Vampire twins - one wants to love you, the other wants your blood. A Werewolf - vows to protect you. Magic - stirs within you.
Imagine if Maggie Steifvater, Stephanie Meyer, and Laurell K. Hamilton sat down together to write a fast paced, steamy, paranormal romance full of thrilling twists and turns, featuring thirsty vampires and sexy werewolves.
That's Night Secrets, a suspenseful paranormal romance written by B.K. Walker, author of Dares And Dreams and Death Upon Me.
After Keira Crosby spends months mourning her parents' death, Jared, her best friend, is determined to get her out and moving on with her life. Night Secrets, a new club in town, has a grand opening bringing with it dark secrets of the night and magic within Keira she never knew she had.
For Corbin, Keira ignites his passion. For Dante', she ignites his thirst. It's up to Channing and his pack to keep her alive from the supernatural beings he hates most...Vampires. As the secrets of the night and Keira's heritage unfolds, her world is turned inside out. Who will be the last one standing?
Night Secrets is a fast-paced, page turning paranormal romance with the perfect supernatural mix that you can't stop reading and will leave you aching for more.
"Life Changing News"
My life was about to change...forever! I got up just like any other day and after hitting the snooze button several times, I forced myself out of bed and slowly walked to the bathroom, my eyes stil half closed. I hated getting up for school and couldn't wait until it was over.
I was graduating this year. I never thought senior year would come, but it finally did. Now that it arrived, it seemed to be dragging on and on. I turned the water on hot, so it would get nice and steamy to help awaken my senses. Taking my pajamas off, I pulled the shower curtain closed around me. Ahhhhhh. Now this is just what the day was asking for.
Pondering in the shower until the water ran cold, I definitely felt awake now. I wrapped my hair in a towel and went to my room to find something to wear.
Rummaging through my jeans, it hit me that today was the day. "Mom and Dad are coming home today!" I practically jumped with enthusiasm.
My parents had been gone for a month on a business trip. I was left home to prepare for graduation and study for exams. They would often go on business trips and leave me with Jamison. He was our butler and also my favorite out of everyone that worked for us, he's been with us for a long time.
You kind of get used to it after years of being left, but it was always nice to have my parents home. Don't get me wrong though. I don't resent them or anything, because if they didn't do what they do, we wouldn't have the nice things we have. My Jeep in particular. I loved my Jeep.
I can remember the day we went shopping for it right after I passed my drivers test. Pulling into the car sales lot, it was the first thing to catch my eye. Shiny silver with dark tinted windows. "That's what I want Dad. Right there."
We pulled up next to it and I jumped out of Dad's car before he even had it completely stopped, ecstatic at my find. We were looking her over when a salesman came up with the keys. "Want to take it for a test drive?"
"Are you kidding me? I'd love to!" I snatched the keys from his hand and we all piled into the Jeep Cherokee, and I was even more in love. Black leather heated seats, a moon roof, fully loaded. This Jeep would be mine.
My alarm buzzing again brought me from my reverie. I had forgotten to shut it off after my snooze button fiasco this morning. Deciding on a pair of jeans, a 'Shot In The Dark 357' baby tee, a black oversized zip up hoody with a 'Baby Phat' kitty in the upper left chest. I pulled on my black combat boots, steel toed, and went to dry my hair.
I pulled the towel off my head, letting my long red waves fall to my back the cool wetness sending a shiver through me. Standing in front of the mirror I threw some make-up on, brushed my teeth, then dried and straightened my hair. After a few spins in a circle viewing my attire, I headed to my Jeep.
Jamison met me at the bottom of the stairs, holding my keys. "I thought you were going to be late Miss Keara."
"Jamison, I'm always right on time. You should know that by now." I grabbed my keys from his grasp.
"Of course Miss Keara."
Looking up into his dark chocolate brown eyes and smiling at him, "Please stop calling me Miss Keara. You are like a second father to me." I stood on my tip toes to kiss his cheek. "See you after school Jamison."
Watching him standing there with his hand over the place on his cheek I kissed, I smiled hitting the button on my key chain to unlock the Jeep doors.
"Miss Keara. Don't forget your parents wil be coming home today. I'm planning a nice dinner." I waved in acknowledgement.
