Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

Lucifer’s hairy ball sack! You’ve become a morlock.

His embrace was my drug of choice, and as any addict knew, one sampling was way too many and a thousand never enough.

He f**ks even better than he looks”, I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn’t care; I was pissed. “And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don’t you worry.

Let me introduce my friend, Cat.’ The redhead, and for some reason, she looked familiar. ‘Her husband Bones’ – here Vlad smiled coolly at the short-haired brunet – ‘is not my friend.

More of that hair-raising energy rolled out of Vlad, until I was rubbing my arms to chase the tingling sensations away. Was this what Marty meant when he told me vampires could measure each others’ strength by feeling their auras? If so, then Vlad’s had Badass: Do Not Engage written all over it.

A vibrator can last all night, too, vampire! - Denise