A fey vampire lady and a hot Scot in a kilt.
Vampire Highland Fling by Cornelia Amiri
Second in the Dancing Vampires series.
Murdina, a dark vampiric fey, hunts the Scottish Highlands for a man, but not for blood—Murdina wants love. She spots Cameron playing the bagpipes, and when a strong wind lifts his kilt, she takes a good look and decides he’s the one.
When Cameron meets a beautiful, mysterious woman who dances the Highland fling for him, his blood boils for her. Soon Murdina and Cameron are doing more than dancing. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they discover true love, but their time together is limited before Murdina’s fey sisters cross the portal to steal her back and probably kill him. Is their love strong enough to overcome the threat her sisters pose to Murdina’s heart and to Cameron’s life?
She hated to do it but she had no choice and she had to act now before her sisters killed Cameron. Stretching her arms into the air, she began a spell.
“To stop you, sisters mine
I halt your chase
I cast a spell of time
He’s off at a fast pace
While you freeze in place
She shuddered as a surge of energy racked her body. All five of her sisters stood frozen in place, unable to move.
They’d be furious. She’d never hear the end, but she had to save Cameron. She couldn’t imagine any harm coming to him on her account. She couldn’t imagine any harm coming to him at all. It would break her heart.
Of course, her secret was probably out. As he thought over the events of tonight, it was likely he’d come to realize she was a baobhan sith. Then he’d make sure to never come near her again, afraid she’d drink all his blood. She didn’t want that. Even now she wanted to see him again, and he had left only a few minutes ago.
Her sisters became animated once more. They held up their hands, now transformed to talons, and scraped them through the air in front of her face as if threatening to dig her eyeballs out.
She felt a flutter of fear but remembered herself. “I am your sister. You cannot harm me.”
“Where is he?” Baring her teeth, Tearlag’s eyes squinted in anger.
“Gone.” She tried to stay calm, appear as if she didn’t care. “He is only one. Not enough for all of us.” She set her hand on her hip. “I have been looking for men and found no one on this road but him. They all drive cars now. Few walk anymore. The pickings are not what they used to be.”
Ever So Bonnie A Vampire
3rd in the Dancing Vampire Series – coming Soon