I slid behind the drivers seat, pulling my sunglasses over my eyes. Starting the engine, I turned on the radio, blasting Lil' Wayne, and waved goodbye. Looking into my rear view mirror, I saw him waving back. Jamison was tall and lean, with thin, graying hair. I shook my head, my heart warming knowing he would never change. He would always treat me like a boss and call me Miss Keara. Man that irritated me.
I pulled into school to find my favorite parking spot.
Without really too much concern for my day I slammed on my brakes noticing a red convertible sitting in my stall.
"Who the hell is this? People know this is my spot!" I couldn't believe it. Someone had nerve. Everyone knew this was my parking spot. It has been all year!
After throwing a fit and saying a few choice words under my breath, I moved along in search of an empty space. Finding one I pulled in, taking a deep breath to calm myself before heading in. This was not going to ruin my day. I would let this pass for now.
Flinging my bag over my shoulder, swiping a stray strand of hair behind my ear, I headed to Biology class.
Walking through the door I immediately sensed someone new as my eyes instantly diverted to "him". Wow. Now that was some fine art. I couldn't help but look at him.
Blonde wavy hair called out to be touched, and lapus blue eyes held my gaze. Who was he? Could this be the owner of that red convertible in my spot? If it was, I was definitely going to let it slide.
After several minutes of staring, I finally took my seat, forcing myself not to look back at him. Dr. Sprague started class by asking a series of questions. I was just about to raise my hand to answer, when there was a knock at the door. Dr. Sprague answered it and when he turned back, his face looked solemn. "Keara, you're wanted in the office."
I looked at him surprised and stood up. "Um. You might want to take your things with you," he said.
Confused, I loaded my books in my bag, tossed it over my shoulder and headed to the office. What the heck did I do now? I didn't even throw a fit about my parking. The halls were empty, with only the echoes from teachers talking behind closed doors and the squeaking of my heels on the freshly waxed floors.
Arriving to the office, I stood in front of the doors for a second, looking in through the glass that separated the
'dungeon' from the hallway. Dean Henderson's door was cracked open, giving me full view of the police officer.
"What now?" I opened the door and walked through.
Ms. Stein sat at her desk, the white bun wound tightly atop her head the only thing to be seen as she stared at nothing. Raising her head to see who walked in her eyes widened ever so slightly before she regained her composure. "Go on in Keara. They are waiting for you."
She kept her voice neutral, but I could sense something wasn't right.
I walked over to the door and knocked. Dean Henderson greeted me. "Come on in Keara." He put his arm around my shoulders, leading me to the chairs that sat across from his desk. The first policeman sat in one chair, the one I could see from the hall, and another policeman stood by the window. "You might want to sit down here Keara." Dean Henderson motioned toward the chair.
"Did I do something wrong?" The tension in the room was extremely noticeable. Something definitely wasn't right. I had a feeling I was about to find out what was going on.
"Oh no. You did nothing wrong at all. These officers here would like to talk to you." Dean Henderson took his seat behind his large mahogany desk. He was a short, chubby man, balding with only hair above his ears, making a horseshoe around his head. His pale blue eyes watched me from behind thick lenses.
I looked at him for a moment then to the officer sitting beside me. "Keara Crosby?" The officer next to me asked without hesitation.
"Yes. That's me."
The other officer by the window came closer to the desk as the officer next to me stood up. "I'm Detective Santonio. This is my partner, Officer Whitman. I'm afraid we have some bad news." Detective Santonio was dark skinned, with teal green eyes and jet black hair. He was muscular you could see, from the outline of his shirt.
Officer Whitman was smaller framed, less muscular with brown hair and brown eyes, they both bore military cuts.
"What bad news?" I wasn't really alarmed. It could be anything.
"Are your parents names Patrick C. Crosby and Shannon Crosby?" They waited for me to answer.
"Yes. That's them." I said, now puzzled.
"We're sorry to be the ones to inform you Keara, but the airplane your parents were on has been reported to have crashed in the ocean. It departed from Kennedy Airport, and was called in as a Mayday at 1100 hours. It went down over the Atlantic. We're sorry...there are no known survivors."