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  Contents

  Acknowledgment

  Prologue

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s Imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Wicked Nights

  A Berkley Book / published by arrangement with the author

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  Copyright © 2005 by Nina Bangs

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  Electronic edition: March, 2005

  To Natasha Kern, agent extraordinaire.

  Thanks for guiding my career in the right direction, encouraging me to stretch my limits, and always protecting my interests.

  You’re the best.

  Acknowledgment

  Thanks to Ken Charles, Regional Vice President of Programming for Clear Channel Houston, who cheerfully answered my radio talk show questions.

  Prologue

  “You bring the heat, O Evil One.” Sparkle Stardust leaned across the candy counter to get a better view of the man entering her store. “And that’s bad for business.”

  She relished the shiver of excitement that always preceded the nightly visits of Eric McNair—who foolishly thought she didn’t know that he was really Eric Mackenzie—because something about the centuries-old vampire spoke of dark power that rivaled her own. Secure in her own abilities, Sparkle welcomed a challenge. Winning was so much more satisfying when she pitted her skills against a worthy opponent. And Sparkle was all about winning.

  “Deal with it.” He acknowledged his amusement with a slight lift of his lips.

  Incredible lips. Sparkle was an expert on lips. “You’re a hard man.” She paused to consider the many nuances of hard. “Every day, as soon as the sun sets, I have to crank up the air at least ten degrees.” She shook her head in mock despair. “You steam up my windows so customers can’t see the merchandise, and you melt all my chocolate. You should be illegal.”

  A lie. Yummy vampires should never be illegal. He was everything bad should be—dark, brooding, and cynical. And from their nightly bantering, she knew he didn’t think any woman would ever bring him to his knees. Hah, see me laugh. Idly Sparkle wondered if he’d run screaming into the night if he knew her store-owner persona was just a front for who she really was—the matchmaker from hell. Matchmaker from hell. Had a nice ring to it.

  “I’m your best customer, so I guess I’m worth a few melted chocolate creams.” Eric shifted his attention to the tough job of choosing his nightly pound of candy.

  “A whole pound. That’s a lot to eat in one night.” She’d had Deimos keeping tabs on him, so she knew her candy was pretty much the only thing sweet in Eric’s life. How sad was that? Well, she was about to do what she did best, mess with his emotions. Taking a deep breath, she savored the wicked joy she always felt as she anticipated bringing trouble and turmoil into the life of an unsuspecting victim. The best part? He couldn’t stop her. No one ever had.

  “Brynn and Conall hit me up for half of it.” He bent over the glass case and bit his lip in concentration while he studied the possibilities.

  Studying possibilities? Sparkle Stardust was doing the same thing. She’d met seriously hot men before, but Eric blew the top off the heat index. He should have too tempting to touch tattooed across his broad chest. With beauty that could suck a woman in with her eyes wide open, along with the coldest blue gaze and the sexiest mouth she’d ever seen, Eric was a primitive call to the wild in every woman. Sparkle heard it loud and clear. Hooked up with the right woman, he could make Texas the heat-lightning center of the universe.

  And Sparkle knew exactly what kind of woman was “right” for Eric. No kittens need apply. Eric needed a full-grown tigress to keep him happy.

  Sparkle leaned a little closer. Oh, yessss. She could feel the dark and dangerous pull of all that powerful sensuality. “Tonight is steamy, so I’d recommend—”

  Eric glanced up at her through a thick fringe of dark lashes and actually smiled. Uh-oh. Sparkle glanced down to make sure all her precious little mounds of chocolate hadn’t melted into one big puddle. She sighed her relief.

  “No, I don’t want any chocolate-covered cherries. We go through this every night.” He splayed his fingers on top of the glass case as he narrowed down his choices.

  Great hands. Wide palms to hold and mold a woman’s body, along with strong fingers to touch all those secret sensitive spots. Sparkle was a connoisseur of sexy hands.

  “You’re assuming. Never assume anything about me, because I’m the queen of unpredictable.” She knew he was smart enough to take her seriously. “I’m pushing mints tonight, but what’s with this thing you have against chocolate-covered cherries? They’re so . . . symbolic.”

  “Symbolic of sex. A little fixated on everything erotic, aren’t you?” He moved to the end of the counter to take a look at her selection of filled-center chocolates.

  “Forget the milk chocolate, and don’t even think about white chocolate. You’re a dark chocolate kind of man.” He had to know how sexually delish he was. Vampires were carnal creatures by nature, but like any sensual being, he needed direction. And that’s where she entered the sexual game. She’d manipulate all that hard-muscled raw sensual attraction for her own purposes. Sparkle loved any game that had sex in the title.

