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FREE READ. The beloved Regency vampire romance. But Caroline hides a dangerous secret, one that could cost him his life. Download: epub mobi (Kindle) pdf more Online Reader Sylvia Day is the #1 New York Times and #1 international bestselling author of over 20 award- winning novels. Catching Caroline by Sylvia Day. Can the hunger that Catching Caroline – Various Formats (HTML, MOBI, EPUB, RTF, PDF, LRF, PDB, TXT).
London, "Wicked men are a weakness of mine. You may do and say whatever you wish. You can associate with the rakes you prefer and marry whomever you like. I, however Lowering her voice, she continued, "Am destined to do whatever I'm told. Her gaze drifted across the occupants below, taking in the various gowns and the number of guests in attendance.
London, "Wicked men are a weakness of mine. You may do and say whatever you wish. You can associate with the rakes you prefer and marry whomever you like. I, however Lowering her voice, she continued, "Am destined to do whatever I'm told. Her gaze drifted across the occupants below, taking in the various gowns and the number of guests in attendance. At one time she had attended such events with her own family, but they had passed on to their reward long ago and she had learned to manage on her own.
Her comfortably sized trust funds and lack of familial ties afforded her a freedom other women of her station, women like Julienne, did not enjoy. Unfortunately, it was also very lonely. With her thoughts elsewhere, Caroline might have passed over impressively broad shoulders and hair as dark as night had the tiny hairs on her nape not stood at attention and her jaw not begun to ache in a wholly unfamiliar way.
She stilled, her attention riveted on the tall man whose powerful torso tapered to a narrow waist and lean hips. His black hair gleamed under the golden glow of the chandeliers, the ends curled lovingly around the top of his starched cravat. The evening attire of stark black and white appeared to have been made with him in mind, showing off the austere beauty of his features to perfection, a beauty enhanced by the statuesque blonde who clung to his arm.
Caroline stared at the man shamelessly, knowing that even if the animal inside her had not felt the singular attraction, she would have wanted him anyway.
With his full lips and intense gaze, he was gorgeous, his face so perfect as to outshine any classical painting or statue of her recollection. She'd never witnessed a more resplendently masculine being in her life. There was something about him, a dangerous edge, a predatory alertness she found utterly mesmerizing.
Just looking at him made her nipples hard, her body soft, and caused moisture to pool between her thighs, readying her for his possession. Just one look and she was nearly undone. Obscenely wealthy I've been told, due to his shipping interests. How I envy you your choice of men such as him. Caroline shivered with desire. She knew he would be, just from the sight of him. As if he could feel the longing and need in her regard, he looked up and caught her gaze, revealing the molten silver color of his irises.
The connection was devastating. Caroline was unable to halt her instinctive reaction. Her own blood flooded her mouth before she realized her fangs had descended. It took everything she had to prevent leaping from the staircase and biting deep into his neck.
The desire to pierce his skin, to drink him in, was so overwhelming she didn't trust herself to be around him. In the century she'd been vampire, she'd never experienced such a soul-deep pull to another being.
Startled, confused, and deeply afraid she would do something she'd regret forever, Caroline covered her mouth and spun blindly away. She ran past gaping guests in the crowded foyer and fled to the safety of the night beyond. Whether you like it or not.
Arguing with Julienne La Coeur about anything was a chore. Her friend was too stubborn by half. I'm not feeling well. Besides you've been convalescing for a week, plenty of time to recover from what ailed you when you ran out of the Dempsey affair.
He'd come calling twice already, bearing lovely bouquets of flowers, and both times he had been turned away. Any notion she might have held that she'd gone unnoticed was completely dispelled. He knew her name. Worse yet, he wanted to court her.
The thought sent her into a mild panic. Even if she could control the animal within her, she was not free to accept his attentions as long as she was promised to another. Julienne sighed. I won't take no for an answer. She wanted him so desperately she knew she would never be able to control the animal within her. It would bleed him dry; she would not be able to stop it.
She had to stay away, far away. A man as beautiful and magnetic as Jack Shaw did not deserve to die in such a heinous manner. He radiated life and vitality, and she would flee to the ends of the earth before she drained him of the very things that had caused her to fall in love with him. A love that had been doomed long before she met him. And so she ran. From France to Italy to America, she'd barely catch her breath before Jack would arrive, the expansion of his shipping interests causing him to visit all of the places she fled to.
This last missed encounter had come too close. Caroline could only hope his overseas business was resolved and he would remain in America. She was tired, lonely, and hungry for him. Misery was sapping her strength and resolve. If Jack came near her again, she wasn't certain she had the will to resist him. And he would pay for her weakness with his precious life. Thick fog swirled around his boots as he left the dock and vaulted into his waiting carriage.
