyond.

Cora, Jane’s blood servant, glanced over her shoulder from the front seat and gave her mistress a comforting smile. She returned it, seeing no blame in either of the humans that attended them. It wasn’t their fault she was being carted across the country, and they deserved none of her wrath.

“It’s been quite some time since you’ve seen him,” Michael said. “Are you at least excited?”

Once more, Jane ignored her father’s attempts at conversation.

“You know this man, milady?” Cora questioned in her diluted York accent.

Know him? Jane thought she had loved him. But that was long ago, before she even understood what the word meant. Even now, she still wasn’t sure.

“I do. Or, I’d like to think that I do.”

Cora shifted so she could face her mistress. “What’s he like?”

A smile touched Jane’s lips as she thought of her old friend, her old guide. “He is… the last shred of an ancient world. Noble, reliable, powerful, kind… You’ll certainly never meet another like him.”

Cora’s grin widened, the most eager of the party. She always was. Occasionally, her enthusiasm proved infectious, but Jane was too far gone to feel much, apart from a deep dissatisfaction over the way things had gone so sour for her over the last year.

“That’s the first kind thing I’ve heard you say in months, outside of ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you’.”

Michael was fishing for an argument, but Jane wouldn’t take the bait. She continued to gaze out the front windshield, searching for the break in the trees.

If Jane were honest with herself, she might have admitted that she was a little excited to see the Pacific coast. There were still new discoveries to be made, even for her. This would be one of them. An interruption to boredom, at least for a few moments.

The sun had dipped far below the horizon now, making way for the cool night that appeared darker here than anywhere else. A thin canopy of clouds seemed ever-present over this part of the country, blotting out the constellations and glowing moon. During the day, this cloak across the landscape worked in their favor in their struggle against the sunlight. But now, it deprived them of the only beauty vampires could look forward to.

The road opened as the tree line dropped away from the car. Ahead, she could see the silhouette of the towering lighthouse and its caretaker’s house against the dull gray sky. Candlelight flickered in a few of the windows on the two-story home and a lantern hung by the door, inciting a tickling sensation of anxiety in the pit of Jane’s stomach. He was there, waiting for them.

As they approached, Jane leaned forward to get a better look. A beam of light slowly rotated atop the tower, streaming through the murky black and dispersing out to sea. She had seen lighthouses before in her travels, but this was special somehow. Not in its construction or location, but purely for the fact that she knew its caretaker. That made it the best lighthouse in the world.

The moment the car eased to a stop in front of the house, she refused to wait for the blood servants. She opened her door and a gust of salty sea breeze welcomed her.

The air was damp, as was the ground that would wet the hem of her skirt. The waves crashed with violent force against the side of the cliff upon which the lighthouse was built. Now out of the confines of her car, she could see the distinct line of the ocean and the faintest rim of amber curving along it. It wasn’t enough to burn her, nor enough to illuminate her path, but enough to make her breath catch in her throat. After almost four hundred years, the last rays of the sunset never failed to thrill her.

Luciano opened the door for Michael, while Cora hurried to the rear to unstrap their trunks and luggage. Jane took a few bounding steps toward the house, but stopped. The front door swung open, lighting the walkway that led to the porch. The broad, tall figure of a man stood on the threshold, casting a long shadow down the steps and into the yard.

Jane’s smile crinkled the corners of her eyes and she tossed aside all propriety. She lifted her skirts and ran for him. Michael shouted for her to wait, but how could she?

Tor hurried to meet her and caught her up in his arms just as she leapt for his. He still smelled like the desert, like the wild and mysterious man she had met so long ago. Jane giggled and buried her face in his shoulder as she relaxed into his strong embrace. It was just as she remembered it.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you!” she murmured against his shirt.

Tor released her and her arms slid away from his neck. Jane looked up into his face to see that not everything had stayed the same. Time changed werewolves. More than vampires. His hair, once as black as the dress she now wore, had turned as silver as the moon. She could see the way his dark, clean-shaven face wrinkled and roughened with age. His eyes, as dark, wise, and haunting as ever, looked upon her with that same fondness that echoed from their last meeting. They held the last sliver of the man she had once known.

“And you’ve grown.” His deep voice tremored in her bones, carrying that foreign lilt that she adored. That voice that had once fanned the flames of love, but now fell upon cold embers.

Memories of the first time they met came rushing back, along with a slight twinge of embarrassment. Jane had been so young. So ambitious. Not even half a century old. She could remember the way she circled him in her father’s villa in Italy, her lustful eyes sweeping over his body. She had been so sure that she’d have pursed his heart by the end of that perilous trip to the Caspian Sea. Hindsight allowed her to see that she had gained something better than the heart and love of her Egyptian guide. She had his loyalty and his friendship.

