Published by Sourcebooks, Inc. on 2015-03-03
Genres: Contemporary, Fantasy, Fiction, Paranormal, Romance
Vampires are nothing but trouble…
As far as beautiful vampire Sadie Pemberton is concerned, werewolves shouldn’t be sticking their noses into New York’s supernatural politics. They don’t know jack about running a city—not even that hot-as-sin new vampire-werewolf liaison who’s just arrived in town.
Werewolves are too sexy for their own good…
The last thing Killian Bane wanted was to end up in New York City playing nice with vampires. Unfortunately, he’s on a mission, and when he encounters the sexiest, most stubborn female vamp he’s ever met, he’s going to have to turn on a little of that wolfish charm…and Sadie’s going to learn a thing or two about what it means to have a wild side…
Eyes closed, Sadie stilled when Killian grasped her hips before running his thumb along the dip of her waist. An involuntary shiver shimmied up her spine from even that small brush of his flesh against hers. Finding her courage, Sadie finally flicked her eyes open and was met with Killian’s warm gaze. The reality of the situation settled over her with a sudden wave of embarrassment and shame as she stared into his ruggedly handsome face.
Holy crap. She could not believe what she just did—what they just did.
“I’m sorry,” she said quickly. Sadie closed her eyes and hurriedly put her bra back in place before buttoning her blouse. Killian’s heartbeat pounded like a drum and still rattled through her. “Damn it all. I know better than to do something like this. I am too freaking old to be playing with fire like some kind of youngling vampire.”
“Don’t you feel that?” he asked softly.
“What? Mortified?” Sadie rolled her eyes and puffed a long strand of hair out of her face before pushing him aside and hopping off the crates. “I’d say I’m in touch with that emotion, and your damn heartbeat is still ricocheting around me like a pinball machine.” Sadie let out a sound of frustration and snagged her jacket off the floor. Tugging it on, she spun around to face him. “I know it’s been a couple of centuries, but I don’t remember werewolf blood making me feel like this.”
“Sadie.” Killian whispered her name almost reverently and cradled her hands in his before placing them over her own chest. “That’s not my heartbeat.”
“What are—” Sadie’s words stuck in her throat, and her wide eyes searched his as she felt the steady and unmistakable thump of a heartbeat. Slow and clear. The pulse she’d been hearing and feeling wasn’t Killian’s… It was hers. “What’s is going on?” Her voice shaking with fear and confusion, she tugged her hands from Killian’s and took a step away. She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut in a feeble attempt to regain her focus. But he was right. Deep in her chest pounded the unmistakable beat of her long-dormant heart. Pointing at him accusingly, she flicked her eyes open and shouted, “Werewolf blood doesn’t do this.”
No. Killian’s mouth set in a tight line and he let out a slow breath. I don’t imagine any other wolf would have this effect on you. Killian reached out to Sadie with his right hand and she immediately stepped back. A look of disappointment flickered across his face, but it was swiftly replaced by anger and his hand dropped to his side. Then again, you can’t telepath with other wolves either, can you?
Holy shit. It had happened again. Hearing him in her mind wasn’t just wishful thinking or her subconscious. It was Killian, and he’d deliberately telepathed to her. If Sadie was still breathing, she would have hyperventilated.
“No. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sadie shook her head furiously and pressed her hand over her chest again. She knew the denial sounded as hollow to him as it did to her. Her heartbeat was slowing, to her relief, but that did nothing to stop her from shaking like a leaf. The long-forgotten sensation had her spinning, and if she didn’t get out of there and away from him, she was going to pass out. “I have to go.”
“You can’t run away from me or from what’s happening between us.” Killian moved quickly and stood in front of the door, blocking her exit. “Ignoring it won’t make it go away.”
“What it would you be talking about?” Sadie threw her arms in the air.
“I’m not sure, but I know enough to know that tonight isn’t the end.” His lips tilted. “Not by a long shot.”
“Well, I am sure about what happened and it is the end. We hooked up, Killian. That’s it. End of story.” Her voice was edged with a hint of hysteria, and there was a good chance one or more of the supernaturals in the club might hear, but she didn’t care. The entire time she ranted, Killian stared at her with an infuriatingly calm expression that made her want to smack the crap out of him.
“We fooled around and your blood made me a little nuts, that’s all. It’s probably because you’re a royal or something.” She buttoned her jacket and smoothed her hair off her face in an effort to regain some kind of composure. “Now, get out of my way so I can go back to work.”
Killian stepped away, and then just before Sadie tugged the door open, he pressed his palm against it and held it shut.
“You like fighting with me, don’t you?” Killian’s gravelly voice skittered over her and the sound tickled her from the inside out. Even though he wasn’t touching her, she could sense that every inch of his body was rigid, taut, and ready to pounce. “I have to admit, that turns me on. And I do love a challenge.”
Sara Humphreys has been attracted to the fantasies of science fiction, paranormal, and romance since her adolescence when she had a mad crush on Captain Kirk. An actress and public speaker, Sara lives in Bronxville, New York with her husband, who is very considerate of her double life, and four amazing boys.