He looked at his man of affairs who sat across from him. You're certain? Lady Caroline is here. I saw her myself, just to be sure. He'd deliberately timed his docking, aware that if he arrived during the day word would spread of his arrival and Caroline would hear of it.
For the sake of his ego, he'd denied for years that she was running from him, but after this last occasion in Virginia he could no longer delude himself. Lady Caroline Seton didn't want anything to do with him. At the age of five and twenty Caroline was considered a spinster by choice. Highly sought after for her beauty and unaccountable wealth, she rejected all suitors. She was an enigma in every respect, a beautiful and vivacious young woman who had taken the Beau Monde by storm.
Her origins were unknown, her courtesy title derived from a tenuous tie to a title now held in abeyance. Jack appreciated her mysterious appeal for a variety of reasons, not the least of which was the pleasant notoriety that allowed him to find her wherever she was. Unfortunately, he'd caught only fleeting and rare glimpses of her over the last two years.
Yet every time he saw her Caroline attracted him on some deep, primitive level he'd never experienced before. She traveled with no abigail or companion to lighten her journeys and he respected her strength of will and intrepidness. No other female of his acquaintance would travel the world alone, flaunting convention and unafraid of censure. He appreciated her individuality and admired her for it. Jack's chest expanded on a deep breath.
Caroline was the only woman he had ever pursued. He hungered for her, desired her on a level that went far beyond the physical. She felt their unusual connection as well, or she wouldn't be avoiding him. But running was futile. There was truly no choice for either of them. After that night in the Moreland garden their fate had been sealed. Soon she would see that. But he had come for her. She would not be getting away again. This time he would soothe her concerns. This time he would be catching Caroline.
The carriage rolled to a halt and Jack alighted. He paused on the street and gazed up at the home where his love slept. Three storied and Georgian in design, it was situated in a part of town that was not quite fashionable. The street was quiet and dark. It was a location that suited Caroline--mysterious and on the fringes of society. His carriage moved away, the clopping hooves of his team of four and the rolling of the wheels echoing eerily around him.
Climbing the front steps of Caroline's townhouse, Jack gained entry with the key he'd ordered made from a wax impression. Once inside he moved unerringly through the darkened house, following her scent and traversing the galleries without light until he found her. Testing the door to her bedchamber, he was relieved to find the portal unlocked and he entered, sliding the bolt home behind him.
The room was shadowed in almost complete darkness. The fire in the grate was banked and barely gave off light, but he had no difficulty seeing.
It was a small room, but perhaps that was merely the impression he received from the massive bed that dominated the space. Before the fire waited two wingback chairs. A book and blanket rested upon the arm of one; a cozy picture that warmed him as surely as the coals. As if she sensed his presence, Caroline stirred restlessly. Stepping away from the door, he moved toward her, the tight knot of longing he'd felt these last years loosening with her proximity.
He lit the taper on the nightstand and paused at the fierce reaction of his body to the sight of her in the bed. In the golden glow of the candle Caroline was ravishing. Her soft, creamy skin was flawless. Against the white linen pillow, the gleaming curls of her hair were spread with wanton abandon. His fists clenched against the powerful urge to run his fingers through them, to cup her head in his hands and hold her still for his ravishment.
Her full lips were parted with the deep, rhythmic breaths of slumber, which lifted her chest and outlined her ripe breasts against her night rail. He smiled. Within moments those breasts would be bare and pressed to his chest, that sweetly parted mouth would be panting and crying out his name as he made love to her like he'd wanted to do for years.
It was time for her to see him as well, to remember and feel the powerful attraction between them, an attraction so overwhelming that time, distance, and unfamiliarity had not affected it. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Jack brushed the back of his hand across her cheek. She nuzzled into the caress, but slept on. His smile widened. Using the sheer power of his will, he called to her, Caroline, come back to me. Dressed simply in sweater, breeches and boots, his casual attire bred a familiarity far removed from the glittering ballrooms and Society events from which she knew him and dreamed of him.
His hair was slightly longer than she normally pictured it, the dark ebony strands falling across his proud forehead and curling at his nape. But some things were constant. The sharp silver of his irises glowed with sexual intent and his full, firm lips were curved in the wicked smile that made her heart race.
She took a deep breath, resigned to her torment. He was so achingly gorgeous she had no defenses against him, and the tenderness of his gaze shattered what was left of her heart. Pushing her curls away from her face, she asked mournfully, "Why must you torture me? Why can't you allow me even one night of restful slumber? I think of you ceaselessly during my waking hours, why must my sleep suffer as well?
