The vampires were forced into government housing like the Cemetery, a windowless high-rise complex, and have to exist on government issued rations of animal blood. But no matter how many restrictive laws are on the books vampires are drawn to the living.
The stories of the Cemetery vampires are told in my Forever series: Eternity Factor, Night Sins and Nightglow. Forever is an erotic romance series.
Cate wants what Nightglow prevents, up close and personal with a vampire.
Nightglow is about to be introduced to the world. Dunn wants freedom for his kind and he’s willing to walk the runway once again, wearing the heat sensitive, ultraviolet jewelry that makes physical contact with humans too hot to handle.
The mayor wants Nightglow to put the city back on the map. Acting as the city’s liaison, it’s Cate Auburn’s job to make the premiere of Nightglow a success. There’s only one hitch. Drop-undead-gorgeous Dunn is drawing her to the dark side. She’s never had a vampire lover, but her life is about to take a dramatic turn.
Cate is lush, hot and pulsing with everything Dunn wants. Loving her comes easy. Forever is difficult.
Desire slammed through him. His fangs ached. Dunn knew all he had to do was lift her skirt to have her. And once he was inside her all it would take was one sweet bite to bind them together.
But now wasn’t the time to indulge in his personal pleasure or endanger the project with a sip of her rich blood. Soon the mayor would worry about the well-being of his assistant. Fang marks and rumpled clothing were a dead giveaway.
Perhaps one small pleasure, for her.
He lifted her onto the counter. She didn’t protest when he stood between her knees. She didn’t resist when he slid his hands beneath her skirt. Her thighs were firm and her skin silky soft. He sensed the pulsing heat between her legs, hot and molten. He throbbed, each ache in rhythm with hers.
He should pull his hand away. He should walk away. He shouldn’t give into the sweet pleasure that was Cate Auburn.
She moaned and ran her hands up the front of his shirt to his shoulders. “Please.”
If he were a religious man, he’d pray. But Dunn knew he was forever condemned to the dark side. He wasn’t a devil, but he’d never be part of the living.
And Cate was so vibrant and alive. His fingers trailed along the hem of her underwear. “Touch me.”
He did, gasping as the heat of her flesh seared his cold skin. Dunn was starving for her. His fangs extended to painful, razor-sharp points.
“Really touch me.”