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  Kiss of the Beast

  A Classic Paranormal Romance

  by

  Mallory Rush

  writing as

  Olivia Rupprecht

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  A Note from

  Mallory Rush

  Dear Reader,

  It's hard to imagine a world without the technology we take for granted today. And yet, it wasn't so long ago that the only telephones outside a building were in phone booths, the Encyclopedia Britannica was the closest thing we had to Google, and books came in only one form: typeset on bound paper.

  I wrote my first published manuscript on what would now be considered a relic: A word processor that was a first anniversary love gift from my husband Scott. Prior to that I pounded away on an IBM Selectric. My sister, Rachel Wallace, a book loving librarian, worked extra hours to help me buy that electric typewriter so I wouldn't have to continue chasing my dreams on the old manual I'd picked up at a garage sale—a terrific find for a young single mother juggling work, babies, and burning the midnight oil via a nursery lamp that came minus the shade (same garage sale).

  The books I wrote during that time reflect the era in which they were written. And yet, as technology advances at warp speed, love remains as relevant as it ever was, or will ever be.

  So, too, the stories that celebrate this most transcendent aspect of our lives.

  Wishing you the kind of love you read about—

  Mallory/Olivia

  Visit the author at www.malloryrush.com

  The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.

  ~Albert Einstein

  Chapter 1

  "She's perfect for our purposes, Urich."

  "There's no doubt of that in my mind, Raven," he asserted in fluid English, delicately flavored with the accent of their native tongue. "It won't be long before our nation is powerful again."

  His gaze sharpened on the woman they spied upon from the room filled with an array of equipment James Bond would die for. James Bond. To die for. Such odd vernacular these people used, but he'd mastered their English slang, devoted intense study to their customs. How better to disguise his true origins, than... how did they say it? Oh yes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Or San Francisco, to be exact.

  Watching her race toward the nondescript, high security building, Urich knew his skills would be challenged by the target of them.

  Eva Campbell was that target. Tawny hair tumbling from a bun, she reached to shove back the pins and lost her hold on the bulging folder she carried.

  Wind scattered the pages and she ran this way and that, the gusting air lifting her full skirt and exposing a generous length of pale thigh. A low vibration rose from Urich's throat, neck tendons taut as he strained closer to the surveillance screen for a better view.

  "You're attracted," his fellow conspirator noted, heavy lines creasing a time-weary brow.

  "Of course," he readily acknowledged. "But Raven, so are you." Urich knew Raven would save his breath from denying what was blatantly true. So it went when one could see into places of the mind where others couldn't go. Telepathy, some called it. Urich called it a gift wrapped in a curse, an ability he both damned and revered—just as he did those other "talents" which made him uniquely suited for this mission.

  It was, by far, the most important, ambitious mission he'd ever undertaken. The future of their nation was riding on this. So was his reputation.

  Perceiving his superior's concern over the attraction that could not, would not, interfere with his judgment, Urich clipped out, "Never doubt my devotion to duty. Lest you forget, I am my father's son."

  "I never forget that," Raven hastened to assure him, while his mental sigh of relief brought a thin smile to Urich's lips. "You should be leaving. Access is secured for your entry and exit of her research room. Once there, it's up to you to convince her that you are who and what she believes you to be. Should suspicions be raised..."

  "That would be most unfortunate," Urich supplied. "But don't worry. I'll make sure she's convinced."

  "Good. It's much better for us—and Dr. Campbell—if she comes willingly instead of by less desirable means."

  Urich gave a curt nod and prepared to assume the role he was to enact. He would not fail. His skills would assist him considerably, but it was his extensive knowledge of the woman herself which would aid him the most.

  Eva Campbell was a visionary scientist, a remarkable woman who saw as others did not. They had that in common, and much else. Fellow survivors from different worlds, they were prisoners of purpose, exiled by that which drove them.

  It was his purpose to win her trust, coerce her with the powers he possessed. Eager for the challenge, and the victory he could already taste, Urich slipped into the wings of the stage she labored to set for herself and the man of her dreams.

  Her dreams, he knew of those too.

  * * *

  "Okay, Eva, the chamber's ready. We're ready. We've been ready for the last hour. Come on, will you?"

  "Let me check the master computer and the hologram bank one more time," she said anxiously. "And while I do that, double check to make sure the camera's on and working."

  "It's working, it's working already," Ethan assured her with an exasperated sigh.

  He intercepted her scathing glance and pushed up the tortoise shell glasses sliding down his nose. Eva was tempted to tweak it, just to remind him who was boss. The Boy Wonder was a genius for sure, but at twenty-four, a decade her junior, he had some growing up to do when it came to real life. Only it wasn't going to happen by spending all his time work, work, working with her.

