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Part of the Lily Bound series:
  • Souljacker

Souljacker by Yasmine Galenorn


Lily O'Connell, a succubus, has put her unique talents to work. She owns Lily Bound, an elite sex salon in the Blood Night District of Seattle. When a client turns up dead in her club, and she hears the news that the Souljacker--an old tattoo-artist friend-turned-vampire, who was institutionalized years before--has escaped to reclaim his "artwork," Lily knows she's next on his list. With one of his tattoos on her thigh and nowhere else to turn, Lily hires Archer Desmond, a chaos demon and PI, to track the vampire down before he tracks her. But she didn't expect to fall for Archer-and they say a succubus who falls in love will destroy the heart of the one she seeks to claim...


Chapter 1

I leaned against the side of the sliding glass door, staring out into the cold Seattle night as I waited for Jolene Whitehorse to arrive. A brisk wind was blowing off Puget Sound. Even though the doors and windows were closed, the chill still seeped in through the glass. Beneath the snow that drifted down to cover the world, the streets were busy with people hurrying home before it got too dark. Or hurrying to work before the midnight curfew set in. Everywhere, people were rushing to get under cover before the vampires came out to prowl.


I pushed back my hunger, but once again the gnawing force whispered in my ear, urging me to go out on the hunt. Glistening drops of perspiration clung to my forehead and I wiped them away with the back of my hand, then absently clutched my robe tighter. I should have gotten dressed. Or called Dani or Nate. I should have called Wynter to let her know what was going on. In fact, I could think of a million things I should have been doing but, at that moment, I felt as frozen as the icicles hanging off the eaves of the house.

The Wild Hunt was on the rampage, racing overhead under the new moon. The sound of their horns reverberated through the astral. They were terrifying and yet...they called to me, enticing me to join them. One thing was for sure. When the Fae decided to pull out the stops and ride, everybody felt the world tremor. Especially night demons like me.

Not that I was a true demon. No, I was fully Fae. Fae on the dark side, you might say. I was a denizen of the Winter Court, though I mostly answered to myself. The Hunt would always summon me, though. I was a succubus, and the chase was in my blood.

The satyrs echoed their war cries, howling it up in the Underground. They came out to party when the Hunt was on the move, and I could feel it like a pulse, rippling through the air. Their hunger acted like an aphrodisiac, and I caught my breath, quivering from the cries of the wild boys. I wanted nothing more than to join them, to get down and dirty with the boys of the hood. I hadn't fed in a couple of days, and the thought of a muscular satyr with plenty of chi made me salivate.

But then, like a dose of ice water, the memory of what was waiting in my salon washed over me, and my libido took a nosedive. Because upstairs, Tygur Jones was lying dead on my floor, sucked dry by a vampire who had managed to somehow get through my wards, and there was nothing I could do about it. With one last glance into the icy darkness, I abandoned my thoughts of the rave playing out in the streets of the Blood Night District, and turned, reluctantly deciding to face the dirge sounding through my own life.

* * *

Mr. Whiskers mewed at me as I glanced at the clock. I had called Jolene twenty minutes ago, but after I told her what had happened, the urgency fled from her voice.

"We'll be there as soon as we can, but since this was a vampire execution, it's lower priority. You know that. My partner and I have to corral some of the horny boys first. They're tearing it up downtown and scaring the tourists. Buzz me again if the vampire returns. Otherwise, we'll be there as soon as we can."

Vampire execution. Also known as VE, it was the new catchall phrase for any death due to the fangboy brigade. Jolene's answer didn't make me happy, but since the vampire had fled, there was nothing more I could do other than settle into a chair and try to relax.

"So, what should I do, Whisky?"

My nickname for Mr. Whiskers had stuck, but he only put up with it from me. Anybody else, he'd flick his tail at and ignore. And considering Mr. Whiskers's true nature, being ignored was probably safest. Though I couldn't prove it, I had the feeling the cat had retained some of his original nature.

He jumped up and I groaned as the twenty-pound Bengal sprawled across my lap. But as he stared into my eyes, I realized he was trying to tell me something. He seemed concerned, but I couldn't quite read what he was upset about. My ability to do so flickered in and out, depending on the day. He was probably upset about the vampire. Vampires and cats hated each other, because a cat could always recognize one.

"I'm sorry, Whisky, but I don't understand. I guess I'm just too tense to focus."

