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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Acknowledgements

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Teaser chapter

  NOVELS BY CHRISTINA DODD

  PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF THE CHOSEN ONES

  Chains of Fire

  “The best of the series so far . . . unique—and edge-of-seat thrilling.”

  —Romance Reviews Today

  “The urgency of the plot ratchets up the emotional drama, giving the story an exhilarating edge.”

  —Romantic Times (4½ stars)

  Chains of Ice

  “High-stakes action and high-adrenaline adventure provide the literary fuel for the latest addictive addition to Dodd’s scorchingly sensual the Chosen Ones series.”

  —Chicago Tribune

  Storm of Shadows

  “Christina Dodd has a knack for tense, heart-pounding action with a dash of quirky humor.”

  —Errant Dreams Reviews

  “A well-rounded cast, an exciting story line, and a romance that’s as sweet as it is steamy. This book offers something for everyone who enjoys paranormal romance and is a must read for fans of the series.”

  —Darque Reviews

  “A riveting new series. . . . The action and romance are hot! I have no idea what is next in this series, but . . . the suspense is killing me.”

  —The Romance Readers Connection

  “Fabulous urban romantic fantasy . . . a stupendous thriller.”

  —Midwest Book Review

  Storm of Visions

  “The taut, suspenseful plot, intriguing characters, and a smooth, natural style show that Dodd has earned her place on the best-seller list.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “Ms. Dodd plunges readers into a fast-paced tale with intriguing paranormal elements and treats them to a deliciously steamy romance that’s sure to grab the reader’s attention . . . suspenseful, packed with danger-filled action, and never slows as the story unfolds.”

  —Darque Reviews

  “Definitely hooked me . . . quirky, unusual, fun, tense, surprising, sexy, and wild!”

  —Errant Dreams Reviews

  FURTHER PRAISE FOR CHRISTINA DODD’S NOVELS

  In Bed with the Duke

  “In bestselling Dodd’s triumphant return to historical romance, she offers all of the elements her fans crave: deliciously clever writing, sexy romance, and a swashbuckling plot worthy of The Prisoner of Zenda.”

  —Booklist (starred review)

  Into the Flame

  “Alluring and intriguing.”

  —Fresh Fiction

  “Sizzling sensuality and dark emotions. A book by Dodd is always worth reading, but here’s hoping she ventures into the paranormal again.”

  —Romantic Times

  “[A]n explosive page-turner.”

  —Eye on Romance

  “Once again Christina Dodd weaves her spell . . . real and sexy . . . full of suspense and adventure.”

  —Fallen Angel Reviews

  “[A] stunning tale of love, of sin and redemption, of exciting adventure.”

  —Romance Reviews Today

  Into the Shadow

  “Ms. Dodd has once again created an amazing novel.”

  —Eye on Romance

  “Another stellar book from a most talented author!”

  —Romantic Times

  “I was literally sitting on the edge of my seat . . . a gorgeous book.”

  —Errant Dreams Reviews

  “Sexy and . . . darkly appealing.”

  —Rendezvous

  Thigh High

  “Offbeat characters and undeniable charm . . . a joy to experience!”

  —Romantic Times (4½ stars, top pick)

  “[C]harming and likable characters . . . an enjoyable read.”

  —Fresh Fiction

  “Christina Dodd is a master. . . . Thigh High is a winner I highly recommend.”

  —Romance Reviews Today

  “A MASTER ROMANTIC STORYTELLER.”

  —Kristin Hannah

  Touch of Darkness

  “A sweeping saga of good and evil . . . this latest promises to be one of her best to date.”

  —Library Journal

  “Enthralling, intense.”

  —The State (Columbia, SC)

  “Christina Dodd demonstrates why she is such a popular writer, in any genre. . . . Readers will be riveted until the final page.”

  —A Romance Review

  Scent of Darkness

  “The first in a devilishly clever, scintillatingly sexy new paranormal series by Christina Dodd.”

  —Chicago Tribune

  “[A] satisfying series kickoff . . . [a] fast-paced, well-written paranormal with a full, engaging mythology and a handful of memorable characters.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “Multigenre genius Dodd dives headfirst into the paranormal realm with . . . a scintillating and superb novel!”

  —Romantic Times (4½ stars, top pick)

  . . . AND HER OTHER NOVELS

  “Dodd delivers a high-octane, blow-out finale . . . . This romantic suspense novel is a delicious concoction that readers will be hard-pressed not to consume in one gulp.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “Warm characterizations and [a] caperlike plot make Dodd’s hot contemporary romance a delight, and the cliff-hanger ending will leave readers eager for the sequel.”

  —Booklist

  “Dodd adds humor, sizzling sensuality, and a cast of truly delightful secondary characters to produce a story that will not disappoint.”

  —Library Journal

  “Sexy and witty, daring and delightful.”

  —Teresa Medeiros, New York Times bestselling author of

  After Midnight

  NOVELS BY CHRISTINA DODD

  Danger in a Red Dress

  Thigh High

  Tongue in Chic

  Trouble in High Heels

  In Bed with the Duke

  Taken by the Prince

  THE DARKNESS CHOSEN SERIES

  Scent of Darkness

  Touch of Darkness

  Into the Shadow

  Into the Flame

  THE CHOSEN ONES SERIES

  Storm of Visions

  Storm of Shadows

  Chains of Ice

  Chains of Fire

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  Thank you to the family and staff at Seghesio Family Vineyards for their kindness and patience as I asked questions and stuck my nose into the operations at the winery and vineyards, for guiding me through tastings and most of all for teaching me that “fruit forward with a spicy finish” is not as risqué as it sounds.

