“Caught in the trajectory of Laylah’s dark-eyed stare, Christian thrust again, urged on by the open look of desire on her face. Her lips parted and he pierced the opening with his tongue, matching each flick with a thrust from below, quickening the pace until they were pounding away at each other, mouth and loins synchronized.”
His name is Christian Slate and his kisses usually pierce a woman’s skin, drains his prey dry… For centuries, he has hungered and fed and nothing more.
But when Christian’s fangs break the skin of the human Laylah Adair, it is his heart that is pierced in return. For the first time in centuries, Christian feels the beat of his heart. Laylah is no ordinary human, her purity is unrivaled and that is exactly what makes her taste so good and also what makes Christian want more from her than just a meal…
Written by Molly Ellis
Published by AmorBooks
“BITE me, Eddie Munster,” spat the busty brunette. She tossed her hair in Christian’s face as she turned to face the other end of the bar. “Halloween sucks,” she complained to her skanky girlfriend. Christian debated the pros and cons of casting glamour on the wench for a few seconds but just swept past her to the men’s room. He’d hang around until she’d had a few more drinks and then make his move.
He pretended to use the facilities just to stall for time, bemoaning the dearth of bite-worthy females in the city tonight. He’d blown through two lounges, a dive bar and a discotheque so far in search of a decent drink. And although she reeked of Eau de Bitch, that nasty brunette cow was the closest thing to palatable he’d come across. “Tonight of all nights should be a bloodbath, literally,” he thought. Halloween just wasn’t the gore-riddled slutfest it used to be. He had dressed “up” as a died-een-the-vool vampire, accentuating his widow’s peak and even wearing his favorite cape, but not even its red satin-lined magnificence could salvage the evening.
“Nothing left to do but stalk, stab and suck,” he sighed, resigning himself to another boring slash and run. Mean girl was due for some good old-fashioned retribution.
Re-entering the lounge proper, a whiff of perfume drifted past Christian’s nose that drove all…
