on Friday. A stab of panic made her bolt upright in bed and reach for the phone on the nightstand, praying this wasn’t an emergency call from her parents. The caller ID read NYSA, allowing her to release a sigh of relief. “Hello?” “Lana Kinley?” inq...
A ripple of pleasure went through her as his warm fingers brushed against her throat gently. It was also soothing, especially after the vile touch of the rogue vampire. Her skin absorbed the salve and within minutes, any remaining soreness was alleviated. They were in his kitchen, Lydia perched o...
In the past two weeks, he’d been dropping into downtown Denver’s tattoo shops in search of the woman. No leads so far. He was told the tattoo he was looking for was a custom design, not part of the usual flash art selection. “I’m looking for a woman who got a tattoo that looks exactly like this,”...