It's been a rough couple of years for Cailey Kantor. Facing her first Christmas alone and bad financial news, she prays for an angel to fix her problems. Instead, a sadistic, sociopathic vampire, with the goal of starting a vampire war, attacks her and forces her to drink blood stolen from the Nosferatu Gabriel Blautsauger.
Gabe must complete Cailey's turning or she will die. In doing so he risks losing his yet unfound soulmate. But something about the lovely mortal speaks to his heart. Once her transformation is complete, he and Cailey find themselves embroiled in a battle that could cost them all they hold dear.
Faced with lies, abduction, and betrayal Cailey wonders if the vampire she is falling fangs over heart for is in it for love or if she's just a means to stop a war.
EXCERPT:
Cailey’s scrub top was gone, exposing her
lacy bra, and she was in the process of stepping out of the drawstring pants.
She glanced up, her gaze a bit wild. “Hurry. Hurry. I think I might explode
from all this energy inside me. I feel like a popcorn maker and all the kernels
are popping at once. So much pressure in here.” She dropped a hand to the
juncture of her thighs
and pressed it against her.
and pressed it against her.
“Cailey?” Gabe’s tone was an octave higher
than normal. When she straightened up, clad only in her underwear, he gulped
for air. “What are you doing?”
“Getting ready, of course.” Holding her
wadded up pants in front of her, she frowned at him. “I thought you said you
knew what you were doing.”
“I thought I did…” His voice trailed off,
his gaze locked on Cailey’s tight body. How had he missed just how beautiful
she was? Hidden beneath the baggy scrubs was a living miracle. He took in the
slight swell of flesh above the lucky bra cupping her breasts, and his fingers
itched to run down the indentation of her waist.
She dropped the pants to the floor. “Come
on. Come on, Gabe the Babe. I know all about when you were at university and
all the female vamps used to chase you around and gloat if they made time with
you.”
“Ahem.” Gabe realized he had his sister to thank for this new conundrum. More than a bit leery, he asked, “What else did Metta tell you?”
“That we’re both kind of like virgins.”
“I beg your pardon?”
R. E. Mullins was
born and raised in Joplin, Missouri. She has also lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma, Mt.
Clemens, Michigan, Springfield, Missouri and Colorado Springs, Colorado. Though
she has loved each area, the Ozarks hold a special place in her heart.
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