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    Valholl (Vampin Book Series #11)
    Valholl (Vampin Book Series #11)
    Valholl (Vampin Book Series #11)
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    Valholl (Vampin Book Series #11)

    By Jamie Ott

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    Determined to find out why Lucenzo's been sending Starr disturbing visions all summer, she flies to Boston to track down his brother. He is the only one who knows where Lucenzo is being punished for his crimes.

    Unfortunately, his brother won't talk because of old grudges. When a close friend of his offers to help Starr, she accidentally crosses him, making an enemy of one of the oldest, most vicious Irish vampires: the Scamalls.

    Jamie Ott is the author of Adventures of Jacko the Conjurer.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJamie Ott
    Release dateMay 31, 2012
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      Valholl (Vampin Book Series #11) - Jamie Ott

      Valhöll

      Vampin Book Series #11

      By Jamie Ott

      Copyright 2012 Jamie Ott. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced without permission.

      For more information: ladysonoma@americamail.com

      ISBN: 978-0671564053

      Boston in Repair

      Chapter 1

      The sky over Boston was foggy, making it hard to see the house from the air. Normally, she would’ve never risked exposure, but she didn’t have time to waste.

      She levitated just under a particularly dense cloud until she spotted the property.

      Gently, she descended through the salty air and landed on the moist grass.

      Using just her mind, she looked in and saw several people in the living room taking aperitifs.

      She deeply inhaled; there was a familiar scent in the air.

      Michael was there, too!

      That was all she needed to know. If worse came to be, she knew he’d always take her side.

      She breathed hard and readied herself to fight them all, if necessary. But, then, the door opened, and Mick appeared.

      Starr, we’ll have none of that! You’re welcome, but don’t think you’ll be able to flex your powers, here.

      When she said nothing, he beckoned her in.

      Inside was the same as usual: cool, dark and crammed with many paintings, sculptures, photographs and other priceless antiques.

      She walked past the threshold and stopped dead in her tracks, at the sight of the people in the living room.

      Starr, said an old familiar, not to mention annoying, voice.

      But before she could confirm what she was hearing, a pair of alabaster textured hands grabbed her, roughly, and drew her into a blinding embrace.

      Just the strength of his kisses would have broken a normal person’s jaw.

      When he released her, she resisted the urge to wipe the slime from her face. Fernand, who was Lucenzo’s brother – and a Primordial, was a kind person, even if he was exuberant to the point of irritating.

      His long hair was as red as Lucenzo’s, but, unlike his brother, he had a softer angel-like face.

      Come, he said as he grabbed her hand and led her into the living room. Let me guess: a wine spritzer, again?

      But Starr was still too stunned to answer.

      From outside, she saw that there were people in the house, but she didn’t pay attention to who they were, exactly. If she had, she would have never come.

      Now, Starr, you remember Madam Balaji, head of the Order of Black, she inclined her head. Bulgari, he lifted his chin in acknowledgement as he took a long drag from his cigarette. Nico and Kris, they both rose their glasses to her.

      And this is Keagan Scamall.

      Starr remained silent as Fernand went to fix her drink.

      Last time they were all together, they didn’t part on great terms. While Starr stayed in Madam Balaji’s and Bulgari’s Castel de Negru, in Romania, she discovered they liked to practice barbaric rituals and games. When Starr walked in on a human labyrinthine chase, she left her kindly hosts without a word.

      And Nico and Kris: The last time Starr saw them was when Credenza killed their long-time friend, Levi, after she, herself, tried to kill him.

      Everyone was much the same as Starr remembered them, though. Madam Balaji with her waist-length blonde ringlets, and in a white dress as usual; Kris was still chain smoking; Nico with his latte complexion, and Kris the albino, glowing ghostly white under the firelight, with his eyes a vibrant shade of purple.

      The only person Starr didn’t recognize was Keagan. He was a pale, stocky, dark haired man with a touch of crow’s feet, and patches of long grey hair.

      He died much older than most vampires.

      Actually, he said. We met many months ago. You were with the Council Fleet. You crashed my St. Patrick’s Day Feast.

      Starr hated mind readers, very much.

      Keagan must have noticed her discomfort, for he stood up and insisted that she come sit next to him.

      Starr was hesitant, given what she’d learned about the Scamall clan.

      "Just because we are

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