Excerpt BLOOD NIGHT by Heather Graham

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BLOOD NIGHT by Heather Graham

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Heather Graham comes a new story in her Krewe of Hunters series…

Any member of the Krewe of Hunters is accustomed to the strange. And to conversing now and then with the dead.

For Andre Rousseau and Cheyenne Donegal, an encounter with the deceased in a cemetery is certainly nothing new.

But this year, Halloween is taking them across the pond—unofficially.

Their experiences in life haven’t prepared them for what’s to come.

Cheyenne’s distant cousin and dear friend Emily Donegal has called from London. Murder has come to her neighborhood, with bodies just outside Highgate Cemetery, drained of blood.

The last victim was found at Emily’s doorstep, and evidence seems to be arising not just against her fiancé, Eric, but against Emily, too. But Emily isn’t just afraid of the law—many in the great city are beginning to believe that the historic Vampire of Highgate is making himself known, aided and abetted by adherents. Some are even angry and frightened enough to believe they should take matters into their own hands.

Andre and Cheyenne know they’re in for serious trouble when they arrive, and they soon come to realize that the trouble might be deadly not just for Emily and Eric, but for themselves as well.

There’s help to be found in the beautiful and historic old cemetery.

And as All Hallows Eve looms, they’ll be in a race against time, seeking the truth before the infamous vampire has a chance to strike again.

**Every 1001 Dark Nights novella is a standalone story. For new readers, it’s an introduction to an author’s world. And for fans, it’s a bonus book in the author’s series. We hope you’ll enjoy each one as much as we do.**

Excerpt BLOOD NIGHT by Heather Graham

Given the time he’d spent in Salem, Massachusetts, and his time in New Orleans, Louisiana, Andre had met many a so-called psychic. Some seemed sincere, though he believed they simply had a talent for reading people and telling them things they might already know.

Most were shams.

Father Faith—or William Smith—fell into the latter grouping, Andre decided, though that quick assessment might not be fair. He knew witches in Salem who were really Wiccans, respecting their faith as a religion. He knew some who were all show for the tourists who came into their shops, fascinated and ready to drop their dollars.

It was the same in New Orleans. There were very good voodoo practitioners and priests and priestesses. But he knew those who were total con artists, too.

In both alternative religions, no harm was to be done to others. Harm done came back on the one who attempted it. Both Hollywood—and Doc Duvalier in Haiti—had given voodoo a very bad name.

The shop they approached was called Father Faith’s.

“How original,” Cheyenne deadpanned, and he shot her a smile as he opened the door.

Andre hadn’t needed to get inside to perform his initial assessment of the man. His first impression had come from the front window, which displayed modern vampire kits, bottles of potions made from garlic, “guaranteed to drive away vampires and other forces of evil,” plus all manner of sterling jewelry, from crosses to earrings and more.

Father Faith seemed to be a focal point of the store himself. He stood talking to a customer and gesturing to the shelves that offered all sorts of arcane items: stakes, vials of garlic, oils, candles, herbs, talismans, tarot cards, books, and crosses in wood or silver of varying sizes and all price points.

As Inspector Adair had told them, William Smith was a tall man, dark-haired, and could easily have been cast as a vampire in any movie. His shoulders were broad, and his age was difficult to determine. But however old he might be—somewhere between forty-five to maybe even sixty—he was extremely fit, moved fluidly, and carried himself with an air of drama and confidence. His eyes were dark, his face was pale, and he wore a collar that seemed not quite priestly, but very close to it.

Cheyenne and Andre pretended interest in a rack of jewelry, a lot of it beautifully crafted. Father Faith might be a psychic, but he was also good at acquisitions.

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