After a year of talking, Aisling is finally going to meet Rance in person. Devilishly handsome, he’s haunted her dreams ever since she saw his picture.
Their first meeting doesn’t go as planned.
Nearly killed by a vampire hunter, Aisling is pulled into a dark world where vampires are real. Rance isn’t the man he purports to be and Markus, his sire, has another agenda for Aisling.
On the run from the hunters, she finds herself in a new city and a die-hard attraction to Markus that she can’t shake. Trying to blend in and forget about vampires, she’s dragged back into their blood soaked world.
Excerpt
Rance leaned against the glass frontage of Midnight Grounds, half shrouded in shadows. His shoulder length black hair was caught back in a ponytail. The illumination of the lights along his skin bleached the color from his already pale skin. A breeze teased a strand of hair from the elastic so it played along his cheek. She bit her lip envious at how the lock touched his flesh. The photo didn’t do his beauty justice.
She stood on the corner, the electric energy of the night playing along her flesh. Tiny prickles of anticipation jolted her nerves. A deep hunger gnawed at her belly. Aisling drew in a deep breath and focused on the power in the air until her fingers tingled. Warmth flowed up from her hands, along her arms, and settled over her heart. The longer she concentrated on the sensation of pulling in the energy, the warmer she became. Her hunger lessened.
Pedestrians passed by her and their auras—the energy fields surrounding their bodies—brushed along hers. The thought of tapping into those crossed her mind, but she shoved the idea away. Her hands still shook, and her stomach roiled. Maybe I shouldn’t do this. She wiped her sweaty palms on the fabric of her skirt. Aisling sucked on her tongue ring—pushing it up and down inside her mouth—and clinked it against her teeth. Even her toes shook. This is ridiculous. I’ve been talking to him for over a year now. I know him.
“Yeah, but how much do you know him?” Paige had asked her the question before Aisling left her apartment.
More than I ever knew you before I told you what I was.
That didn’t stop you from hanging out with me. Aisling dismissed her friend’s doubts and pushed up her glasses. Car headlights blinded her as a vehicle sped around the corner. She threw up her hand to protect her eyes from the glare and withdrew into the concealing darkness. Her eyeteeth tingled. A slow burn unwound in the pit of her stomach. Fuck. Her hunger remained unsatisfied. She ran her tongue over her teeth and willed the craving back. When her hunger raged, phantom fangs pressed against her lips. Aisling jammed her nails into the meat of her palm. The pain helped forcing the hunger back. Her gaze sought Rance once more, but he had vanished.
She stepped into the dim light of the café and searched along Massachusetts Avenue for him. People passed her by staring at their phones. Others smoked and moseyed along. Shit. He must’ve thought I wasn’t going to show and booked. She checked her phone to see if she missed a message from him. Nothing. Maybe I didn’t really see him. It wouldn’t be the first time I thought I saw something.
A deep laugh erupted next to her ear. Aisling spun around and found Rance leaning against a telephone pole gazing straight at her. A wide grin spread on his sensuous lips. The smile made him more breathtaking than the dark brooding photo on her phone. A ladder of silver hoops hung in both of his ears. Long onyx lashes surrounded his smoky eyes. A sprinkling of stubble shadowed his chin.
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