That encounter had unnerved her more than she imagined it would. First, it confirmed what she had read. Not al vampires were susceptible to sunlight. It depended on how long they had been around. Madam Cherylene had said “ancient”. Of course Madam Cherylene probably thought anything from the 1960s was “ancient”. Eloise suspected this particular vampire was old but not overly so. She had forced herself to read up on vampires, believing forewarned was indeed forearmed. She knew vampires were either cursed as such or born from a mortal-vampire union and that these individuals had the ability to adapt and evolve with the times. Despite al her research the one thing that Eloise hadn’t expected was a wild, intense need to touch him. She had been so worried about meeting him that need had not been an issue to consider. “Where the hel did that come from?” she muttered as she tried to control her breathing. Her heart was racing. The vampire was drop-dead gorgeous. Ash blond, col ar-length hair, sexy blue eyes and a body she wanted to crawl al over and lick.