Fidgeting, I glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor, wondering if I should go check Tygur again. The thought that I might have been wrong preyed on my mind. What if I had missed his pulse? What if he was still alive, but up there, dying right now?

Suddenly panicking, I unceremoniously pushed Whisky off my lap and raced up the stairs. But as I softly approached the open door, I hesitated. I had dealt with death before-far more often than I wanted to admit, but this was different. For one thing, this was in my home. For another...well...vampires.

Gathering my courage, I swung into the room.

Tygur was sprawled on the floor, his face powder white, his throat-bloody. The tall, brawny-shouldered weretiger with tawny hair that barely cleared his shoulders was normally hot to trot, and not afraid of anything. But now, he lay pale and still.

Glancing around to make sure we were alone, I dropped to my hands and knees and inched forward until I was close enough to touch him.

Tygur looked so pale. I brushed my hand along his face, shuddering. He had the smoothest skin of any man I knew, but now the texture was that of cracked leather, typical of a vampire kill. The blood on his throat had already coagulated, and two gaping holes marred his neck, but the only sign of blood on the floor was where it had trickled down the side to drip on the carpet. My hopes evaporated. He was really dead.

"Oh, Tygur..." I let out a slow sigh.

I wished I could cry, or feel anything except the numb disbelief that welled up. But I was a succubus, and it was a matter of self-preservation to build strong walls. I did my best to avoid any emotional entanglements with anybody I slept with.

The truth was that I genuinely liked Tygur Jones. He was a great guy, and we'd had a lot of fun together. But the reality? He was my client. Or rather, had been, until tonight. A wealthy client. A decent guy. But a client, nonetheless. Even after several years of servicing him, I realized that I couldn't call him a friend, and that made me sad.

I started to close his eyes-I wanted to show some sign of respect-but then stopped. Jolene had instructed me not to touch the body any more than I already had. Not that it would make any difference. More often than not, vampire executions were slapped under the cold-case label as soon as they hit the computer.

Vampires were cunning and powerful, and they pulled all the strings in the Blood Night District. Breathers who chose to live in the area either listened to the old timers, or they learned the hard way. Buy the wards for your house and business. Travel in groups at night. Keep to the curfews. Stay away from the vampire clubs unless you have a free pass to get in.

As I stood, I noticed something that had previously escaped my attention. A strip of skin had been flayed from his chest. Grimacing, I bent down to take a closer look. Sure enough, someone had excised a neat rectangle of skin, exposing the raw, glistening muscle below.

"What the hell? Why would a vampire want skin?"

Something niggled at the back of my mind-a memory-but I couldn't quite recall it. After a moment, I gave up. It would come back if it was important. As I turned toward the door, it hit me that there was nothing I could do. Nothing I could say would bring Tygur back, and stalling wouldn't help. I exited the room, shutting the door quietly behind me.

Reviews:Publishers Weekly on Publishers Weekly wrote:

Galenorn (the Otherworld series) launches the Lily Bound paranormal romance series with a murder mystery that crackles and sizzles. In this parallel present, humans know about supernatural entities but don’t trust them or accept them in human society. Lily is a 600-year-old succubus, a member of the Fae Winter Court in Seattle. She satisfies her need to feed on chi energy by providing sexual services for money. She has a few close friends in the supernatural community but is rather solitary by nature. All of that changes when someone kills a client in Lily’s one-woman brothel and escapes without being seen. The dead man is a weretiger, and a leading figure in the were community. Suddenly Lily needs to defend herself against political repercussions. She’s also trying to keep her friends safe from a vampire predator known as the Souljacker. Help comes from an unlikely source: a chaos demon named Archer who manages to connect with a protected part of Lily’s soul. Ostensibly the story centers on the search for the killer, but it goes much deeper, laying the foundation for what promises to be an insightful exploration of Lily’s process of personal change while giving readers a peek at a political chess game. The characters leap to life, carrying readers along on a journey through a world much like this one but with a dangerous allure. Agent: Meredith Bernstein, Meredith Bernstein Literary Agency.

Jill Smith on RT Book Reviews wrote:

Galenorn fans can rejoice, for this prolific and very talented author is back and kicking off a brand-new UF series featuring Lily O’Connell, a Fae succubus whose life is about to get very complicated. As her multitude of fans can attest, Galenorn is excellent at creating both impressive alternate realities and complex, intriguing individuals. Lily’s struggle to keep her dangerous nature under control makes her relatable and sympathetic. A great start to an exciting new series!


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