  Five years and she still thought of Ethan as a cute kid in a lab coat. A Doogie Houser brain and a Rick Moranis baby face—hey, if anyone could shrink the kids, Ethan was the physics expert most likely—he preferred working nights and week-ends with her over dating some nice California girl.

  No real surprise either. His skater-cut hair and attempts to appear hip only seemed to emphasize the obvious:

  Ethan was basically a nerd. With braces.

  "Yes?" she said testily when he tapped her shoulder. The one she'd been trying to ignore he was looking over as she fiddled and fussed with the exacting comma
nds that only a compulsive perfectionist would still be messing with.

  "C'mon, Eva, enough."

  "It's enough when I say it's enough," she growled.

  "Chill out, would you? Pop a pill, zone out on Zen, whatever. Just quit acting so nervous."

  "Of course I'm nervous! And so are our funders. They want some results, as of last year, and if this program screws up..." Eva shuddered. Years of painstaking research and experimentation were at stake. Her life's work was a fantastical pipe dream to the backers who had sanctioned the project but were now cutting back on what they considered frivolous expenditures.

  "Relax," Ethan said as she scanned the illuminated commands which would transform her vision into the semblance of substance. "The government's just as greedy as private enterprise. Once we work out the kinks, there's a world of people who'll want to get their hands on what we've got. We can get funding elsewhere, Eva. Don't sweat it."

  "You know I don't want government funding," she snapped, her nerves on edge and Ethan hitting the most sensitive one. "Not from ours or any of the others that have approached us. They'll want too much control before, during and after we succeed. Our discovery could be abused, Ethan. Once absolute virtual reality becomes a reality, it'll be mind candy—and those who get addicted could easily be controlled by whoever is doling out the sweets."

  "Careful. You're sounding like one of our detractors."

  They had plenty of those and Eva was all too aware that some of their fears were warranted. Altered reality wasn't anything new—like being glued to the tube or getting lost in a good book or a video game—but these were harmless escapes.

  There came a point where escapism wasn't so harmless:

  Hooked on fantasy. Forget work, forget family, just check into Big Brother's holodeck and check out of your worries, your life. Go where no man has gone before, name your head trip and we'll name the price.

  "They do have some legitimate concerns," she pointed out. "And that's why it's up to us to make sure what can be a positive contribution to humanity isn't turned into a very dangerous power tool."

  "Has it occurred to you," he said in a hushed whisper, "that we're not immune to some danger ourselves? Especially you. You're the real pioneer and what's in your head is light years beyond what anyone else exploring cyberspace has come up with. You'd be safer with some protection, Eva."

  "I'll take my chances. Besides, my safety should be ensured since I'm no good to anyone if I'm hurt or worse. No need to worry—I'm not." Yet, a part of her was a little uneasy. She'd had the strangest sense of being followed lately. No, not exactly followed, but... observed?

  It was like an itch she couldn't quite scratch. Just her imagination, she told herself again, the fantasy part of her work overlapping into her sorry excuse for a personal life.

  That sorry excuse for a personal life had induced her to indulge herself with what she hoped to offer others who had lost a loved one or needed an imaginary companion because they had none. Lonely days, lonely nights, who needed them?

  More than her share spent already, Eva blew a kiss to the program for luck. Her fantasy man was in it—a computerized persona with an unlimited vocabulary to select from, he was designed to respond to her in a distinctly male way.

  Lord, how she needed that. Badly enough to seek what she needed from a walking-talking puppet she'd ordered up from the hologram bank. Tall, dark and handsome, great smile. She couldn't touch him without destroying the illusion, but at least he wouldn't be capable of deceit or betrayal which was more than she could say for ex-husband, John the Bastard.

  Satisfied that everything was as double checked out as it could get, Eva took a deep breath and said, "I'm ready. Keep your fingers crossed, Ethan. This is it."

  "I'll keep everything crossed but my legs." He chuckled at her longsuffering glace. "Sorry, just trying to lighten you up. I know we've had a string of failures, but try to remember if this test doesn't click, sooner or later one will." He patted her shoulder at the chamber's entry and she instinctively tensed.

  Eva punched a sequence of numbers on a panel beside the chamber door. It slid open and she stepped inside. Whoosh. Sealed within the world of her making, she was separated from everyone and everything in the outside world. The only evidence of its existence was the narrow observatory window and the camera overhead, almost hidden by a reaching palm tree.

  She touched the vivid image of a spiky bark trunk. Her hand passed through—as it would anything she attempted to touch in the chamber. An optical illusion, all of it. Until she could master the conversion of matter, the holographic settings and animated personas that peopled the holodeck would be little more than smoke and mirrors commanded by a magician with a computerized wand.

