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    Fate Calls Holiday with a Vampire: The Calling is Reborn Vampire Novels, #7
    Fate Calls Holiday with a Vampire: The Calling is Reborn Vampire Novels, #7
    Fate Calls Holiday with a Vampire: The Calling is Reborn Vampire Novels, #7
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    Fate Calls Holiday with a Vampire: The Calling is Reborn Vampire Novels, #7

    By Caridad Piñeiro

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    When Connie Morales volunteers to help raise money by manning a collection kettle, the last thing she expects is to be whisked away by devastatingly handsome vampire Hadrian who is upset with her bell-ringing and Christmas cheer.

     

    Vampire Hadrian has known nothing but pain during the holidays and cannot imagine that any good can come out of them or the annoying Santa who has interrupted his rest.  But as Christmas approaches, Hadrian finds it impossible to ignore the hope and joy that Connie has brought into his lifeless existence.

     

    Connie is shocked to find out that her captor is less than human, but little by little the cracks appear in his hard exterior to reveal a man capable of great love and honor.

     

    Can Connie's holiday with a vampire become something more or will Fate bring yet more pain and loss to Hadrian's undead life?

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    PublisherCaridad Pineiro
    Release dateDec 2, 2020
    ISBN9781393693680
    Fate Calls Holiday with a Vampire: The Calling is Reborn Vampire Novels, #7
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    Caridad Piñeiro

    Caridad Pineiro is a transplanted Long Island girl who has fallen in love with the Jersey Shore. When Caridad isn’t taking long strolls along the boardwalk, she’s also a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author with over a million romance novels sold worldwide. She is a founding member of the Liberty States Fiction Writers and has presented workshops at various writing organizations throughout the country. You can connect with Caridad at www.caridad.com.

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      Fate Calls Holiday with a Vampire - Caridad Piñeiro

      FATE CALLS

      Holiday with a Vampire

      from

      NY Times and USA Today Bestseller

      Caridad Pineiro

      When Connie Morales volunteers to help raise money by manning a collection kettle, the last thing she expects is to be whisked away by devastatingly handsome vampire Hadrian who is upset with her bell-ringing and Christmas cheer.

      Vampire Hadrian has known nothing but pain during the holidays and cannot imagine that any good can come out of them or the annoying Santa who has interrupted his rest.  But as Christmas approaches, Hadrian finds it impossible to ignore the hope and joy that Connie has brought into his lifeless existence.

      Connie is shocked to find out that her captor is less than human, but little by little the cracks appear in his hard exterior to reveal a man capable of great love and honor.

      Can Connie’s holiday with a vampire become something more or will Fate bring yet more pain and loss to Hadrian’s undead life?

      Table of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Copyright Notice

      About the Author

      Other Books by Caridad

      Chapter One

      Death and destruction were the only Christmas gifts that Fate had ever brought Hadrian Aurelius.

      Now Fate had delivered him yet one more Christmas calamity—a group of bell-ringing do-gooders who had set up camp across the way from his brownstone, disturbing his daytime slumber and a good chunk of his nights.

      The clang-clang-clang of the bell would begin midmorning, slipping into his brain as he rested after a long night of prowling the Manhattan streets. Low and sporadic, he could drive the noise out of his head for most of the day, until dusk came and with it, the ringing rose, insistent. Demanding. Followed too often by a cheery greeting laced with enough sweetness to curdle the meal his keeper brought him at rising.

      For weeks Hadrian had told himself he could outlast them. After all, he was a vampire elder and had survived nearly two thousand years of even greater challenges.

      But there was just something about that damned bell.

      Hadrian jerked off the bedcovers, strode to the window and glanced at the Santa suit-wearing tormentor standing in front of the public library. There was little to discover about the Santa as he stood next to a collection kettle, arm merrily shifting up and down, calling to the passersby to leave a small donation for the homeless.

      The soft rasp of knuckles came at his bedroom door—his keeper, George, bringing a snack to help drive away the lethargy of his daytime respite.

      Come in, Hadrian called out, but as George wheeled in the cart bearing the gold chalice filled with warmed blood, Hadrian waved him off.

      Thank you, George, but you may take it away.

      He smiled as he peered down at the Santa again. I think I may be dining out tonight.

