Harper Allen - Dead Is The New Black

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Tashya Crosse is in trouble – with a capital T!Ever since Tashya’s grandfather revealed the big family secret – Tashya and her triplet sisters were born of a vampire slayer – Tashya’s life has been a series of surprises. But none of that prepared her for the possibility of turning vamp herself.Or for the idea that the most gorgeous man she’s ever laid eyes on is over two hundred years old. And one of her sisters wants to stake him, while the other wants to doom him to a life of tortured guilt. Now it’s up to Tashya to decide what comes first: family loyalty or true love?

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I was going to be young and hot looking forever,

all in return for a few minor drawbacks, like not being able to take sunlight – who does, these days? I secretly thought I’d got the best deal of all…until half an hour ago.

That’s when the hunger came over me for the first time.

So here I am, standing in the dark on the bell tower of St Jude’s Episcopalian church. Just one step and the ones I love will be safe from me. But maybe it’s fitting that Jude is the patron saint of lost causes, because I don’t think I can take that last step.

And oh, God…

I can feel the hunger coming on again.

On their twenty-first birthday, the sexy and stylish Crosse triplets discover their mother was a vampire slayer – and that each of them is destined to carry on their family’s legacy with the dark side.

A new mini-series from author

Harper Allen

Darkheart & Crosse

Follow each triplet’s story:

Dressed to Slay– February 2010 Unveiled family secrets lead sophisticated Megan Crosse into the world of shapeshifters and slayers.

Vampaholic– March 2010 Sexy Kat Crosse fears her dark future as a vampire until a special encounter reveals her true fate.

Dead Is the New Black– April 2010 Cursed by her own blood, wild child Tash Crosse leaves her family, only to learn her death might save them all.

Harper Allen,her husband and their menagerie of cats and dogs divide their time between a home in the country and a house in town. She grew up reading Stephen King, John D MacDonald and John Steinbeck, among others, and has them to blame for her lifelong passion for reading and writing.

Dead is The New Black

BY

Harper Allen

MILLS & BOON

www.millsandboon.co.uk

For Tara

Prologue

One step, and everything’s finished—the pain and the guilt and the cold, sickening fear washing over me, making my grip slick with sweat and turning my legs to rubber. With one step this nightmarish hunger ends, too. But I don’t know if I have the nerve to take that step off this ledge into the darkness. Apparently I’m also a coward, among other things.

Or maybe I’m still in denial. I can’t help thinking that this isn’t the way my life was supposed to turn out, even though I finally understand that whining about fair and unfair is useless. But still. I mean, I should have been Mrs. Dr. Todd by now, right? I should have had the triplet wedding thing with my sisters, Megan and Katherine: summer brides, the three of us, ready to say the vows that would have ensured us the same uneventful life Grammie Crosse has. We would have been on the Maplesburg Hospital committee. We’d have played tennis at the Maplesburg country club. Megan would have hosted parties with her investment-banker hubbie, Dean, Kat would have done the same for Lance as he climbed the ladder at his corporate law firm and I would have played the part of a cosmetic surgeon’s wife to perfection. And if once in a while we lay awake in the middle of the night and asked ourselves if this was all there was to life…well, remembering the nightmares we had when we were kids would answer that question for us.

But instead of getting married a few months ago we ended up having to stake our fiancés the night before Megan’s wedding.

It’s a long story, and in my current position I’m not sure I’ll have time to finish it. I’ll just say that our fiancés were turned into vamps by a bitch called Zena, the Queen Vampyr who killed our father, David Crosse, and Angelica Dzarchertzyn, our mother—for those of you who don’t know, our mother was a Daughter of Lilith, a hereditary vampire killer—when we were babies. Carrying out his vow to his dying daughter, Angelica’s father, Anton, made sure his triplet granddaughters had a normal American childhood by placing us with Grammie and Popsie Crosse.

So for the next twenty years Megan and Kat and I were adored, shop-till-we-dropped princesses in a small upstate New York town. Our closest encounter with a vamp was on a box of Count Chocula cereal and in barely remembered nightmares from our childhood. But then we turned twenty-one and Zena tracked us down to Maplesburg.

Which is when our perfect world was torn apart, never to be put back together again.

As I say, I don’t want to dwell on the dreary details, mainly because I hate thinking about how dumb I was back then. When Anton Dzarchertzyn—Grandfather Darkheart, as he said we should call him—showed up on our doorstep the night we staked Lance and Todd and Dean, and told us the truth about how our mother had lived and died, I was convinced I would turn out to be the Crosse triplet who’d inherited Angelica’s Daughter of Lilith destiny. I was equally convinced that Megan would fulfill Darkheart’s other prediction.

Our mother had died trying to save her babies from Zena. She’d failed. One of us bore the mark of the Queen Vampyr and would turn vamp herself during her twenty-first year.

My theory about Megan being the vamp and me being the Daughter was blown out of the water during our final battle with Zena, when Megan proved herself to be the true inheritor of Mom’s title. So I fell back on theory number two: that Kat, the languidly sexy middle Crosse sister—born half an hour before me and twenty minutes after Kat—was the one Zena had marked when we were babies.

Wrong again. When we went up against Master Vamp Cyrus Kane, Kat learned that her legacy didn’t come from Mom or Zena, it came from our father, a Healer who’d been able to restore the souls of vamps and turn them back into the humans they’d once been. And after that revelation, it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who among us was left to turn fang-girl.

Me. Little Tashie Crosse. The shallow sister, the bratty sister, the sister who hadn’t grown up, according to Megan and Kat. The sister who now never would.

I was going to be young and hot-looking forever. I’d never need Botox or have to trade in my Manolos for double-width Naturalizers, all in return for a few minor drawbacks like not being able to take sunlight—who does, these days?—and cringing if some insensitive clod shoved a crucifix in my face. All in all, I secretly thought I’d gotten the best deal of all…until half an hour ago.

That’s when the hunger came over me for the first time and I understood what being undead was really all about.

It’s about killing. Killing for the love of killing, killing for the sheer, unholy joy of it, killing because killing’s better than sex, better than breathing, better than falling in love. I knew instinctively that making the kill last by torturing the victim would notch the thrill up even higher, and choosing a victim close to me would be a rush of dark nirvana.

I wanted to kill Kat. When I’d had my fill of her blood and her body had been torn beyond recognition, I wanted to take on Megan. Daughter of Lilith or no, I didn’t think she’d be able to stake me before I overpowered her. Grandfather Darkheart would have been next, and then I would have contented myself with acquaintances and strangers, biding my time until the two people I loved most returned from the months-long cruise they were on.

Welcome home, Grammie. Your darling Tashya’s missed you, Popsie.

Just for a moment the vision of killing them had been so clear in my mind that it had seemed like I’d already done it, and the horror that rushed through me had beaten back the hunger, breaking its hold on me. But it’ll be back, and when it comes a second time I don’t know if I’ll be strong enough to fight it off again.

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