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A
Midnight
Seduction
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Michelle
M Pillow
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After
her
mother’s
death
three
years
ago,
Audrey
Hayes is
mildly
content
to run
the
greenhouse
left to
her. She
has a
good
life,
though
she is
alone.
Then, on
All
Hallows’
Eve, a
man
walks
into the
store
looking
for her
mother,
Clara.
Porter
is a
full
blooded
lycan
sent to
collect
Clara
and
bring
her back
to the
Dark
Realm to
be with
Audrey’s
vampire
father
so they
may
conceive
a child
by
midnight
in
fulfillment
of the
elfin
prophecy,
or both
their
worlds
will be
lost to
demons
forever.
Instead,
he
discovers
Clara is
dead and
must he
take her
daughter
instead
—a woman
who has
no clue
she’s
even of
supernatural
descent.
Getting
Audrey
to the
realm is
the easy
part,
it’s
convincing
her to
join him
in
fulfilling
the
prophecy
that
proves
to be a
challenge.
This
book was
previously
published
in an
anthology.
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Chapter
One
“Tick or
teat,
smell my
feet!” a
little
voice
chimed.
Audrey
Hayes
looked
up from
the shop
counter
and
smiled.
The
round
cherub
face of
a four
year old
was
painted
red like
a demon,
but the
big
brown
eyes
looked
better
suited
to a
cute
little
puppy
dog.
“Ew,”
Audrey
flinched,
shaking
her head
and
wrinkling
her nose
in mock
disgust.
“I don’t
want to
smell
your
stinky
feet.
Gross!”
The
child
giggled
and
Audrey
loaded
his
little
plastic
bucket
down
with
candy.
The
kid’s
dad was
a
customer
and he
smiled
kindly,
urging
the boy
to say
thank
you.
“Tank
you!” he
chirped,
before
remembering
he was a
scary
demon.
He held
up his
hands to
make
claws,
as he
growled.
Audrey
jumped
back and
pretended
to be
scared.
“Oh,
no!
Don’t
hurt
me!”
The boy
giggled
and they
left.
Looking
around
her
shop,
she
sighed.
She’d
owned
the
Dorian
Greenhouse
since
her
mother
died
three
years
before,
leaving
it to
her.
Her
mother
had been
a witch,
well a
‘naturalist’.
Audrey
had
always
teased
her that
she was
a
witch.
Her
mother
had just
always
smiled
and
said,
‘You
never
know
dear,
you
never
know.’
Audrey
had been
pretty
close to
her
mother.
Clara
had been
eighteen
when she
got
pregnant
with her
by the
captain
of the
football
team.
She’d
never
met her
father.
Audrey
grinned
as
another
group of
monsters
and a
sorely
outnumbered
princess
ballerina
came in
for
candy.
She
liked to
stay
open
late on
Halloween
for her
customers’
children.
It was,
after
all, her
favorite
holiday.
The kids
got a
kick out
of
walking
through
her
spooky
haunted
greenhouse
out
back.
She’d
hired a
few high
school
students
to watch
over
them to
make
sure no
one and
nothing
was
hurt—like
her
plant
inventory.
They
also
rattled
leaves
around
to scare
the
kids.
It was
all in
good
fun.
Outside
it was
evening.
The sun
had just
set and
she’d be
closing
her
doors in
about an
hour.
Not many
kids
seemed
to stay
out past
dusk
trick-or-treating
anymore.
She
couldn’t
blame
the
parents.
It’s not
like
when she
was
little.
Neighbors
had
known
each
other
back
then and
there
was no
‘razorblades
in the
candy
bar’
scare to
contend
with.
Audrey
wasn’t
sure if
that was
just a
myth or
had
actually
happened
to
someone,
but if
she was
a
parent,
she’d
not take
chances.
Frowning,
she
sighed
as a
wave of
loneliness
rolled
through
her.
She went
to
reload
her
candy
bowl
with
tooth-decaying
goodness.
What was
she
thinking?
She’d
never be
a
parent—not
unless
she met
a man
with a
ready-
made
family
or she
adopted.
Part of
her
wanted a
baby
desperately,
but a
serious
infection
when she
was
little
had left
her
sterile,
so she
knew it
wasn’t
possible.
Anyway,
with no
prospective
man in
her
life,
and no
love
life or
sex life
to speak
of, the
idea of
a family
had
never
seemed
so far
away.
The door
chime
went off
and
Audrey
made her
way back
to the
counter
with the
candy.
A man
stood
just
behind
the
front
display,
a look
of
distaste
on his
handsome
face.
Brown
hair
spilled
in
gentle
waves to
his
shoulders,
framing
his dark
features.
She felt
her
heart
speed
up. His
profile
was to
her as
he
glanced
around—strong
European
nose,
bold
lips,
perfectly
chiseled
features.
Her body
grew hot
and she
had to
keep her
knees
from
buckling
by
leaning
on the
countertop
for
support.
Damn!
He was
gorgeous,
like a
Greek
God sent
down to
torment
mortal
women
with his
mere
presence.
Her
whole
body
came to
life
just
looking
at him.
It was
strange
for her
to react
so
strongly
to a
man, but
she was
instantly
drawn to
him.
Audrey
took a
deep
breath,
trying
to calm
the very
wanton
sensations
causing
hot
moisture
to
gather
between
her
thighs.
Her eyes
closed
and she
got the
strangest
flash of
being
leaned
over the
countertop
and
fucked
by him
from
behind.
It was
so real
that she
could
practically
feel his
cock
inside
her.