  Magician that she was, she had done a neat hat trick within this 3-D environment. No headgear or gloves suffused with electronic wires to dilute the fantasy. Except for touch, she had managed a total immersion of the senses.

  A balmy breeze blew in from concealed air jets. The sound of birds and trickling water softly cascaded in the background. She willed herself to forget it was an environmental soundtrack rather than nature's overture in the rain forest stage she had selected over assorted others.

  Inhaling the delicate fragrance of exotic scents carried on the breeze, her senses gave credence to the surroundings. In the thousand square foot chamber she was cocooned by a rolling carpet of thick grass, hibiscus, green leaves and large exotic flowers all around.

  It was as tranquil and untamed as she longed to be. Surrounded by her fantasy, its lush tropicality induced her to take off her shoes and pretend she could actually feel the springy texture of grass beneath her feet.

  Her eyes insisted it was true and she further slipped into the dreamscape, hid herself behind the illuminated cover of foliage. On a whim, she took off her hose, tossed them away in clear view of the camera.

  Eva was a little stunned at her own show of naughty behavior—which was something of a fantasy for her too. Trick of lighting though it was, the environment was serving its purpose. Her hold on reality loosening, she could make the mental leap needed to believe in her fantasy man's existence.

  If he showed up on cue. Oh please, please don't overload and shut down on me this time. I'll be happy with a word and a wave—I don't even care if nobody sees you but me. Just be!

  Pulse racing madly, she called out, "Companion!"

  An eternity of seconds passed and she frantically told herself she'd spoken too softly, that her voice signal to the intricate interconnection of computer and hologram bank hadn't been picked up. Or maybe the distance of projection was more limited than her calculations had indicated it would be.

  Then again, maybe the damn thing wasn't working.

  Eva ducked beneath a low-hanging tree limb, dewdrops glistening on the still leaves. She was about to repeat the command with a bellowing force when she felt another force sweep around her.

  A subtle shift in the air raised the fine hair on her nape. Gooseflesh prickled her arms and chased down her spine as a wisp of some formidable presence invaded her senses. Impossible. No one was here except her and an imagination conjuring this sense of being sized up by an incisive gaze.

  Closing her eyes, she breathed deep, inhaled what had to be an imaginary but nonetheless intoxicating scent—clean but earthy, it was purely animal and overwhelmingly male.

  "Eva."

  Her eyes abruptly opened and for the life of her all she could do was stare. Tall as an Amazon, dark as coffee laced with cream. As for handsome, the computer had some kind of take on its definition.

  Somehow she managed to say, "Hi." Well, that should certainly impress him, she thought with an inner wince. But then she reminded herself that he was a 3-D illusion and she was the one in control around here. Or should be. Odd, but she felt as if her brain was sliding, slipping from awareness to the fringes of vague. Weird. Disorienting.

  Suddenly, she swayed. Just as quickly, she was steady on her feet. No hands were on
her but she had the strangest sensation of being held, her arms lightly stroked.

  Very strange. And strangely wonderful.

  "Hi," she said again and mentally slapped her forehead.

  His lips, full and unsparingly sensual, formed a smile that was closer to mesmerizing than great. "Hello, Eva. Have you a wish, some pleasure? That is the reason I'm here."

  His voice. Never had she heard anything like it, an undulating sound like fine gravel sifted through raw silk. Her own voice sounded unnaturally high and tremulous, echoing the pitch of her senses.

  "Sorry if I seem a little off balance, but... well, you're not exactly what I was expecting," she confessed, taking the overwhelming whole of him in.

  His eyes were almond shaped, tilted up. Brilliant green irises that shone like glass seemed to reflect some inner light. The ebony mane of his hair was brushed severely back, accentuating the exotic contour of his face. All angles and shadows, he radiated the mystery of the Orient, the ancient secrets of Egypt, the savagery of a stalking wild beast.

  As for his clothes... she really should have selected those. All black was fine but they fit indecently well. From his Tarzan chest to the skin-tight pants which left nothing to the imagination, Baryshnikov on steroids couldn't compete.

  He stood still, freeze-frame still, while she gawked. He seemed to take her in just as completely, but did so with a head-to-toe scan, his gaze roving with the speed of a computer assimilation rather than the leisurely perusal of a man.

  "Do you approve?" Man enough, he grinned, revealing wolverine-sharp incisors—and no lack of confidence in her answer.

  "You're, uh... fine." She took a little pleasure in the waver of his smile. Her own feminine ego was disgustingly shaky and she needed understanding, not cockiness, to get past what had crippled her confidence. What she needed was a compliment but pride kept her from telling him so. Still, she was needy enough to fish. "What about me? Okay by you?"