{"id":6487,"date":"2015-11-06T08:00:04","date_gmt":"2015-11-06T14:00:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/?p=6487"},"modified":"2015-11-08T16:57:09","modified_gmt":"2015-11-08T22:57:09","slug":"midnight-marked-chapter-one","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/?p=6487","title":{"rendered":"Last Day of Fall Fling and the First Chapter of Midnight Marked!"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Fall<\/p>\n

As promised, it’s Day Five of Fall Fling, and time to share the first chapter of MIDNIGHT MARKED<\/a>, the eleventh <\/del>\u00a0twelfth (and next-to-last) Chicagoland Vampires novel.<\/p>\n

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\"Midnight_Marked\"I stood at the corner of Clark and Addison in jeans and a Cubs T-shirt, my long hair pulled into a ponytail through a vintage Cubs cap.<\/p>\n

At a quick glance, I probably didn\u2019t look much different from the thousands of humans around me. But I was a vampire, and I\u2019d caught the devil\u2019s eye. So there was a House medal around my neck, a Master vampire beside me, and a dagger tucked into one of my boots.<\/p>\n

I stared up at the building, excited as a kid at her first baseball game. The famous red marquee glowed over the hologram of Harry Caray smiling behind thick black glasses that was projected onto the sidewalk.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d been a vampire for three hundred and eighty-four days. This was going to be one of the best of those, because I was home.<\/p>\n

For the first time since becoming a vampire, I was at Wrigley Field.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you need to take a moment, Sentinel?\u201d<\/p>\n

I ignored the teasing tone of the man who stood beside me, the four-hundred-year-old Master vampire who ruled Chicago\u2019s Cadogan House and the parts of my heart that weren\u2019t devoted to great books and good pizza.<\/p>\n

I turned to give him a pithy look, expecting to see sarcasm on his face. But there was something softer in those deep-set green eyes. Love tinged with amusement. His hair, thick and gold like summer silk, was tied at the nape of his neck, showing off knife\u2019s-edge cheekbones and a square chin. And although he wasn\u2019t much of a baseball fan, and even though we lived on Chicago\u2019s South Side, he wore a vintage Cubbies shirt that fit his lean body like a very fortunate glove. Ethan Sullivan didn\u2019t wear casual clothes very often, but he wore them as well as he did his bespoke, thousand-dollar suits.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am taking a moment,\u201d I said with a grin. \u201cQuit distracting me.\u201d<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Click here to continue reading Chapter One.<\/a><\/p>\n

And don’t forget to enter today’s contest, to win a Cadogan House medal of your very own (!!),\u00a0a complete\u00a0set of\u00a0Chicagoland Vampires novels thus far (1-10), and plenty of swag.<\/p>\n

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