The words rolled off Heather’s lips, her joy in each melodic phrase obvious to her audience. And why not? Heather thought. Tonight might very well be the night she joined her vampire lover in his world of darkness. God knows, he’d kept stringing her along close to a year now. But Dev had promised to turn her, once she was sure being a vampire was what she wanted. The only problem left was convincing her prince of darkness that she was ready to take her rightful place at his side. She knew that Dev loved to hear her sing. He often told her that it had been her voice he’d noticed first in the bar called Eclipse that warm April night they first met. “Your longing brought me to you,” a seductive voice had whispered in her ear as she stood at the bar after loud applause, triumphantly ordering a drink. When she’d turned with her hand ready to slap the offender, Heather’s words had caught in her throat. This wasn’t some old letch trying to take liberties. This was a dream man come to life complete with shoulder length shimmering blond hair, wickedly gleaming honey-colored eyes, and a body to die for.
