Cian DeMarco is a talented musician--and a vampire. He's content living the single life in San Francisco, playing with his band at Club Royal each weekend...until he meets a human woman he can't resist. The scent of Magdalena's blood has him completely undone, and he begins to question his felicitous existence when his desire for her grows out of control.
Magdalena De la Rosa and her best friend recently moved to San Francisco. She's started a new job and is living in a gorgeous apartment. Everything is just the way she's imagined... until she ends up at an up-scale nightclub and is suddenly swept off her feet by the sexy as sin lead singer of the house band.
A temptation they can't resist leads to a future they never imagined as passion sizzles between the two until a threat from Cian's past returns to wreak havoc on their lives.
Will their love outweigh the reality of what Cian must do to keep Magdalena safe?
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I had to admit, it had been a long time since my eyes had the pleasure of drinking in such a lovely creature. I wondered if those perfect light brown streaks in her hair were natural. My fingers ached to run through the strands. I wanted to caress her neck. And she smelled fucking delicious.
My fangs involuntarily elongated, and I had to keep my mouth shut so they wouldn’t show as my cock tightened in my pants at the thought of lying with her. When the music started again, I couldn’t move. Singing seemed impossible.
“Cian.” My brother stood beside me again. “Are you, all right?”
I turned toward him. “I need a minute.”
“Jesus. Look at you.” He leaned closer to my ear. “Your fangs are showing and your eyes are silver. Go backstage for a few minutes. We’ll cover for you. Come back when you’ve gotten yourself under control.”
I placed my guitar down, resting it against the stand on the floor and walked off stage. I heard boos and some other derogatory remarks as I headed behind the curtain. I grabbed the bottle of scotch we always kept back there and poured myself a shot. As I let the burn coat my throat, I heard Lane address the audience.
“No worries, ladies. My brother will be right back. I promise. It seems Cian needs to find his voice. It may have become lodged somewhere in his pants.” He laughed, and everyone laughed with him. “In the meantime, we’ll start with this little number I’m sure you all know.”
Great gods of Eros! Now everyone knew I had a hard-on. I supposed that was better than having them see my fangs and eye color change to glowing, silver-rimmed circles. I’d seen beautiful women before, but none of them had ever affected me like this one did.
Fuck me. Her scent was intoxicating.
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