Don’t forget to tell me why you like vampires you could win a copy of Wolfsong Lullaby
Working undercover Rune Masters is determined to track down the vampires on a killing spree. Rescuing Jessalyn Chambers from a car crash he discovers her destination is Caprice, the BDSM club he runs. Strangely drawn to her he makes the rare decision to be her Dom for the weekend. He suspects she witnessed the slaughter at the nearby drive through, and when an attempt is made on her life is convinced she’s a target, and he swears to protect her. However Jessalyn can’t believe it when she discover her lover is a vampire, they don’t exist do they?
Jess scrubbed her eyes and blinked, she peered around, wondering where the hell she was. Her mind and thoughts scrambled, she tried to work out what had happened. Had she died, was she in heaven? Nah, with her luck and history, she was most likely in hell as a frigging virgin.
She warily gazed around, her head thumped and she touched it, a lump rose beneath her fingers. The room shimmered, awash in a soft light, and she decided she had to be alive, sure that neither heaven nor hell had electricity. At least she didn’t think so.
She rested her hand on her bare stomach, and then snuck a peek beneath the sheet that lay draped over her. Where the hell were her clothes? All she had on were a flimsy pair of knickers and bra. Ones that she’d specifically worn for her sexual adventure.
“How are you feeling?”
Her head shot back up and she winced; a shooting pain slammed over her temple. Jess shivered at the deep timbre of a male voice. It sounded sexy as hell, and then saw him.
Her words tumbled out. “Oh my God, I’m dead, this has to be heaven.” He was an angel; a huge, tawny-haired Gabriel, decided Jess.
A slither of a grin tugged at his lips. “I’m pleased to say you’re very much alive, and in my bed.”
Jess liked that idea, and she wondered who he was. Never in her life had she seen anyone with so much muscle, hell, so much of everything; he was a veritable giant of a man. Each sweep of her horny eyes flicked over hard planes and bulging biceps, he loomed over her. She glanced down at his crotch, what she’d give for an inch or two.
Suddenly, she remembered the fact she was all but naked.
“Who undressed me? Your wife?” Please God, don’t let his answer be yes.
A small, sinful smile played around his mouth.
God, you’ve got sexy lips. Jess tried to keep her rampant hormones under control. Why the hell was sex with this man the only thing on her mind?
His golden gaze burned over her. “No, I’m not married.”
“Your girlfriend then?” Come on, open up, you cagey bastard.
“I don’t have one.” He sat on the edge of the bed and gave a sinfully wicked wink. “I stripped you.”