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More details about us. Passwod Reset New account. Log in. Find A book. A Dark Hunter Christmas. This is the special Christmas story that features the gangster Gallagher and Simi when Gallagher is temporarily relocated to New Orleans to help battle Daimons. Written as a gift for DH fans, it originally appeared in the back of the first edition of Dance with the Devil.
It's found in its entirety in The Dark-Hunter Companion. And you can read the whole thing as an excerpt on this page. Advertising Download Read Online. Info about the book Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon. Series: Unknown. This is the Christmas story that features the gangster Gallagher and Simi when Gallagher is temporarily relocated to New Orleans to help battle Daimons.
To order a copy of the story in a book, please see the Dark Bites page. Yep, it's that time again! Ash's fave event of the years! Come out and join Sherri Read More. Our purpose is to gather Born to impoverished Irish immigrant parents at the turn of the century, James Cameron Patrick Gallagher entered this world with a chip on his shoulder. A father who was indifferent to the boy at best and violent at worst. From the first wail that had pulled oxygen into his starving lungs, Jamie spent his life fighting for respect.
Fighting his way out of the poverty that haunted him as he grew up in the Irish slums of New York. The year was and two important events happened to him.
His father died after he had slipped and fallen into the river on his way home from a three-day drinking binge. Two weeks later Jamie went to work for the renowned gangster Ally Malone so that he could support his mother and eight younger siblings. Society would never tolerate such a thing. Jamie might have taken no for an answer. Gallagher didn't.
It had cost him well over one hundred dollars in bribes to locate Rosalie, but she had been worth every cent of it. Regardless of her parents, his associates, and society as a whole, he had made her his wife on June 17, Rosalie alone had known Jamie. And he had died trying to get to her side while she struggled to bring his one and only child, his son, into the world.
It had been a cold snowy night then too. Just days before his thirty-third birthday. He'd known the authorities were after him, had known he had a mole in his company even though he had been trying to go straight. None of that had mattered. Rosalie had needed him, and he had refused to let her down.
It was a decision that had cost him his life and his soul. It was a sensation that he'd learned years ago signaled a Daimon was nearby. He turned his one-of-a-kind Bugatti Atlantic Aerolithe down a side street and parked it.
Oh yeah, the feeling was there, even stronger than before. He left the car and paused as he got his bearings. In the last seventy years, he'd only been to New Orleans a handful of times, and though the city didn't change much, it still took him a couple of minutes to remember the lay of the French Quarter.
The moonlight filtered down past the wrought-iron railings and hanging plants to illuminate the old brick of the buildings. Faint laughter and music could be heard as well as cars hissing by. He cocked his head to listen, hoping for a sign of where the Daimons were.
A scream rang out. Rushing off after it, he tore through the back alleys until he found the young woman near a garbage pile, surrounded by four male Daimons while a fifth Daimon had already sunk his fangs into her neck. Infuriated, Gallagher rushed them. They charged him in unison, not that it did them any good. A couple of well-placed blows and one quick stab to their chests, and they were history.
Gallagher ran to the woman and knelt down by her side. Gently, he turned her over to find a girl no older than twenty. He cursed at the fate that had brought her into the path of the Daimons. Luckily she was still alive, even though she was struggling to breathe.
He pulled his monogrammed handkerchief out of his coat pocket and used it as a makeshift tourniquet over her vicious neck wound. Moving quickly, he carried her back to his car, then rushed her to the nearest emergency room where he learned that the hospital staff wasn't big into admitting unknown women who were carried in by strangers in bloodstained clothes. Once he had Nick Gautier on the hospital phone with the clerk and he was sure the unknown girl would be cared for, Gallagher took a deep breath.
He hung around the hospital, wanting to make sure she would live. Anxious and unable to just sit while the staff tended her, he found himself wandering around the corridors. The place was really decked out for the holidays.
The green and red garlands and poinsettia cut-outs added a warmer feel to the antiseptic white. A couple of nurses and young female visitors smiled invitingly at him as he passed by. But then, women always had. At six-foot-four with black hair and eyes, he was well-muscled and hard-edged.
The kind of guy that dames tended to notice. He'd never been vain about it.
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