Murder in Mississippi brings ex-convict Dallas Allgate and ex-cop Tia Martell together in an alliance against forces from the past. Tia's survival hinges on trusting the man with the double image, but which side of him is real, the enigmatic lover, or the Vampar of Natchez, who knows death even better than she does?
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Dalys Aldgate has been a survivor for 235 years. Life as an Australian convict had sharpened his survival skills, but the bush also bestowed on him the ultimate gift of survival--a journey to the Other Side. His soul left behind, Dalys became a mirror for those still human--a polished surface upon which the living can project their fantasies, never seeing the monster on the mirror's other side. In present day Mississippi, "Dallas" lives a reclusive life as owner of a haunted inn while trying to forget his even more haunting past.
Ex-cop Tia Martell is now a freelance photographer trying to adjust to life "after the Job" and put the years of violence and death behind her. While on assignment to shoot antebellum mansions in Natchez, murder brings her face-to-face with Dallas Allgate, the coldest, yet most fascinating man Tia has ever met. Before Tia can unravel the mystery of the man with the hypnotic eyes, a master vampire named St. James seeks out Dallas for revenge. St. James only wants Dallas' true death until he sees Tia. Now he wants her, too.
Tia's in danger from St. James, but she's in even more peril from Dallas--the man who knows death even better than she does...the man with the double image.
"Come in, Miss Martell."
Desire flared in him as her fragrance flooded his senses. Life itself had its own scent, but the chemistry of each individual seasoned it uniquely. This one was sweet and strong, the clean tang of her blood spoiled only slightly by the trace of artificial perfume. he could almost taste her heated skin on his tongue, honeyed and unspoiled. He inhaled her flavor, and it ran along his skin like the sweet sweat of arousal, insistent and undeniable. One sleeve of her flowing silk blouse brushed his arm, and her heat freed her scent even more. Every breath filled him with the reminder of the covenant he had made with Death two hundred years ago. All the gentility and civilized living he could cocoon himself in couldn't change the primal need that animated him. That need raged inside him now more strongly than it had for a long, long time. It was the blood, but it was more than that...