Only once before had Michael allowed a woman into his secret lair. Now he'd fight heaven and hell to keep Jessie from the same fate. But he couldn't fight the attraction that drew him to her like a bloodlust. An attraction that might prove deadly…or worse. For Michael was going up against the most powerful of the undead—and that vampire had his fangs bared for Jessie.
The tabloid reporter finds a bigger story than she ever imagined…the sexy playboy tycoon is a vampire hunter!
EXCERPT
“Don’t you
smell that garlic?”
Now that he
mentioned it, she did. In fact, the scent was pretty strong. She hadn’t noticed
it before because she had been concentrating on getting in to see Brandt.
Jessie didn’t
have time to worry about smells. She slipped her hand into her jacket pocket
and took out the camera. She planned to get a shot of Brandt as soon as he
opened the door, then maybe aim past him to catch the other two men in her
lens, if luck was with her.
Unfortunately,
just as the door started to swing open, Ted gasped and disappeared from beside
her. She had the vague impression, seen from the corner of her eye, that he had
been jerked violently backward like a puppet on a string.
She was about
to turn to see what had happened to him when a bar of iron slammed across her
throat, cutting off her air and making it impossible for her to speak or even
breathe. Fear and surprise exploded in her brain, and for a second she couldn’t
think. Then she realized that it wasn’t a bar of iron choking her, it was
somebody’s arm. Her feet scrabbled on the flagstone walk as her attacker dragged
her backward.