Her skin was tight and hot, her breasts heavy and tender. She licked her lips, desperate for a taste of him, and watched his eyes flare with desire at the movement.
Jack rubbed the line of his jaw thoughtfully before answering. Why must we discuss it again? I've told you before. I will hurt you terribly and I couldn't bear to do that. It hurts that you run from me. She was reminded of how vital it was that she resist her desires, but she longed for him to understand. I love you enough to do what is best, despite how it pains me. Every night she confessed her love to him. Never had he responded in such a fashion.
She slipped out the opposite side of the bed, putting the large piece of furniture between them. He cursed as he watched her reaction. Jack rounded the bed.
I'm certainly not going to leave. But she slept hard, like the dead. Even now she struggled into full wakefulness. Never mind. Don't explain. Leave it on the nightstand and go. Just like that night in the Moreland garden, every nerve ending in her body reacted instantly to Jack's kiss. Heat scorched through her veins and melted her resistance.
He urged her closer, and then closer still, until her breasts were crushed against his powerful chest and his cock burned through their clothing to heat the skin of her stomach. His hands, work roughened and callused, came up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing across her cheeks and prodding her mouth to open.
Caroline complied helplessly and he groaned, his head tilting to the side to deepen the contact. Jack's taste was intoxicating, rich and heady, and his scent She wanted to drown in it. Virile and masculine, it was uniquely his and it called to her. Everything about him called to her. Her mouth moved feverishly beneath his, her tongue sliding past his lips, drawing the taste of him deep inside her. Clutching fistfuls of his sweater just to remain standing, Caroline lost all ability to move or think, her animal springing to the fore with a surge of triumph.
And then, just as quickly as he'd grabbed her, Jack released her. When he pulled it away it was bloody. She had pierced him with her fangs. Caroline stumbled backwards, horrified. I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it Panicked, she began to cry. I'll hurt you if you stay. She sank to the floor, tears flowing down her face. A grin that revealed a sparkling pair of fangs. She began to tremble all over.
Is that why you've been running from me? He'd begun to wonder if he were mad, chasing a woman who didn't want him across three continents. Now he was grateful he'd continued the pursuit. Her motivation had been love, just as his had been. Wrapping a slender arm around his waist, Caroline pressed a kiss to his jaw, the sweetness of the gesture making him cherish her all the more. Her scent, that warm combination of vanilla and exotic spice, intoxicated him. The press of her body All of it was beyond what he remembered.
He'd had centuries' worth of women. None had burned him with their touch as Caroline did. Her mouth, moist and hot, traveled across his throat, her tongue laving at his skin, tasting him and warning him of what was to come.
Jack hissed as her fangs sunk into his neck, piercing with practiced skill and flooding his entire being with a sexual pleasure so intense he almost spilled his seed. He gripped her hips and ground his cock against her, the desire that overwhelmed him almost bringing him to his knees. He'd never been bitten before. As a pureblood he had been born the way he was, not turned. It was a novel and completely rapturous sensation to give to her in this way, the soft suction of her mouth spurring his ardor until his cock ached with the need to be inside her.
Bending his head, Jack nuzzled the neckline of her night rail away and with a growl of possession bit into her. Instantly a connection snapped into place between them. It was the kind of affinity he'd heard of before, most notably from his parents, but after centuries of existence Jack had thought he would never find such a love for himself. Yet by some miracle he had. Caroline belonged to him now and he belonged to her. The thought filled him with such joy he could hardly contain it.
Caroline purred with contentment as she drank from him and Jack understood completely. Her blood was pure and sweet like a thick wine of excellent vintage. His entire body turned hard and aroused as the strength of her essence poured down his throat, filling him with her heat just as he longed to fill her with his. He'd waited so long and spent so much of the last two years searching for her that holding her now simply wasn't enough.
When her nails scratched his back through his sweater and her body writhed against his, he sent out his Calling, probing deep into her mind until he saw her Hunger. It held her in its grip, urging her to feed and claim him, to become one with him, devour him.
And through the need he witnessed her fear that she would hurt him and he felt the love she held for him. A love that had grown unbidden, but was precious to her nevertheless.
It was precious to him as well. Caroline was confused by the depth of her need for him. She didn't understand it, mistaking the need to join with the need to consume.
He tried to calm her, tried to explain, but the heat of her desire was such that he couldn't get through. Jack tore at the placket of his trousers, freeing his erection.
Tugging up her night rail, he gripped her bare waist and lifted her. With a few strides he pinned her to the wall, his cock seeking her heat. She clutched him tightly to her, moaning against his throat, giving him the permission he hadn't asked for, but had needed anyway. Clenching his buttocks, he thrust into her, deep and hard.
