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Authors: Shéa MacLeod
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a weird concept since vampires were, by nature, not at all sexy.
When he spoke, his voice was melted chocolate with the faintest hint of an accent I couldn’t quite place running like caramel ribbons all through it. “Little girl,” he breathed, sending shivers up and down my spine. Vin Diesel had nothing on this guy. “You do not know who you are messing with.”
I struggled to maintain some sense of decorum, but I was pretty sure I squeaked. I cleared my throat and tried again. Badass vampire hunters did not squeak.
Damn, those eyes, that voice! He was turning me into a big puddle of melted goo without even breaking a sweat. My fingers itched to explore places other than his biceps. Not good.
“Sure, I do. You’re just another pathetic vampire hopped up on junkie blood.” Vampires were strong and fast, but not as strong or as fast as this one. Junkie blood was the only thing that explained it. Vamps couldn’t get high off drugs like humans, but they could get high if they took the blood of someone who was on drugs.
He pressed that rock hard body of his up against me and laughed softly in my ear. His laugh did things to me down low and my thighs clenched. My libido did a happy dance. Something it was definitely not supposed to do in the presence of a vampire. Come to think of it, my vampire radar wasn’t going off at all. What in blazes was this guy?
I thrust my chin out, hoping I looked tough and macho instead of the quivering mass of Jell-O I actually was. “You’re no vamp. Who are you?” My eyes narrowed. “ What are you?”
He grinned in a way that I was pretty sure was illegal in at least 14 different states then leaned forward to sniff me again before whispering in my ear, “Darlin’.” His rich voice was the stuff of dreams. “You’ve just found your Sunwalker.”
Well, hot damn.
***
After making me promise not to try killing him until we’d had a chance to talk, he led me to the nearest coffee shop. Common Grounds was a uniquely Portland experience and one of my favorite places to relax with a cup of coffee. It was stuffed full of comfy couches and mismatched mugs and smelled of roasted coffee beans and fresh grilled toast. Best of all, it was open from 5 a.m. to midnight. It would have been even better if it was a twenty-four hour place, but sometimes you just had to take what you could get.
Fortunately the place was nearly empty and we found a table far enough away from everyone that we wouldn’t be overheard. I couldn’t imagine what the other patrons would think of our conversation. Though it was the Hawthorne District. Creative weirdness was the norm. They’d probably think we were rehearsing for a play.
I was pretty sure the Sunwalker was humoring me with that whole promising-not-to-kill-him thing, since I was beginning to doubt my original plan to get the amulet and dust him was going to work. In fact, I wasn’t sure I could dust him. He was far too strong and fast, and that weird mind control thingy had me worried.
Nothing about this guy was anything like I expected. I’d imagined him as another run of the mill bloodsucker. Only one who could walk around in daylight. This guy was nothing like any vampire I’d ever seen.
The Sunwalker wasn’t a creepy monster that hung around in dark corners. No, this guy owned his space. I eyed his broad shoulders, muscular frame and seriously tight backside as he paced the room in front of the bank of windows overlooking the street.
Oh, yeah, I bet he owned anything he wanted to. An opinion no doubt shared by the barista who was ogling his butt as eagerly as I was. Poor girl was practically salivating. I surreptitiously checked to make sure I wasn’t doing the same.
The weirdest thing of all was that he felt familiar. I didn’t recognize him, so I knew I’d never seen him before. I never forgot a face. But it felt like I knew him, or that I should know him.
“OK.” I straightened my shoulders. No way was I letting this
When he spoke, his voice was melted chocolate with the faintest hint of an accent I couldn’t quite place running like caramel ribbons all through it. “Little girl,” he breathed, sending shivers up and down my spine. Vin Diesel had nothing on this guy. “You do not know who you are messing with.”
I struggled to maintain some sense of decorum, but I was pretty sure I squeaked. I cleared my throat and tried again. Badass vampire hunters did not squeak.
Damn, those eyes, that voice! He was turning me into a big puddle of melted goo without even breaking a sweat. My fingers itched to explore places other than his biceps. Not good.
“Sure, I do. You’re just another pathetic vampire hopped up on junkie blood.” Vampires were strong and fast, but not as strong or as fast as this one. Junkie blood was the only thing that explained it. Vamps couldn’t get high off drugs like humans, but they could get high if they took the blood of someone who was on drugs.
He pressed that rock hard body of his up against me and laughed softly in my ear. His laugh did things to me down low and my thighs clenched. My libido did a happy dance. Something it was definitely not supposed to do in the presence of a vampire. Come to think of it, my vampire radar wasn’t going off at all. What in blazes was this guy?
I thrust my chin out, hoping I looked tough and macho instead of the quivering mass of Jell-O I actually was. “You’re no vamp. Who are you?” My eyes narrowed. “ What are you?”
He grinned in a way that I was pretty sure was illegal in at least 14 different states then leaned forward to sniff me again before whispering in my ear, “Darlin’.” His rich voice was the stuff of dreams. “You’ve just found your Sunwalker.”
Well, hot damn.
***
After making me promise not to try killing him until we’d had a chance to talk, he led me to the nearest coffee shop. Common Grounds was a uniquely Portland experience and one of my favorite places to relax with a cup of coffee. It was stuffed full of comfy couches and mismatched mugs and smelled of roasted coffee beans and fresh grilled toast. Best of all, it was open from 5 a.m. to midnight. It would have been even better if it was a twenty-four hour place, but sometimes you just had to take what you could get.
Fortunately the place was nearly empty and we found a table far enough away from everyone that we wouldn’t be overheard. I couldn’t imagine what the other patrons would think of our conversation. Though it was the Hawthorne District. Creative weirdness was the norm. They’d probably think we were rehearsing for a play.
I was pretty sure the Sunwalker was humoring me with that whole promising-not-to-kill-him thing, since I was beginning to doubt my original plan to get the amulet and dust him was going to work. In fact, I wasn’t sure I could dust him. He was far too strong and fast, and that weird mind control thingy had me worried.
Nothing about this guy was anything like I expected. I’d imagined him as another run of the mill bloodsucker. Only one who could walk around in daylight. This guy was nothing like any vampire I’d ever seen.
The Sunwalker wasn’t a creepy monster that hung around in dark corners. No, this guy owned his space. I eyed his broad shoulders, muscular frame and seriously tight backside as he paced the room in front of the bank of windows overlooking the street.
Oh, yeah, I bet he owned anything he wanted to. An opinion no doubt shared by the barista who was ogling his butt as eagerly as I was. Poor girl was practically salivating. I surreptitiously checked to make sure I wasn’t doing the same.
The weirdest thing of all was that he felt familiar. I didn’t recognize him, so I knew I’d never seen him before. I never forgot a face. But it felt like I knew him, or that I should know him.
“OK.” I straightened my shoulders. No way was I letting this
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