Josh Barrett knows his priorities—reporting the news by day, drinking himself into a self-loathing stupor by night. His workaholic tendencies can’t completely mask the horrific night that changed his life forever … until a beautiful, sexy, and utterly mysterious woman enters his life and changes everything.
Newly turned vampire Chelle Masterson only wants to find her place. Her unrequited love and devotion for her maker, Lane, has left Chelle broken, vowing to never fall for any man again. She’s determined to find her way in the scary new world of the immortals and begs for the chance to prove herself. Unfortunately, she meets trouble head-on with her very first victim and ends up face to face with a very charming and handsome stranger. He seems to want to help, but trust might come with a price.
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I tried to get a little closer and materialized just outside the small café, my feet landing right in the middle of a giant mud puddle that completely covered my new shoes. Dammit, what a fucked up birthday this was turning out to be. Twenty-one was supposed to be exciting. All I’d wanted to do was go into a bar where I’d get asked for my I.D., suck a little blood, then spend a few minutes looking at my old friend, maybe even reminisce a little before going to the club. But now, I was soaked to the bone, my hair wet and probably plastered to my head, and now my shoes were covered in mud and my skirt dripped with rain. I wanted to cry. I began to dematerialize again, to go home and get the hell out of the downpour, but as I rounded the corner, I detected movement coming from the bushes not too far away. I stepped back so I wouldn’t be seen and watched as another vampire materialized there. He was tall with short, dark, cropped hair. I’d never seen another vampire besides the guys in the band. I didn’t like the feeling it gave me in my chest.
Something about him seemed familiar, but seeing him, another vampire that I didn’t know, frightened me. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. At least, I didn’t think so, but I wanted to get far away from him regardless. I turned to leave and collided with another man.
“Sorry,” I said. It was a good thing I hadn’t just dematerialized into thin air. I’d had no idea he was there.
As he righted me, I recognized the translucent blue eyes. Oh, no. This night just kept getting worse and worse by the minute. It was the same gorgeous guy I’d seen at the bar playing pool with Trump.
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