Gutsy, kick-ass Suzanne James has no intention of complicating her life by falling in love…especially with a vampire. But it’s hard to stay objective when a drop-dead gorgeous male rescues her from three assailants in a dark alley. All but unconscious, she could swear her hero has glowing red eyes and two sharp, pointed teeth.
Adrian Caine has spent the past hundred years, in vampire parlance, a vegetarian. When he rescues a beautiful blonde in a dark alley, it takes all of his formidable control not to backslide. Attraction turns to desire. Even though it’s not in Suzanne’s best interest, he can’t stay away.
“Three men jumped me and I kicked their asses.”
Kess gave me a pained look. “That’s why you’re black and blue and in a hospital bed instead of upstairs doing your job?”
“Details, details.” I made a dismissive motion with my hand.
“You were out walking late at night again by yourself, weren’t you? How many times have I told you to take a taxi when you work late? You take a few kickboxing classes and think you can take on the world.” He tapped a toe encased in spit-shine, black leather. His face registered extreme disapproval.
“It’s rude to say ‘I told you so’, Kess.” I sat straighter and tried for injured dignity.
“A lot of good it does. You don’t listen.”
“In this case you were right.” I ran the fingers of my good hand through my tangled hair. I must look a mess.
“I’m always right.”
“And modest too.”
He grinned. “Are you going to tell me what happened?” He took another gulp of his rapidly cooling coffee.
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do but you keep interrupting me.”
“Don’t whine. It’s unbecoming. Just tell me what happened. I heard a Good Samaritan brought you in then disappeared.”
“It was pretty odd, Kess.”
“I’m not sure ‘odd’ is the word I’d use for getting beaten up and a shoulder dislocated.” His voice dry, his glance shifted to my shoulder. He frowned.
I sighed. Kess just wasn’t going to let this go.
“Not that part. My…err, Good Samaritan.” I fidgeted on the bed and plucked at the sheet. Somehow the term “Good Samaritan” just didn’t fit. Goose bumps roughened my skin and my heart galloped as I remembered fangs and glowing red eyes. “Kess?”
“Do you believe in vampires?”
“If you don’t want to talk about it you could have just said so.” He lifted his chin and started to rise.
I looked at the door. No one was in the hall. I hunched forward and whispered, still clutching the sheet. “Kess, he had fangs and his eyes glowed.”
He frowned and straightened. “They told me you didn’t have a concussion or any kind of damage to your head. Apparently, they were wrong. I’ll have Dr. Brown run an MRI. I should have made them do it last night.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my head,” I yelled.