First Drop of Crimson - Night Huntress World By Jeaniene Frost

Jeaniene Frost an American fantasy author, known for her work on the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Night Huntressseries and the Night Huntress World novels. Foreign rights for her novels have sold to nineteen different countries. Frost lives in Florida with her husband Matthew. Aside from writing, she enjoys reading, poetry, watching movies with her husband, exploring old cemeteries, spelunking and traveling by car. In addition to the Night Huntress series, she has contributed to a number of anthologies.


"Even though they were in the basement, Denise could still hear the sounds of battle
outside. She didn‟t know what had attacked them, but they couldn‟t be human, not for Cat to
look so scared when she‟d ordered them downstairs. If she was frightened, then they should all 
be afraid.


Crashing noises above made Denise gasp. Randy‟s arm tightened around her. “It‟ll be
His face said he believed otherwise. So did Denise. But she smiled, trying to convince her
husband she believed the lie, if only to make him feel better.
His arm eased off her. “I‟m going upstairs to help look for it.”
It was the object that had drawn these creatures, whatever they were, to this house in the
middle of icy nowhere. If it could be found and destroyed, the attack would stop.
Five years ago, Denise wouldn‟t have believed in vampires, ghouls, or objects possessing
supernatural powers. Now because she‟d chosen to spend the New Year with her halfvampire
best friend in a house filled with things the average person didn‟t believe in, she and
Randy would probably die.
“You can‟t go up there, it‟s too dangerous,” Denise protested.
“I won‟t go outside, but I can help look in the house.”
Denise knew finding it was the only chance any of them had. “I‟ll go with you.”
“Stay here. The kids are scared.”
Denise looked to the faces huddled in the far corner of the basement room, eyes wide
fear. Former runaways or homeless kids who lived with the vampires, their rent paid in
blood donations. The only other adult in the room was Justina, and even her normally
imperious expression was tremulous.
“I‟ll stay,” Denise said at last. “Be careful. Come right back if those things get any
Randy gave her a quick kiss. “I will. Promise.”
“I love you,” she called out as he flung open the
door. He smiled. “Love you, too.”
He went out the door and Denise locked it behind him. It was the last time she saw Randy

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