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Category: Romance
Description: A night out at the hottest new club in Santa Fe is just the thing Zora needs after being fired from the only job she's ever loved. But when she crosses paths with the most captivating man she's ever laid eyes on, Zora suddenly realizes that there's something else she needs -- him! Ian is a gifted musician, a talented writer, and everything Zora's ever wanted in a man. There's just one problem -- he's a vampire. Which Zora just might be able to wrap her head around, if she can find a way to get Ian to give up his self-destructive ways! Warning: This book contains a bold, sexy vampire who'll challenge the things you thought you knew about vampires and a dauntless heroine who'll save his life by stealing his heart.
eBook Publisher: Amira Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: June 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [134 KB]
Words: 29879
Reading time: 85-119 min.

"Dance with me," he said, the tender longing in his gaze reaching out and connecting with someplace very intimate inside of me.

"Sure," I murmured. The DJ was playing some kick ass jams, and as we moved out on to the dance floor, the connection between us dissipated. A few minutes later, I noticed Rachel and Lexi out on the floor, dancing with open enthusiasm and eager partners. Ian moved with a cool, smooth rhythm, and I was enjoying myself, shaking my groove thing. Then the DJ spun a slow tune, and Ian reached out, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me in close. He held me tightly, as our bodies swayed to the mellow, rhythmic beat of the music. Then Ian dipped his head and brushed his mouth against the soft hollow place just under my ear.

I should have pushed him away. Instead, I turned my head aside to allow his mouth greater access, and as I did, I suddenly made a decision. I wanted this man and I was going to go for it. I had never in my life had a one night stand, but tonight that was exactly what I was going to do. I had always done the responsible, sensible thing. And for what? Look where it had gotten me, fired from the job I'd been doing for eleven years with no idea about how I was going to get another one. All I knew how to be was a librarian, and with all the budget cuts going around, where in the world did that leave me? Up shit creek without a paddle, that's where. So, the hell with it. It was time to break free of doing things the way I'd always done them.

"We need to get out of here," I said breathlessly.

Ian lifted his head and stared into my eyes as if searching for the answer to a question he hadn't even spoken. His hesitation frustrated me even as it increased my desire.

"Ian, please," I repeated. "We've got to look crazy out here in the middle of everyone."

"Fuck these people," Ian said, the challenge in his tone unmistakable.

Well, I was no coward, so I threw my sense of propriety to the wayside and leaned forward to press my mouth wantonly against his, parting my lips and allowing my tongue a taste of him. His response was like an explosion, and I was not quite prepared for it. His tongue lashed out against mine, and I felt my knees begin to wobble. Then his lips burned a trail of kisses along my jaw and when he reached the sensitive area at the curve of my neck, his lips parted to place a tingling kiss there that sent liquid heat racing through me. I gasped at the sensation and opened my eyes, fighting back the feeling of dizziness that suddenly assailed me, but my eyes didn't seem to be able to focus.

"Ian," I moaned, unnerved by what was happening to me. Immediately, I felt rather than saw him lift his head, and as he did, the sensation subsided so quickly that I almost felt embarrassed by my reaction. But the feeling lasted only a second because the moment Ian leaned forward and placed his moist lips against my silk covered breast, my overreaction to his kiss was all but for gotten. His mouth reclaimed mine again while his hands pushed aside the thin straps of my dress and then lowered the zipper until the dress fell to my waist. Dipping his head, he greedily opened his mouth to take my nipple inside. As the pleasure rippled through me, I cried out and pressed tightly against him.

Then he was lifting me in his arms and walking toward the back of an apartment I didn't even remember entering, and suddenly I realized I was no longer in the club. What the hell? This must be his apartment, I told myself logically, even though I didn't actually remember leaving the club. We entered a room, and as Ian placed me on my feet, the first thing I noticed was the king size bed in the middle of the room. It was slightly raised as if on a platform and it sat in an intricately carved brass frame that gleamed, despite the dimness of the room. Of course, I realized where he'd taken me, but what amazed me was that instead of being insulted by his obvious assumption, as I would have any other time, my only response was to pull him toward me for another passionate kiss.