      THE ITCHY POLYESTER beard chafed her skin. The rough fabric of the suit, a cloth of indeterminate nature, rubbed at a variety of spots, creating discomfort at assorted locations. She wouldn’t think about the rank smell that she hadn’t been able to get rid of despite careful laundering.

      Connie Morales fidgeted—again—with the costume that swam on her petite body, defying the one size fits all claims of the manufacturer. With a shrug, she shifted the lopsided shoulders of the suit in an attempt to make it sit better. She ignored the lingering odor and rang her bell, forcing a merry tone to her voice as she called out to the smartly dressed businesswoman walking toward her.

      Connie flashed her best smile, uncertain it would be visible beneath the cumbersome beard. Satisfaction came as the lady returned the smile and dropped some change into the collection kettle.

      Thank you for helping the homeless, Connie chimed with false cheer, her words in tune with the rise and fall of her arm and the crisp bright tones of the bell ringing in the chill of the winter air.

      Each clang of the coins into the collection kettle brought Connie satisfaction. The silent slip of a bill into the pot was even more rewarding. Each donation meant more for the downtown shelter her upscale, midtown law firm had adopted this holiday season.

      As an up-and-coming associate, her decision to participate in the head partner’s pet Christmas project had a number of motivations. Self-interest being the primary one, since the time spent at the shelter and a nice sum in the collection pot would earn her major brownie points with the head man.

      Points that might push her toward the partnership she had been working hard to achieve for the last four years. But she had to acknowledge that mixed in with that self-interest was something else that had been awakened within her, forcing her to consider that what she was doing was important to a lot of people who had far less than she did.

      The holiday spirit maybe? Connie put renewed fervor into her smile and the swing of her arm.

      Her current situation reignited memories of her own Christmases past. The simple gifts beneath the tree, made special by the love with which they were given. Dinners around a table laden with food and blessed with an assortment of her siblings, their children, and her parents.

      It had been too long since she had allowed that spirit into her holiday season.

      Just one more day and her Christmas vacation would begin. She would do her best to enjoy this holiday season. In the morning she would start her shopping and prepare herself for a visit to her family.

      Merry Christmas to you as well, she said with a nod and a broad smile at one man who slipped a five-dollar bill into her pot. As she tracked the passage of the alms giver, she noted a well-dressed man step out of the brownstone across the way.

      It would have been impossible not to notice him.

      Tall. Lean. A fine-boned face that might have been handsome if there had been any hint of life there.

      But there was none.

      The chiseled lines of his features were harsh. Unyielding. Fashionably tousled, shoulder-length, dark brown hair framed that austere face. His lips were drawn into a thin slash. She imagined that if he might smile... Only he didn’t.

      Instead he shot her a glare that sent a shiver down her spine. He trained dark, almost soulless, eyes on her.

      He was the kind of man you didn’t want to piss off. His gaze drifted to the bell in her hand, and it occurred to her that he was angry.  At her. She had somehow run afoul of him.

      Such scrutiny or disdain didn’t bother her, however.

      She was a lawyer, after all.

      Pasting a determined smile on her face, she raised her hand higher and brought the bell down forcefully.

      It rang with a resounding peal in the winter night, letting the handsome stranger know that he would not dissuade her from her mission.

      HADRIAN FISTED HIS hands at his sides, resisting the urge to throttle the obstinate Santa who defiantly rang the bell as if Hadrian hadn’t just shot him a death glare.

      With the power his long vampire age provided him, it wouldn’t be difficult to take care of the Santa. In fact, he could do it from here and no one would be the wiser.

      But as the Santa imbued his ringing with a more fervent sweep of his arm, Hadrian realized that satisfaction required a more personal approach.

      Later, he thought, ripping his gaze from the slight frame of the Santa. It was the first night of Saturnalia and he intended to spend it the way he had when he had been a young man.

      When he had been alive.

      A night of merriment and other carnal pleasures would be just the thing to drive away the annoyance created by the bell-ringing Santa. Maybe, if he enjoyed himself sufficiently during his revelry, he’d forego ripping out the throat of his red-suited tormentor.

      And if he didn’t?

      A midnight snack always helped put him in a better mood.

      Chapter Two

      Hadrian sipped at his glass of wine, eyeing the nubile young women parading through the Puck Building, courtesy of his old friend Maximillian.

      As one of the city’s hottest fashion designers, Maximillian always had the choicest young men and women—along with some of the most

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