  A special thank-you to Rachel Ann Seghesio for graciously sharing your stories and histories, and giving me a sense of the family and community that I tried to infuse into the Scarlet Deception series.

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Leslie Gelbman, Kara Welsh, and Kerry Donovan, my appreciation for your constant support. More appreciation to NAL’s art department led by Anthony Ramondo. To Rick Pascocello, head of marketing, and the publicity department with my special people, Craig Burke and Jodi Rosoff, thank you. My thanks to the production department and, of course, a special thank-you to the spectacular Penguin sales department: Norman Lidofsky, Don Redpath, Sharon Gamboa, Don Rieck, and Trish Weyenberg. You are the best!

  Prologue

  With the precision of a surgeon, he sank the screw into the aged cork, curling it around and around; his experience had taught him to go so far and no farther. Then, working meticulously, he eased the cork out of the plain green glass bottle.

  Like so many things in life, these matters took planning and attention to detail; anything worth having was worth waiting for.

  This was worth waiting for.

  Although in this case, he had waited almost too long. . . . He was robust, yes, but not a young man. Still, at last, victory was in his grasp. And the victory, he now knew, would be so much more than he’d ever anticipated.

  The wet end of the cork was dyed almost black and when he sniffed it, his nose wrinkled in dismay. This bottle on which he’d spent so much time and money was probably like all the rest he had collected throughout the years—so far past its prime as to be undrinkable. Yet tenderly he poured a few sips into the bottom of the stemmed glass and raised it to the light.

  He had hoped to see a rich plum color; instead it was a faded, muddy red.

  He swirled the wine in the glass, lifted it to his nose, and sniffed.

  Not good. Not good at all. There should be fruit and spice. Instead there was cork taint and vinegar.

  Still he persisted, filling his glass, sipping the wine, and rolling it across his tongue.

  He shuddered at the taste; his eyes filled with disappointed tears.

  Yes, people feared him. Yes, people tiptoed around him. Yes, rumors of treachery swirled around him. But really, he had the heart of an artist, and this . . . this setback almost broke that heart.

  Another bottle, so rare as to be legendary, and it was spoiled by age and neglect. With great care, he poured the wine down the drain, watching as the liquid stained the white porcelain a reddish brown.

  The phone rang, his second line . . . his secret line. He looked at the caller ID with distaste, but answered it anyway.

  “Hey! Listen. There’s news I thought you should hear.” Ah, that voice. Brash, confident, a little too loud, like a cheap wine in a handsome bottle.

  Lowering his voice to a whisper, he said, “Tell me.”

  “Flores got shot dead.”

  “Interesting.” His voice rasped.

  “He’s out of the picture.”

  “Interesting,” he repeated.

  “That’s what happens when you go out of town for your talent.”

  “Interesting,” he said again, but what he meant was, Insolent.

  “You want me to take over now?”

  He played with the cork, crumbling it between his fingers, watching as the old wine and tannins stained his fingers purple and black. And he thought.

  He’d never seen his caller. No need. He knew the type, and he knew the details on this specific tool: ambitious, cruel, easily led with money and flattery. Perfect, if not for the prison time—but that was served in a foreign country under an alias, and, should it become necessary, was easily expunged.

  At the silence, the tool’s confidence slipped. “I can do it. I promise. I don’t have to move into place. I’m right here on top of the action. You might as well take advantage of that. C’mon. C’mon. Give me a chance.”

  There was so much at stake here. His family’s honor, stained as his fingers. And, of course, the promise of wealth that put his current fortune to shame.

  He made his decision, and whispered, “Same terms.”

  “Yes! Good! I like the terms.”

  “Punishment for failure.”

  For the first time the tool paused. “Punishment? What kind of punishment?”

  “Punishment,” he whispered again.

  “Okay. Okay, sure. I’ll do it. No need to worry about punishment. I can do it. When do you want me to start?”

  “Now.” He drew the word out, caressing each sound with his husky whisper.

  Then he hung up.

  He got out a clean glass, pulled out another bottle of wine, and tried again.

  Chapter 1

  Bella Valley, California

  As Sarah Di Luca drove along the winding road out of town and back to the home ranch, she heard the whisper of new leaves struggling to be born from the grapevines. The wind that blew through her op
en window smelled like fresh-turned earth and sunshine on newly mown grass, and the cool air slid around her neck like a luxurious fur. The rows of vivid green vegetation made her smile; another year, another spring, another day. At her age, all of that carried a weight and a joy nothing else could ever replace.

  She pulled up to the house, the hundred-ten-year-old homestead that stood on a rise at the far end of Bella Valley, and climbed out of her Ford Mustang convertible. She’d bought the car new in 1967. The official color was “playboy pink”; her grandsons called it “titty pink.” She laughed, figured boys would be boys, and drove more slowly every year. Reflexes, you know.

  Old age was not for sissies.

  She and her sisters-in-law said that every time they spoke on the phone. If only it weren’t so true.

  She put her purse over one arm, fished her grocery bags out of the passenger seat, and looked up the stairs at the wide, white-painted front porch. The treads were narrow and steep, not up to the current building codes, but when the house was built, there were no codes, only tough immigrants carving out places in the heat of California’s central valleys. This house, with its tall ceilings, narrow windows, ornate trim, and root cellar, had been the epitome of the stylish farmhouse.