She
shivered.
What was
she
doing?
This man
was
probably
out with
his kids
and
wife!
Any
second
now the
happy
family
would
come
trotting
through
the
door,
and the
wife
would be
a
gorgeous
supermodel,
and
they’d
both
speak
Italian
and…
Her
thoughts
faltered
as his
dark
brown
eyes
turned
around
to meet
hers.
The
spark
inside
her
continued
to grow
at his
look and
she felt
the
strongest
urge to
jump
over the
countertop
and wrap
her arms
around
him. He
blinked,
smiling
slightly,
his firm
lips
curling
up at
the
side.
As he
came
from
behind
the
front
display
into
view,
she saw
he wore
tight
black
leather
pants.
They
molded
to him
like a
second
skin.
He had
tight
calves
and
strong
thighs
with a
large
bulge in
between
them.
His dark
shirt
was just
as tight
and
Audrey
wondered
what it
would be
like to
rip it
off him
right
then and
there.
What is
wrong
with
me?!
Say
something
clever,
her mind
yelled,
even as
her
throat
went
dry.
Say
something!
Anything!
Just
stop
staring
at him
and
picturing
him
naked.
“You’re
a little
old to
be trick
or
treating
aren’t
you?”
Audrey
forced a
laugh,
continuing
to eye
the
handsome
man.
Her
voice
wasn’t
as
strong
as she
would’ve
liked,
but at
least
the
words
came out
light.
“I am
looking
for
Clara,”
the
gorgeous
man
stated.
Audrey
was
disappointed
to note
his
voice
only
held the
barest
trace of
an
accent.
Damn.
She’d
been so
sure
he’d
have a
strong
accent.
Still,
his
voice
was
wickedly
low and
smooth
enough
to give
her
chills.
Altering
the
fantasy
playing
in the
back of
her
mind,
she felt
a wave
of
desire
again
assault
her.
Oh,
yeah,
his
voice
would do
just
fine.
“I’m
sorry,”
Audrey
answered,
doing
her best
to keep
up the
polite
smile
she gave
him. It
was hard
to talk
with her
heart in
her
throat.
Her mind
raced
for what
he’d
said,
and
finally
she
answered,
“Clara’s
not
here.”
The man
came
forward
and she
saw a
look of
desperation
cross in
his
eyes.
“I must
speak
with
her—tonight.
Please,
tell me,
where
might I
find
her?
She’s…expecting
me.”
“Listen,
I’m
sorry.
Clara
was my
mother.
She died
three
years
ago in a
car
accident,”
Audrey
said,
keeping
her
voice
light.
How on
Earth
did this
man know
her
mother?
Clara
had
looked
young,
being as
this
would’ve
only
been her
thirty-ninth
year.
“No,” he
said,
more to
himself
and she
could
but
wonder
at it.
He
glanced
around
and then
turned
to study
her.
“You own
this
place?”
“Yes,”
Audrey
answered
with a
small
nod.
The door
chimed
and a
group of
children
rushed
in.
Audrey
smiled
at them
and then
glanced
at the
handsome
stranger,
“Excuse
me one
moment.”
“Are…are
you like
your
mother?”
he
asked,
ignoring
the fact
that she
walked
away
from
him.
Audrey
sighed.
Great.
Just her
luck.
She’d
finally
feel a
spark of
burning
desire
for a
man and
he’d
only
want to
talk
about
her
mother.
It
wasn’t
the
first
time.
Her
mother
had
always
naturally
drawn
attention
to
herself.
Couldn’t
this one
have
just
been
married?
She
ignored
his
question,
politely
teasing
the
kids.
Peeking
through
the
corner
of her
eye, she
saw he
looked
very
annoyed
by the
interaction.
When the
kids
were
gone, he
stated,
“Clara
never
gave out
candy
and
dressed
up for
All
Hallows’
Eve. It
really
isn’t a
time to
celebrate.”
Audrey
blinked
in
surprise,
looking
down at
her
outfit.
Her long
sleeve
black
t-shirt
had a
skeleton
on it,
but
she’d
hardly
call
that a
costume.
“How do
you know
that?
How
exactly
did you
know my
mother?
Who are
you?”
His
mouth
opened
to
answer
and he
looked
uncomfortable.
He
glanced
away,
before
placing
his
palms
flat on
the
counter.
“I’m
Porter.
Are you
sure it
was a
car
accident
that
killed
her?”
Audrey
nodded.
The
memory
of it
brought
her pain
and she
had to
fight
down the
burning
of
tears.
“Yes.
Strangely
enough
it was
caught
by a
news
crew
filming
a local
festival.
She was
hit by a
drunk
driver
in broad
daylight.
It was
very…sudden.”
“I’m
sorry to
hear
that,”
Porter
answered.
“Very
sorry.”
“Thank
you,”
Audrey
nodded.
The
whole
affair
was a
blur.
She
barely
recalled
the
funeral,
except
as a bad
dream.
“Now,
how did
you say
you knew
my
mother?”
“I
didn’t,”
Porter
returned.
He began
walking
away
from
her,
craning
his neck
as he
looked
around
the
shop.
“Tell
me, do
you know
why she
called
this
Dorian
Greenhouse?”
“Oscar
Wilde’s
The
Picture
of
Dorian
Gray.
It was
her
favorite
book.
That’s
what she
told
me,”
Audrey
answered.
“She was
eccentric
like
that.”
“No,”
Porter
said,
laughing
slightly.
“She
named it
after
your
father,
Dorian
Risdon—Lord
Dorian
Risdon.”
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