Title: We Own the Night (Night Songs Collection #3)
Author: Kristen Strassel
Publication date: September 1st 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal, Romance
Callie Chabot would stop at nothing to save her ex-boyfriend Blade Bennett from the clutches of vampire clan leader Talis de Rancourt, even if means becoming immortal herself. What she doesn’t know is that Blade has already defeated Talis, and he’s waiting for Callie in the afterlife.
Now Callie only has her creator, Tristan Trevosier, to turn to for guidance. But he’s too wrapped up in the debauchery of the Las Vegas rock scene to give a damn about the particulars of being undead. That’s enough to drive Callie crazy on its own, but female vampires are automatic clan leaders.
Not only does Callie have no idea how to wrangle a vampire clan, but her would-be followers have more to gain from her failure. They instead choose to follow Blade—and he’s hell-bent on making Callie pay for her bad decisions. Since he took out the existing clan leader, that automatically puts him at the helm of what should be Callie’s new clan.
That’s when seasoned rogue vampire, Cash Logan, shows up, shrouded in magic and mystery. No one is sure which side Cash is on, but Callie needs to take a chance on the one vampire who is willing to give her the answers she needs, no matter how dark and frightening they may be. Callie must trust her instincts and form alliances that may backfire.
Cash shows Callie that playing nice is no longer an option, and that fixing her wrongs won’t always make everything right.
To take control of her clan, Callie must look to her rival to discover exactly what makes her a leader.
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I knew female vampires had a lot of power, but me? In charge? Even I knew that was a recipe for disaster. –Callie
Vampire clan leaders didn’t sulk. Unless that vampire clan leader was me. –Callie
I caught Sherri looking at me the same way she’d probably look at one of those little dogs cross bred with a poodle. Like I was just too precious. Did she know I could rip her into tiny pieces and not even break a sweat?—Callie
When you want to play with things that go bump in the night, bad things happen—Tristan
“You know there’s a thin line between love and hate, muse,” he grunted. “I can fuck you like I hate you all day long.”—Noah
They knew how this worked. Yet they wouldn’t follow me blindly. Did I blame them? No. Did I resent them? Hell yes.--Callie
Don’t think you have to fill her shoes. Just get cuter shoes, doll.—Lennon
I might have made some mistakes, but I never did anything without emotion. --Callie
I closed my eyes. Thank God I didn’t need to breathe, because I couldn’t. Tristan responded by continuing to kiss me, making his way up my arm.
“Noah was at the theater tonight.”
That stopped him dead in his tracks. His eyes blackened. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could have killed him.”
“God, I wish.” I pictured the cases raining down around him, wishing they’d crushed his skull. “So he’s the new singer of Soul Divider.”
“What?” Tristan’s jaw dropped. “How is that even possible? Soul Divider is in your clan. What the hell are they doing?”
“I’m sure Ryder and the band have no idea about what happened with Noah and me.” I wished I didn’t have to bring it up. “I don’t know if this means they’re working with Blade, or if Blade’s working against the band. I was so shocked, I didn’t think to ask questions. Noah wouldn’t have helped me, anyway. My first thought was that Ryder should have mentioned it.”
“Damn straight he should have.” Rage rolled off of Tristan’s skin. “I think you’re right. You can’t trust those people. What the fuck. What happened to clan loyalty?”
“Like you can talk.” I moved his face back to mine. “You betrayed Talis by spending time with me.”
“That wasn’t betraying her.” He smiled, but it wasn’t happy. “It was just pissing her off. There’s a difference.”
“I guess you’re right. You piss me off all the time.” I tried to make him smile for real. Didn’t work. “You better not betray me, Tristan. You’re all I’ve got.”
At one point in my life, which seemed something that happened in another universe, I had envisioned spending my life with Tristan. In my head, we led a sun-soaked existence, kissing endlessly as the ocean lapped at our ankles. It’s funny how in your dreams you never get old.
At least I got that part right.
He lowered me back down to the couch, one hand in the small of my back, the other on my shoulder. He kissed me from the center of my neck down to my breastbone. “You’re all I want,” he murmured.
I sighed, from the feel of the lips feather soft against my skin and the sound of those words. I wanted them tattooed on my heart. While I was lost in another dimension, our clothes had disappeared, unneeded. I wrapped my hands in fistfuls of Tristan’s hair, pulling his head up. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at me, fangs bared, eyes glowing.
He sunk his fangs into my skin, just above my left breast. My body bucked up against his as I screamed. He pulled the essence from my body, so close to my heart. I pushed him closer, my body reacting uncontrollably. I scraped my fingers along his arms, his blood hot as it pooled on my stomach. He lowered his head, working his tongue on the skin of my belly. I pushed his head lower, running my free hand through the blood he left behind then sucking it off of my fingers.
Tristan and I shared the same wish: that he would crawl inside of me, that we could become one. This was the only time everything felt right. Blind and screaming when I reached my peak, I pulled his face back to my mouth, smothering him with kisses, then biting his neck. His body went limp and I climbed on top of him, straddling his stomach as I drank. I slid down on top of him, fitting perfectly together and moved back and forth with all the strength I had left that night.
When we both had nothing left, we laid in a heap, gasping for air we didn’t need, sometimes having enough energy to kiss. Nobody said a word. We didn’t have to.
That was all I needed.
THE NIGHT SONGS COLLECTION:
We Own the Night--Available September 1, 2014
About the author:
Kristen Strassel is the author of The Night Songs Collection, a paranormal romance series about vampire rock stars in Las Vegas. After all, they tell you to write what you know. She is a passionate music fan who also loves football games and diners. Kristen works as a makeup artist on film and TV shows when she's not writing, and loves being behind the scenes. A former resident of Las Vegas, Kristen now lives in the Boston area.