  She lifted her hair from her neck, then smoothed her hands down the length of her short black dress. Not a great color for a warm spring in Galveston, but a true expression of her inner being. She loved black. “You’ve got great hair. All long and black. Makes a woman want to finger-comb it and—”

  “You didn’t answer my question.” He walked back to stand in front of her. “And I’ll take a pound of fudge.” Again the slight lift of his lips. “Vanilla.”

  Sparkle made a small moue of disappointment as she put his fudge in a box. “You want to know about me and sex?” She took his money, gave him his change, then met his gaze. “I think it’s about time we leveled with each other. Everyone else looks at you and sees Eric the Evil who plays the bad guy in a reality theme park attraction called the Castle of Dark Dreams. Not me. I see a powerful creat
ure of the night.”

  Sparkle knew her smile was sly triumph. “From the stray thoughts you’ve neglected to hide, I’ve also discovered that you and your two brothers aren’t really brothers at all. Oh, and your last name isn’t McNair. It’s Mackenzie. Don’t worry, though. I won’t tell anyone. I feel a special bond with vampires.”

  She reached out to touch his lips with the tip of her finger. “I sense your lips guard secrets—dark, fascinating, and very scary secrets. You’ve shielded most of your thoughts from me, but that makes me even more curious.” Sparkle shrugged. “A feline characteristic. I can’t stand not knowing everything.”

  He clasped her finger, holding it captive as he narrowed his gaze in warning. Fear, an emotion she’d rarely felt, slid down her spine, reminding Sparkle that when she chose to play games with powerful beings, she’d better play carefully. But even in anger, his sexual pull was so compelling that she never for a moment doubted he was worth the risk.

  “Remember what curiosity did to the cat, Sparkle.” His soft murmur was a chilling promise that bad things happened to those stupid enough to mess with any vampire from the Mackenzie clan. “Byrnn, Conall, and I are the McNair brothers to the rest of the world. Don’t ever call me Mackenzie again.” The air around him vibrated with menace and unspoken threats. Still holding her gaze, he released her finger. “Now let’s hear about you. I felt your power the first time I walked into the store. You’re not human, so what are you?”

  “I’m a cosmic troublemaker, and I specialize in sex. The universe is my sensual playground.” Sparkle widened her eyes and offered him a smile filled with fake sincerity. “I like to hook up people who’re perfect for each other and then help them sail happily into their sexual sunset.” Gag. The truth? She liked to hook up people who hated each other so she could tow them into rough water. Then she’d watch them flail away at the waves of sensual attraction, suspicion, and mutual dislike washing over them. A fun time would be had by all.

  “Right.” His expression said he knew a liar when he heard one.

  Goody. Cynical men were sexy and challenging. A fascinating combination. Leaning across the counter, she propped herself up on her elbows. “Think of me as your very own fairy godmother.” She frowned. “No. Forget the fairy godmother thing. Sounds sort of yesterday. Hmm. Got it. Think of me as your sexual happiness facilitator.”

  He didn’t smile. “Stay out of my life.”

  Not a chance, my beautiful one. “Too bad. You don’t know what you’re missing. I’ve spent over a thousand years preaching the power of S—sex and the senses. Now that I own a store where customers can double-dip all things wickedly delicious, I’ll add another super S word. Sex and sugar, the ultimate indulgence.” She shrugged. “I won’t need you, because I’ll have so many others who need my . . . help.”

  He studied her. “You named the store Sweet Indulgence, but there’s nothing sweet about you, is there?” His gaze turned suspicious. “I hope you’re not thinking of sticking your nose inside the castle.”

  “The Castle of Dark Dreams interests me. The name evokes such breathtaking sensual images.” Sparkle smiled what she knew was a provocative smile. “It’s temptingly sinister, and just by looking at it I knew that only seriously dangerous men would play there. I love alpha males. All that raging testosterone . . . Mmm. Anyway, I have plans for your castle.”

  He’d reached the glowering stage. “Don’t mess with Brynn, Conall, or me, Sparkle. Just leave us alone.” He grabbed his box of candy and strode toward the door.

  Sparkle sighed with the pure pleasure of the moment. “I get off on a glorious display of male temper. It makes me feel all tingly and sexy.”

  “Everything makes you feel sexy.” With that parting shot, Eric slammed from the store.

  She allowed herself a smile of anticipation. She’d find the perfect woman and then . . . Prepare to strip down to bare skin, my hot and gorgeous vampire, because Sparkle Stardust is about to turn up the heat in the Castle of Dark Dreams.

  1

  “No.” Donna Nolan’s word-flavor of the day. She’d been saying it ever since she landed at Bush International. She’d said it all the way to the Houston radio station, and the word hadn’t lost its popularity during the drive to Galveston.

  “So are you still getting calls from listeners about their fun-filled nights with lust-crazed creatures of the night?” Franco, her technical engineer from the Houston affiliate, took his eyes from the road long enough to grin at her.