Her pleasured cry vibrated against his neck. His answering groan tore straight from his loins, the burning tight grip of her body nearly more than he could bear.
Releasing her throat, Jack cursed, his entire body shaking with the need to finish this, to ravish her, to fill her with his seed. Her flesh was silk under his hands, her scent permeated the air around him, seeping into his very pores, branding him as surely as he would be branding her. The need to go slowly, to pleasure her, was foremost in his mind. He had an eternity to fuck her in whatever manner he desired. This time would be for her. He gasped as her cunt tightened around him.
Slipping out of her damp, clinging depths, Jack thrust forward again, gritting his teeth as the need to come nearly overwhelmed him. Heat wrapped around his spine, swelling his cock and drenching his skin with sweat. Pleasure inundated him in waves, each crest more powerful than the last.
Her desire flooded his mind, making his own that much more difficult to contain. Caroline whimpered and released his throat. His large hands cradled the delicate curve her spine, drawing her closer, hugging her to him.
He was afraid to move, afraid to hurt her with the force of his passion. Caroline's fingers entwined in Jack's silky hair and then tugged as her body shivered around the throbbing shaft that stretched her deliciously. He was huge, wondrously huge, filling her completely and she wanted more than just this fullness.
She wanted movement, friction--a hard, deep fucking that would end this biting craving she'd felt for years. Finding the hard point of her pleasure, he rubbed softly, massaging the cream-drenched skin that was taut with the effort to accommodate him. Spurred by his words, Caroline dug her nails in his shoulders and held on as rapture, sharp and searing, shattered her, shivering through her in rippling spasms.
With a harsh groan of relief, Jack released his desire. She wrapped her legs around his hips, using the curve of his buttocks as leverage, rising and falling with his thrusts, taking as much of his cock as she could. He was killing her with pleasure, taking her as if he couldn't get deep enough, couldn't stroke her fast enough. She sobbed, struggling against him. His thrusting grew more frenzied, his cock thickening magnificently until she was certain she was losing her mind.
Crying out his name, she came again, her body gripping him rhythmically until he followed her with a haunting moan, flooding her with his seed.
Panting, shuddering, he buried his face in the curve of her shoulder as he emptied himself inside her. When he finished, he pressed a reverent kiss to her skin.
Unlike the indolent aristocrats she associated with, Jack was strong and fit, a hunter forever in his prime. Caroline sighed at the sight of him. And why? You just recently returned to America. Just as I went to Italy and France and a dozen other locations. Unable to help it, she reached out and caressed the flexing muscles of his back. As her fingers brushed across the top of his shoulder, he turned his head and kissed her fingertips. He tossed her a careless smile over his shoulder.
I've been chasing you for years, my lovely Caroline. I acquired the key through nefarious means because I knew of no other way to reach you, and I don't regret it. From this night on, we'll weather the years together. Now that she knew the depth of Jack's affection it would be even more difficult to leave. The smell of him, the taste of him, the skin she'd felt beneath her hands would haunt her forever.
Tonight was all she had. Selfishly she clung to it, determined to enjoy what little happiness fate would allow her before the dawn rose and forced her to go. Caroline smiled down at him, her fingertips drifting across his chest and swirling around the flat points of his nipples. Riotous, disheveled curls surrounded her face, which he saw as clearly in the darkness as if the room were lit with a hundred candles.
She moved on him, lifting with her lithe thighs and then sinking to claim his cock again. His fangs descended as the Hunger took over. Jack dropped his head back on the pillow and allowed Caroline to have her way with him. Through heavy-lidded eyes he watched her fucking him, watched the lust and love that drifted across her porcelain features, watched the pleasure she took in his body, and reveled in the fact he could give it to her.
There was so much he had to teach her about their kind, so much he could sense she didn't yet know, but they had an eternity for such sharing. At the moment he considered nothing but this joining. His hands dropped to her thighs, his thumb brushing across the mark that adorned her hip. How he loved her! Loved how she hungered for him, hungered enough that the hours he'd just spent pleasuring her senseless had not been enough to sate her.
Jack imagined all the endless mornings ahead of them, his body hardening further at the thought of waking again to this delight. Caroline whimpered at his added girth and rode his cock faster, her firm, high breasts bouncing with her motions. His orgasm followed hers, draining him until he sank into the mattress, exhausted.
Caroline sprawled across his chest, her sweat slicked skin bonding with his. I expect you to remind my in just this way for the rest of eternity. He closed his eyes and searched for her, but the echoing reply he'd basked in all night was gone. He sat up and the sheets rustled behind him.
