The Curator's Vampire (Dusk & Dawn 6)
Author: Alexa Piper
Cover Art: Bryan Keller
Genres: Action Adventure, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal Women's Fiction, Romance, Scribd Subscription Service, Suspense, Urban Fantasy
Themes: Elves, Dragons & Magical Creatures, Magic, Sorcery, and Witchcraft, Murder Mystery, Vampires
Series: Dusk & Dawn (#6)
Book Length: Novel
Page Count: 159
After returning from France, Robyn wants nothing more than to snuggle in the arms of her vampire husband and lover, Maxim. When Maxim, New Amsterdam’s vampire hunter, is called to work, Robyn finds a mummy has been added to the art collection she manages. While Maxim follows his case, Robyn decides to dive headfirst into yet another mummy mystery.
Maxim has been working on a case that might involve a dark conspiracy, but more than anything, the case forces him to confront scars from the past. He can no longer hide how damaged he is from the woman he loves. He may have hidden the truth from her for too long already, and Maxim fears that Robyn will find him unworthy of her love and desire.
In the aftermath of Maxim’s tumultuous case and the emotions it’s forced him to confront, the mummy turns out to be more murderous than anyone expected. It’s not a mummy’s curse that’s been triggered, but the beginnings of a conspiracy Maxim fears he and those he loves may not easily be rid of.
Praise for The Curator's Vampire (Dusk & Dawn 6)
"This is the 3rd book I've read written by Alexa Piper; I can’t wait to read more of her books."
-- 4 Stars from Jeanne Richardson, Amazon Review
"Maxim and Robyn have returned to deal with another mystery. Mummies and betrayal work their way into things again. Let’s see how these things work themselves out."
-- 5 Stars from Ken Thompson, Amazon Review
"...her writing style is like that of the old romantic comedy movies that used to star Cary Grant. The hero is undeniably sexy, but he's also urbane and suave. He's smooth as silk, and he adores his chosen female to distraction. The stories are fun to read because of the easy relationship between the characters, and how much they enjoy each other. That makes me enjoy reading about them."
-- 4 Stars from Fiona, The TBR Pile
The Curator's Vampire (Dusk & Dawn 6)
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Niccolo and Sibylla sat in the lounge area of the Paris airport. Sibylla kept tugging her hair back behind her ears -- when she wasn’t stirring her cappuccino or rearranging the packets of sweetener in their holder on the table.
“Stop fussing,” Niccolo told his sister in flawless French. “It makes you look suspicious.”
Sibylla jerked her hand back from the sweetener packets and stopped her hands from going to her hair again by folding them in front of her as if in prayer. She took a deep breath, but Niccolo could tell it wasn’t doing much to calm her. He understood that all too well.
“Do you see her yet?” Sibylla asked. She wanted to look over her shoulder. Niccolo could tell.
Niccolo let his gaze drift to the terminal beyond, the stores advertising high-end brands or selling overpriced gifts to travelers who forgot to pick something up for a loved one in Paris. Tourists and business travelers alike brought color and voices from halfway around the world to the scene, but Niccolo couldn’t see the woman they were here for. “Not yet,” Niccolo told his sister.
Sibylla nodded. “I’m scared, Nico.” She’d been skeptical about coming here, and she still was.
“I know. I am too, but we have to do this.” He said the words to her, but also to himself. Certainty was always fleeting and had been so all their lives.
Sibylla nodded. Her knuckles turned white as she forced her hands to remain still.
Niccolo looked over Sibylla’s shoulder again. His eyes fell on the woman from his visions. She was running and awkwardly dragging a bag behind her, which she then dropped in order to hug a dark-haired, olive-skinned man who hugged her back eagerly. They almost seemed like family, and if it weren’t for their obviously different features, Niccolo would have thought this man her brother. And he wasn’t alone. Niccolo knew who his companion was.
“Don’t turn. That’s her, and her husband’s assistant,” he told Sibylla.
Sibylla bit her lip. “The vampire hunter’s assistant?”
Niccolo nodded. It hadn’t been easy to find out things about Maxim Vallois and his new wife, Robyn Somerton, but thanks to his visions, Niccolo had known what to look for, and the Internet had delivered at least some insights.
“Merde,” Sibylla said. “Do we still talk to her before the flight?”
The woman had now moved on to hug the taller of the two men, the one with the sandy-blond hair Niccolo had recognized as Vallois’s assistant. The man with the darker hair whom Somerton had greeted like a brother had picked up her bag, and his wide smile distracted from the wet sheen of presumably happy tears in his eyes. They didn’t seem like they were going on a different flight or going their separate ways, flying off to different countries.
Niccolo shook his head. “I think it’s better if we wait. In my vision, it was just us and her, so we’ll have to find another time. We should head to the gate, but don’t stare.”
Sibylla snorted. “That’s just his assistant, but I really don’t want his attention. And I may be nervous, but I’m not stupid.”
Niccolo shrugged. “I never said that. But that other guy seems very protective. Almost like close family.”
“Eyes down. Got it,” Sibylla said, her tone bitter enough to hide the desperation.
Before she got up, Niccolo reached out to take his sister’s hand in his. “New Amsterdam will be good for us. You have to trust me, Siby.”
She looked at him with her dark brown eyes that mirrored his own. “I trust you, Nico. That doesn’t mean I can’t be scared at the same time.”
Nico knew how that felt. Every other vision he had these days scared him. Following them got increasingly harder as a result.
“Right,” he said. “We can do this.”
“We can do this,” she agreed. Then, she tugged her hair back behind her ear and flinched when she noticed. “I hope they have plenty of booze on that plane. It’s a twelve-goddamn-hour flight.”
And they’d have to ignore the hunter’s bride for every minute of those twelve hours. Niccolo sighed. “Maybe we should get a drink before we head to the gate and board.”
“A drink would be so much better than coffee right about now,” Sibylla agreed. She pushed her cappuccino away. The frothy top had already considerably deflated, leaving just a half-full cup of brownish liquid with the odd bubble showing.
They went to buy overpriced liquor to calm their over-stressed nerves. It only helped so much, but it was better than trying not to stare at Robyn Somerton while they waited to board.