  “No.” At least not since Donna’s station decided to screen her calls. She had mixed feelings about that. On the one hand, she wanted to be in control of all aspects of her show, but she sure didn’t want to go through another attack of the pod women.

  “Hey, let’s hear the story. I don’t stay up late enough to catch your program.” Ken, her show producer for the week, sat behind her in the station’s van. He didn’t try to hide his amusement.

  Donna didn’t believe him. He knew the story, but he’d probably get some kind of twisted kick from listening to her tell it. She wouldn’t bite.

  “No.” She stared out the van’s window as Franco drove across the causeway linking Galveston Island with the mainland.

  “What about the Castle of Dark Dreams? Think you’ll find any lust-crazed creatures there?” Franco again.

  “No.” Donna gritted her teeth. They were like a gnat tag team. She’d swat one question away only to find another one whizzing at her.

  “You’re a real disappointment, sweetheart.” Ken tried for sincere, but his chuckle ruined the effect. “You’re New York smart and host a program heard by millions. I expected tough gritty insights into the world of lust-crazed things that go chomp in the night.”

  They drove in silence for a few minutes. Donna closed her eyes, then sighed. Okay, she was tired from the trip and worried about her family, but that didn’t mean she had to take it out on Franco and Ken. She’d only be working with them for a week. If she didn’t chuck her bad attitude soon, she’d leave Texas with a bitch-from-hell reputation.

  She waited until Franco finished pointing out the seawall and beyond it the Gulf of Mexico. “Look, here’s the story. I’m only telling it once so you’d better listen up.” She continued to stare out the window. “Two weeks ago I got a call from a woman, Linda, who claimed that every night for the past month a pod of nonhuman whatevers had whisked her from her bedroom. Each night a different one seduced her, and she’d have crazy sex with him until dawn. One night it might be a vampire and the next a werewolf. The pod was an equal-opportunity group.”

  “Pod? Like in killer whales?” Franco drove along Seawall Boulevard with its panoramic view of the Gulf.

  “Right. Anyway, some women have no stamina. All that sensual gratification exhausted her, and by the time she got home each morning she was zonked.”

  Franco looked as though he was giving her story some deep thought. “That’s rough. How do you handle someone who calls in with that kind of yarn?”

  Good question. Donna could’ve cut the woman off the air, but she always respected callers no matter how out there they sounded. “When I first started Donna till Dawn, I told my listeners I’d always be open to what they had to say. All of them. But this?” She flung her hands into the air. “I mean, hello? Why me? Ms. Night-Creature Magnet should’ve been out having crazy sex with fang-guy number thirty-two instead of calling my program. I passed on my usual in-depth questions, but the damage was already done.”

  “Uh, did she mention any lust-crazed female creatures?” Ken sounded serious.

  Sheesh. “No.”

  Undeterred, Ken forged on. “You decided to broadcast your program from the Castle of Dark Dreams for a week because of this woman? Why?”

  Night was falling, and Donna paused for a moment to stare at the brilliantly lit entrance to Live the Fantasy Theme Park that dominated the skyline. Like it or not—and she was leaning toward not—she’d be stuck at the Castle of Dark Dreams, one of the park’s m
ajor attractions, until Friday.

  “After that first call, the next few nights were disasters. Each night I fielded dozens of calls about the pod. According to callers, the pod was on a mission to drain the sexual energy from every woman in Texas.” She smiled, but it felt strained.

  “Think about it. Millions of women sleeping in while hubby and the kids make their own breakfasts and find their own socks. It boggles the mind. And according to all the women who called, the evil pod’s headquarters is right here in Galveston, in the Castle of Dark Dreams.” Donna had never had proof of the power of mass suggestion. She sure had it now.

  “So you caved.” Ken sounded a little too satisfied with the thought of her caving.

  She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. Every morning I went home with a pounding headache, and that last night I knew I couldn’t stand another round of pod stories. To stop the calls, I promised my listeners I’d take the show on the road to the Castle of Dark Dreams and do some serious investigating. In return, no one could call to discuss the pod until I was actually here broadcasting.”

  Ken nodded, finally satisfied. “Makes sense to me.”

  It was definitely not the whole story. Even without the calls from the pod women, she would’ve had to leave New York to visit some affiliates. But she would’ve done a better job of planning the trip.

  Station heads had been bugging her to take Donna till Dawn on the road. Marketing department polls showed a recent ratings slip for her show. Key in Jaws music. The heads were right. Ratings were serious business. She needed to meet and greet people to pull in new listeners. But not this week. Donna damned the headache that had scrambled her brain cells.

  “That’s the story, guys. And just so we understand each other, I’ll personally kick butt if either one of you mentions the words lust-crazed and creatures in the same sentence while I’m within hearing distance.” Donna tried on a perky smile to assure them she was willing to get along. Perpetual gloom wouldn’t win new friends.