Cloaked in Mist

A woman bound to a promise A man starving for freedom A choice hangs in the balance

Nikki Reisler is on a mission to recover the Norse artifact belonging to her family. She'll do anything to get her hands on the cloak, including manipulating the surly vampire who kidnaps her. But she doesn't count on her emotions getting in the wayand loving the man you're trying to con never turns out well.

Lyal harbors an undeniable hunger for the woman he caught a glimpse of in Greenland. She's beautiful, intriguing, excitingand he can't wait to dump the conniving female on someone else. No way does he want to spend eternity with a partner who houses the power of the god he hatesor worse yet, fall in love with her.

But when Nikki's future and honor are threatened, Lyal gears up for the fight of his life...against the mistakes of the past. He refuses to allow them to claim the most important treasure he's ever foundNikki.

Cloaked in Mist Copyright © 2017 by Nancy Corrigan All Rights Are Reserved.

Chapter One

Silence made the best background music for a robbery. Nikki pressed her ear to the basement door and listened to the blessed quiet. A minute passed, then another without any indication of life.

If the information she'd gotten held true, the museum guards wouldn't make another round of the lower level until thirty minutes before their relief crew arrived.

The two middle-aged men who worked the graveyard shift took advantage of the lack of eyes watching them. In their twenty-year career, the biggest threat they'd had to deal with was blocked sewer lines. Why waste time walking the nine floors of the museum when they could sleep?

Or at least that was the rumor being spread. The eerily quiet building supported the claim.

Nikki grinned. Housekeepers were the most overlooked security leaks in any organization. The fifty bucks she'd dished out to the underpaid cleaning crew had been a bargain, especially if the book the museum had recently acquired was the one she'd been searching for.

She opened the basement door just wide enough to squeeze through. Getting caught on camera would ruin her plans.

It'd be so much easier if she could simply stroll through any building at any time and take whatever she'd been instructed to lift without worrying about being seen. Once she succeeded tonight, she'd be one step closer to making the wish a reality. If her theft had the added benefit of helping secure her country, then it was worth the effort and risk to her career.

Slowly, she closed the door behind her. The soft click of the latch catching froze her hand for the briefest of seconds. She might've been trained by the best in the business and had broken into hundreds of high-security places, but she wasn't infallible. The littlest thing, such as the noise of a door closing, could give away her presence.

She scanned the open area. A wide set of stairs to the museum's main floor took up most of the left wall. Next to the stairs, a few boxes and posters for a previous engagement were stacked. Otherwise, the space was bare. Not surprising, really. Museum goers weren't allowed in restricted areas.

She turned her attention to the oversized doors directly across from her. According to the maps she'd studied, they led to workrooms for display preps. Beyond those, another door led to the curators' corridor. Tucked away in those offices, there were sure to be some gorgeous artifacts that would bring in top price if sold on the black market.

Twelve years ago, when she'd been living on the streets, she would've stuffed her pockets with as much as she could carry. Not tonight. She only cared about one piece of treasure, and if her guess was right, the seemingly insignificant book would still be in the shipping box it came in. It had only arrived today, and the museum wor

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