contact with them.
The stuff of nightmares.
To make matters worse, there was more than one 6
Vampire Lover
kind. Besides double-dead vampires, there were living vampires who possessed human traits and heartbeats.
"I’ll take a werewolf, please," she said aloud, trying to dislodge the chill that seemed to be sticking around and was now dribbling down her back, making a point to hit each vertebra, ending on the one closest to her butt.
Vowing never to even think the V word again, Kelsie leaned more weight on the brick, allowing the rough surface to scratch at her slinky gray silk, needing to cut off that chill. She took a good-size sip of her martini before remembering she didn’t drink, and coughed. The alcohol had been purely for looks. A prop. Connors never had been able to manage their liquor.
And damn it, the pesky chills were unwarranted, since there was no way a vampire could be around others and virtually blend in. She didn’t want one of those. Why would anyone go out of their way to find a vampire, when a pair of fangs could etch the word lethal across a jugular vein?
But wait! she thought with a healthy dose of sarcasm. Vampires were supposed to be cool-skinned, right? Considering tonight’s hundred degree swelter, rubbing up against one might be so bad, after all.
She grinned widely. Pressing the martini glass to her throat, she muttered, "One good story is all I need.
Something unique, and not too life threatening."
A werewolf would do. In particular, a werewolf hit by the light of a Blood Moon. Think of the headlines!
If any man-wolf accidentally stepped out from beneath the awning, lured onto the moon-brightened patio, Linda Thomas-Sundstrom
7
she’d be waiting.
"Come on, wolf boys, show yourself. Do it for me,"
she whispered to the blur of moving bodies inside the doorway, even though the damned chills persisted, despite the summer heat wave.
It felt suddenly as if a fog bank had rolled in. As if she was being watched.
Uncomfortable, curious, with little hairs standing straight up on her arms, Kelsie turned her head, surprised to find she had company. A man. Several feet away. His gaze intent on her—probably because he’d heard every silly thing she’d said.
What have we here?
Hayden Flynn’s interested gaze slipped over the female across from him in a sensual glide. From her shining hair to her sexy high-heeled sandals, the sassy young blonde should have captured the interest of any male with properly functioning body parts, yet this woman was alone, set aside.
A beautiful wallflower.
He observed her carefully, drawn for reasons he couldn’t put a finger on. There were plenty of attractive women in the club tonight, and prettier females within twenty feet in several directions. This one wasn’t outstandingly beautiful by today’s standards, though she was striking.
She had a narrow, heart-shaped face, big eyes, plus a sensual mouth turned up at the corners and perhaps a bit too large for the rest of her delicate features.
A mouth most males would know how to abuse, he 8
Vampire Lover
noted.
Her body was exquisite. An expensive haircut swung her hair softly over well-proportioned shoulders. Her choice of clothing showed off lots of smooth skin—neck, shoulders, chest, arms. The outline of firm, rounded breasts pressed against her filmy drape of gray silk.
She was incredibly sexy. Mouthwatering.
Hayden was sure he hadn’t seen her before, yet felt as if he had. A stray thought, deliciously tantalizing, suggested that she might be waiting on this patio for him. Wishful thinking?
Hayden studied her further, intrigued.
On the surface, her body language was loose. She was enjoying herself, comfortable with her solitary status at a notorious pickup club. The glass she held was full, though she had been holding it for some time.
Cheap date. The cheeky notion brought on the rise of his own thirst, which he tamped down for the time being, fascinated by the strange things she
The stuff of nightmares.
To make matters worse, there was more than one 6
Vampire Lover
kind. Besides double-dead vampires, there were living vampires who possessed human traits and heartbeats.
"I’ll take a werewolf, please," she said aloud, trying to dislodge the chill that seemed to be sticking around and was now dribbling down her back, making a point to hit each vertebra, ending on the one closest to her butt.
Vowing never to even think the V word again, Kelsie leaned more weight on the brick, allowing the rough surface to scratch at her slinky gray silk, needing to cut off that chill. She took a good-size sip of her martini before remembering she didn’t drink, and coughed. The alcohol had been purely for looks. A prop. Connors never had been able to manage their liquor.
And damn it, the pesky chills were unwarranted, since there was no way a vampire could be around others and virtually blend in. She didn’t want one of those. Why would anyone go out of their way to find a vampire, when a pair of fangs could etch the word lethal across a jugular vein?
But wait! she thought with a healthy dose of sarcasm. Vampires were supposed to be cool-skinned, right? Considering tonight’s hundred degree swelter, rubbing up against one might be so bad, after all.
She grinned widely. Pressing the martini glass to her throat, she muttered, "One good story is all I need.
Something unique, and not too life threatening."
A werewolf would do. In particular, a werewolf hit by the light of a Blood Moon. Think of the headlines!
If any man-wolf accidentally stepped out from beneath the awning, lured onto the moon-brightened patio, Linda Thomas-Sundstrom
7
she’d be waiting.
"Come on, wolf boys, show yourself. Do it for me,"
she whispered to the blur of moving bodies inside the doorway, even though the damned chills persisted, despite the summer heat wave.
It felt suddenly as if a fog bank had rolled in. As if she was being watched.
Uncomfortable, curious, with little hairs standing straight up on her arms, Kelsie turned her head, surprised to find she had company. A man. Several feet away. His gaze intent on her—probably because he’d heard every silly thing she’d said.
What have we here?
Hayden Flynn’s interested gaze slipped over the female across from him in a sensual glide. From her shining hair to her sexy high-heeled sandals, the sassy young blonde should have captured the interest of any male with properly functioning body parts, yet this woman was alone, set aside.
A beautiful wallflower.
He observed her carefully, drawn for reasons he couldn’t put a finger on. There were plenty of attractive women in the club tonight, and prettier females within twenty feet in several directions. This one wasn’t outstandingly beautiful by today’s standards, though she was striking.
She had a narrow, heart-shaped face, big eyes, plus a sensual mouth turned up at the corners and perhaps a bit too large for the rest of her delicate features.
A mouth most males would know how to abuse, he 8
Vampire Lover
noted.
Her body was exquisite. An expensive haircut swung her hair softly over well-proportioned shoulders. Her choice of clothing showed off lots of smooth skin—neck, shoulders, chest, arms. The outline of firm, rounded breasts pressed against her filmy drape of gray silk.
She was incredibly sexy. Mouthwatering.
Hayden was sure he hadn’t seen her before, yet felt as if he had. A stray thought, deliciously tantalizing, suggested that she might be waiting on this patio for him. Wishful thinking?
Hayden studied her further, intrigued.
On the surface, her body language was loose. She was enjoying herself, comfortable with her solitary status at a notorious pickup club. The glass she held was full, though she had been holding it for some time.
Cheap date. The cheeky notion brought on the rise of his own thirst, which he tamped down for the time being, fascinated by the strange things she
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