HUNTER BY NIGHTShe wants out
Party girl Alexia Blackburn is only hanging around the vampire compound until her best friend—the queen—has her baby. After that, nothing is going to stop Alexia from getting back to daylight, safety, and feeling like a normal human being. But leaving the vampire world has one big catch...
He needs her to stay
Head of vampire security Lee Goram has hated and distrusted humans for centuries. Feeding on vampire blood has kept him strong...but now it's killing him—and he's horrified to discover that Alexia may hold the key to his cure. He'd rather die defending his king than admit his weakness, but time is running out for the great vampire warrior...
Excerpt:
She leaned
close to avoid being heard by all the sensitive ears in the room. “We’re out of
the literal and metaphorical woods. You can get blood from anyone. I thought
drinking human blood was, like, worse than licking bat guano off a wizard’s
shoe.”
The softness
of his laugh shimmied straight down her spine. Dear merciful Lord. “I don’t claim to
understand.” His lips feathered against her ear. “In the cave, the pain abated
when I drank from you.” He pushed closer, his breath soft and hot. “Nothing has
eased it in a long time. No one. Whatever this… problem… is, drinking from you
eased the pain. It’s the one thing I know for certain."
Oh, hell. Only her
blood? Talk about making a gal melt in the weirdest way possible. She wanted to
be all snarky and make him beg or apologize or something, but fuckballs, that
was the most beautiful thing ever. Besides, she wanted to ease his hurt more
than she wanted to get even.
Alexia
glanced around and pulled him into an empty room next to the nurse’s station.
To be safe, she locked the door and pulled the curtain thingy. Two comfy chairs
sat by the hospital bed. She tugged one close and offered her wrist. It seemed
the fastest way, and this was urgent.
The strike of
his fangs hardly surprised her this time. Much like a tattoo or a piercing, you
got used to the pinch. Isabel had drunk from her a few times when they’d first
become friends, but that had been different. That hadn’t been a
two-hundred-and-whatever-pound vampire male in a desperate amount of pain.
Oh, holy…
Wow.
The relief
was amazing. Fireworks and dynamite. The pressure flowed out of her along with
the blood. What rushed in to take its place, though, was a disturbing sense of
rightness. In giving herself to him in a way she had never wanted to give to
anyone. Somehow her other arm wound around his neck, and either he didn’t
notice or he didn’t actually mind. It’s just the blood, like he said before.
But then his
fingers crept into her hair. Her body slid down into the large, comfy chair.
Lee pressed closer, on his knees now in front of her, her arm held aloft by his
efforts as he lapped at her wrist. His tongue trailed down her arm to catch a
wayward drip. On his knees with his long legs, Lee’s pelvis pressed against
hers through their pants, his erection hard and thick and throwing off heat.
Alexia
couldn't stop herself from wrapping her legs around his waist and bringing him
closer. Her hand grasped his free arm, which had moved from the chair to her
leg. Their fingers laced together.
Lee’s groan
vibrated against her wrist.
A knock
sounded at the door.
Books In Series
Elisabeth Staab still lives with her nose in a
book and at least one foot in an imaginary world. She believes that all kinds
of safe and sane love should be celebrated but she adores the fantasy-filled
realm of paranormal romance the best. She lives in the Washington DC area
with
her family and one big scaredy cat, where she loves to spend time with good
friends, go dancing, collect wacky coffee mugs from which to drink her favorite
beverage, and sing off-key in her kitchen (when she isn’t making characters
fall in love, that is).
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