Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes by M. R. Noble

“Who are you anyway?” I asked.

“Andre,” he said. “Private Investigator, but I’ll do anything for money.” He winked.

“You’re not human,” I said. “What are you?” I stretched out my Charmed senses and felt magic within him.

“I’m a vampire, princess. Same as you, but with a little extra dark superpower. I’m a full vamp though, and from what I can tell from your dismal amount of speed out there, you’re half.”

He dragged a chair from the wall and sat across from me.

“You have the Dark Charm?” I asked. “I should have figured; you ooze sleaze bag.”

“And you have a little special magic up your sleeve too, don’t you, princess? I bet you get a little hot now and then, don’t you?”

I narrowed my eyes.

“And with a name like Karolina Dalca…I bet you’ve got enough training to back up that look you’re giving me.”

He knew my name, my powers, and where to find me. My eyes fell over his body, sizing him up as he sat across from me. Strong jaw, tall, six feet and maybe four inches, and muscular broad shoulders. I could take him—if I took him by surprise.

Praise for M. R. Noble

“This book grabs you by the throat and does not let go! A fast paced, enthralling journey through a hidden underworld of vampires, werewolves, and other beings of the night who wield a fascinating array of powers to devastating effect. Compared to the more stay-at-home-type of vampires and werewolves I know, these protagonists are pushed beyond the human limit. I highly recommend you acquire this book and hole up somewhere safe for the ride.”

~Stuart Rutherford, actor from

What We Do In the Shadows

“Fans of Kim Harrison will be drawn into the imagery of Noble’s first book of the Dark Eyes series. In between bouts of fighting and the intensity of paranormal, dark fantasy, there are moments of comedy that make this series opener a real page-turner.”


Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes


M. R. Noble

The Dark Eyes Series

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

COPYRIGHT © 2020 Margarita Rose Noble McBurnie

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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Cover Art by Kristian Norris

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Publishing History

First Black Rose Edition, 2020

Trade Paperback ISBN 978-1-5092-3278-9

Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-3279-6

The Dark Eyes Series

Published in the United States of America


This book is dedicated to

every down-on-her-luck-woman out there

who needs a reminder that her inner strength

is the sharpest tool she has.


A special thanks to my sensei, who taught me that perseverance is a lifelong skill.

A scream from the rooftops thank you to Kirsten Koza, a brilliant writer, champion of wacky travel, friend, and humorist extraordinaire.

Thank you to my agent, Marisa Corvisiero, and my editor at the Wild Rose Press, Melanie Billings.

Thank you to the earliest reader, a fellow vampire enthusiast who encouraged me to “murder my darlings.”

To my fellow members of the WCYR, gratias vobis ago.

Lastly, an emotional heartfelt thank you goes to my husband, friends, and family for their interest and support.

Chapter One

Karolina Dalca

I was born in Romania, but it never had the chance to be my home. Instead, I wound up in northern Ontario, completing an extra credit internship in my tiny town, staring down the face of an alleged flasher. I readied the paperwork before my mentor, Constable Danny, interviewed the perpetrator. It wasn’t an ideal way to spend the summer, but my psychological profiling exam blew into flames—literally—and extra credit was the only way I would pass.