Turning, he spotted the missive on her pillow I cannot ask you to wait for me, however I pray that you do. There is something I must resolve, but I cannot say how long it will take me. Once I am free, I will come for you. Yours forever, my love, C The warm languor in Jack's veins turned to icy fear as he read.
And then the fear buckled under the weight of his grim resignation. Caroline had run again. An eternity without Jack was a prospect so devastatingly bleak she could scarcely think through the pain of it. It couldn't be borne. She wouldn't allow it. Somehow she would find a way to have him. There had been no opportunity to pack, not with Jack sleeping just a few feet away from her wardrobe. She'd have to acquire new clothes when she arrived in France. It was there she decided she would begin her search.
She spun about and stared at the apparition that dominated the slender doorway. Jack stood there, his breathtakingly handsome face so harshly set she took a step backward in fear. His silver gaze burned into her and never left her face as he ordered the young sailor to leave them. Entering the tiny cabin, Jack kicked the door closed and thumbed the lock.
I am weary of chasing you, Caroline, but I won't stop. Not ever. I will hunt you down, I will run you to ground. There is no place where you can hide from me. She said something about time and love--" "Love will find a way against time itself. One of the many things I planned to share with you. She said love might take time, but it would find me. He would find me. One day he will come for me, Jack. But I intend to find him first.
I will tell him of my love for you, how I cannot imagine my life without you. I will never belong to another man. She said he would know me by it. He will believe me, Jack, and I will make certain he understands that there can never be anything between us. Instead his ire appeared to grow before her eyes. What of the love you professed to me, Caroline? Where is the faith that my love for you would see you through any challenge you faced?
Her eyes lifted to his. Did you think there was any part of you that escaped my notice? With an eternity ahead of us, I saw no need for haste. Her hand gestured between them. It was that potential that drove me these last two years, nothing else.
In the end the decision is yours to make. Whether or not I am the man you want is a conclusion you must draw for yourself. Nothing binds you to me. The mark she gave you was simply to guard you from those of our kind who prey upon the unprotected.
That crest shows that you were chosen by an ancient family, that you are important to someone and would be missed. I've been miserable without you.
Leaving you was many things, but easy is not one of them. I thought it was the only way. How could I come to you fettered by the chains of another? You'll never be rid of me. Please, you must believe that.
If I didn't love you it wouldn't have mattered. For a brief affair, I wouldn't have bothered. But to have you forever I had to be free. In that bed behind you. He growled and she felt a tremulous excitement grow within her. Jack's expression of pure possessiveness made her heart race. When he tore open the placket of his breeches and his cock sprang free, hard and long and impressively thick, she flooded with moisture and licked her fangs.
He spread her legs wide and began to slip inside her, taking his time, making her feel every inch. Lacing his fingers with hers, he pinned her arms above her head. With a gasp, she arched upward. Holding both of her hands with one of his, he reached for her knee and anchored it to his hip, opening her further so he could drive his cock deeper. He fucked with such skill, such breathtaking expertise, and she loved him so much she cried with it.
The loneliness she'd felt for so many years was gone, replaced by Jack's strong, steadfast presence in her heart and mind. The connection was deep, one that awed and amazed her. Closing her eyes, she touched him back, and felt his love surround her in tender embrace. You feel so good She felt his cock jerk inside her as he came, hot pulsing bursts of semen that pushed her over the edge until she shivered beneath him in another, more powerful release.
She laughed at the feel of linen beneath her cheek, a not so subtle reminder that they were both still fully clothed. Tell me this isn't one of my dreams. I've only just begun.
A wife and mother of two, she is a former Russian linguist for the U. Army Military Intelligence. Sylvia also writes under the pseudonyms S. Day and Livia Dare. Discover other titles by Sylvia Day at Smashwords. Somewhere between deep blue and purple, they were fringed with thick black lashes that were shamefully wasted on a man.
One black brow arched. And I attempted to leave messages. I have yet to receive a response. The wig itched, too, but she refused to embarrass herself further by scratching. She licked suddenly dry lips as she took in his height and the breadth of his shoulders.
He was even more devastating up close than he had been across crowded ballrooms. Black hair and tanned skin displayed his extraordinary eyes to perfection.
A strong jaw and generous mouth bespoke of his sensual nature, which was lauded far and wide by well-pleasured ladies of his acquaintance. Those garments do not disguise the fact that you are all woman. Almost immediately. But then, it had only taken her five minutes to make a mess of the whole affair. His voice softened. He was so close she could feel the heat emanating from his body.