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A Taste of Dawn
Aubrey Ross
Crimson Carousel, Book Four
While a stand-alone,
A Taste of Dawn
is best enjoyed when read in series order.
Mercedes Sevarus, the illegitimate daughter of an autocratic vampire and an alien,
has been an outcast her entire life. Her only attempt at evading the rules designed to
“protect” her ended disastrously. Now she lives her life as a veritable prisoner, music
her only retreat. Desperate enough to barter her creativity for a few hours of tenderness,
she reaches out to Eric King.
When Eric, the acclaimed songwriter for the rock band Pyrite, gets writer’s block,
someone emails him the first verse of a song. The message is simple. “If you want the
rest, you must spend one night in my bed.” The song is brilliant, achingly poetic, and so
similar in style to Eric’s own work he knows no one will suspect he didn’t write it. But
is he really willing to sleep with a stranger for the song?
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A Taste of Dawn
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A Taste of Dawn Copyright © 2010 Aubrey Ross
Edited by Mary Moran
Cover art by Dar Albert
Electronic book publication March 2010
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A T
ASTE OF
D
AWN
Aubrey Ross
A Taste of Dawn
Prologue
Italy, 1859
Huddled in the corner of the dank, stone room with her knees drawn up to her
chest, Mercedes Sevarus shivered and contemplated death. A lantern occupied the
opposite corner, its wavering light growing dim. The old woman hadn’t come for
several nights. Perhaps she’d never come again. The possibility offered less comfort
than Mercedes expected. If the hag never deactivated the psychic barriers surrounding
the room, then Mercedes would starve. A slow, extremely painful way to end her
pointless existence, but at least it would be over.
If Mercedes smashed the lantern, however, she might be able to catch her
threadbare gown on fire, transforming this hated cell into a tomb. But she didn’t know
if fire had the power to kill her, and she had to succeed this time. It couldn’t go on. She
had to find some relief from this endless misery.
She was an “abomination”, a creature too hideous for words. She’d been locked
away since her father’s death, ignored and neglected. A painful reminder of…
Mercedes didn’t understand why the old woman kept her alive when it was obvious
the hag despised her.
Driven by loneliness and desolation, Mercedes slipped beyond her confinement the
only way she could. She floated on currents of metaphysical energy, searching for a
host, a willing mind with which to meld. Most were too busy, too set in their ways to
hear her whispered plea. She touched mind after mind. Nothing. No one reacted. No
one cared. Scanning and reaching, she tested the limits of her control.
Then a scene came into focus, or more specifically a man. He sat at a box piano
surrounded by sheets of half-finished music. Mercedes’ heart leapt within her breast.
She loved music. Her papa had spent hours teaching her to play the lute, piano and
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