“Now, if I could only get her to greet me that way.”

Michael’s voice shattered her happy moment. Tor’s attention shifted and the two vampires shook hands like old friends.

“I hope your journey wasn’t too tiring.”

Her father gestured toward the parked car. “Not at all. These horseless carriages are quite comfortable.”

Jane bit her lips together. Michael knew very well that it infuriated her when he called something by its improper name, and it took much of her self-control not to correct him.

Tor chuckled and did the job for her. “I believe they’re called cars now, aren’t they?”

Michael feigned sudden comprehension. “Oh, yes. I believe they are.”

“Go on inside and I’ll assist your blood servants.”

Tor took a few steps away, but was stopped by Michael’s insistent wave. “No, no. They can handle it just fine. Let’s go in together.”

Jane caught Tor’s notice and rolled her eyes. They both knew how aristocratic her father could be. With a sigh he relented, and they climbed the steps together.

A quick tour of the inside told her that this would not be like living in New York. Nor in Florence. The wooden floors creaked under their drumming footsteps. The wallpaper was worn and out of taste. The furniture was simple, but old and repaired in places where fabric had torn or wood had snapped.

The house was of modest size, the rooms just big enough for their purposes. A parlor, dining room, kitchen, and four bedrooms upstairs with a hall and staircase that dissected the entire floorplan. It’d be manageable with five people, given that there was a whole basement dedicated to Michael and Jane alone. It was the ideal place for her imprisonment.

“All this just for you?” Michael asked of Tor. The lightkeeper directed Luciano up the stairs with the first of the trunks before turning back to his guests.

“It belonged to a family before I came,” he explained. “I had considered letting out one of the rooms for an assistant, but… you see how difficult that would be.”

The strained, almost sardonic smile made Jane wonder.

“Is there no other luppo manero in town?”

The word itself surprised her more than it did her father. She had made such an effort to mask her Italian roots while in America that any leakage of her native language or accent was unintended.

“None that live here permanently.” Tor looked to Michael and took a deep breath. “That’s something I need to discuss with you. I trust your opinion of my kind hasn’t changed much over the years?”

Michael’s brows knitted together. “No, they haven’t.”

“That’s good. Because I have two staying with me. It’s temporary, but they arrived before I had the chance to write to you and let you know we’d be sharing the house.”

A cold panic rushed through her. “Two more werewolves?” she asked. Jane had been mindful to keep her language purely English this time, but there was no masking her alarm.

Their host nodded. “Yes. But I’m certain they won’t cause any trouble for you.”

Michael clasped his hands behind his back. “Why is that? Do they know we’re coming?”

“Yes. I’ve told them everything and they agree that they’re willing to cooperate.”

“And you believe them?” Michael’s chin lifted to study the werewolf for any hesitation.

Tor had none. “Whole-heartedly. They’ve never given me reason to doubt them.”

Sharing the house with two more werewolves. Jane’s head swam at the thought. Tor was enough. She knew him, trusted him, but these two strangers were the wildcards in their plan.

Michael turned to his daughter and point-blank, demanded of her, “Will this be a problem for you?”

He, more than anyone else in that house, would know why it should be a problem. No one else, not even Cora, fully knew her story.

She opened her mouth to answer, but thought better and looked to Tor. “If you think them good, then I will endeavor to think the same.”

Her old guide gave her a pondering look, but Jane wouldn’t allow herself to falter. Not in front of him.

“I’m going for a walk,” she said quickly before anyone could pester her further. “After being cooped up in the car all day, I want to stretch my legs.”

Jane’s hesitant response to their fellow guests was forgotten and Tor motioned toward the back of the house. “Why not come see the tower? I believe you’ll like the view.”

Her gaze followed to where he had pointed. Past the stairs was a plain door that must have led to the tower. More fluttering in her stomach prompted her answer. “No, thank you. We’ll be here for some time. I’ll enjoy the view later.”

With that, Jane promptly turned and hurried onto the front lawn. If she weren’t a lady, she would have let out a string of Italian, Russian, and American curses. Two more werewolves. That’s all she needed to make her agony complete. Exiled to this remote part of the country with a father she couldn’t be civil with, she wasn’t sure she could stand to be in the same house with any of them. Day or night. She hadn’t been around a strange werewolf in so long, she hardly knew how to act anymore.

Her only consolation lay in that these two strangers wouldn’t stay for long. As Tor said, they were here temporarily. She prayed to whatever higher power was listening that she could keep her emotions banked and her heart in check until she was alone again.

(End of Excerpt)

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