Determined to have fun and relieve some of the stress from her job, Nevada Justice decides to take a vacation to one of the few all-vampire cities in the U.S., Vampiropolis.

What she doesn’t count on is meeting vampire Lucian Sandros and having a hot, steamy affair with him -- or falling in love. But it can’t last, can it? After all, this was just a fling in Vampiropolis. Now it’s time to go home.

What will Nevada do when Lucian hunts her down in Normalville to claim her for his own?

The pub buzzed with life. Activity was everywhere in the bar, and this was where Nevada wanted to be. Taking a seat at the bar, she waited for the bartender to notice her. In awe of just how many bottles were stacked on the wall, she couldn’t help but wonder how they got to the topmost. There was so much about vampires she didn’t know. Did they really float, or was that a myth? Did they need to drink blood all the time or only once in a while?
“What will it be, miss?”
Startled, she looked up to find the kind-faced bartender looking her over. She blushed at his scrutiny. “I’ll try the Silver Kiss, please.”
He grinned. “One Silver Kiss coming up for the beautiful lady.”
“Thank you.”
“No thanks required.”
She turned around to look over the pub. There were people playing pool and darts, standing around tables drinking or eating.
“Here you go, Blood Kiss, one Silver Kiss.”
“Blood Kiss?” She took a sip of the clear drink in a martini glass and her eyes widened and her taste buds exploded. She could taste sweetness, fruit and something salty, and the afterburn of the alcohol was nice.
“That’s what we call normals here -- Blood Kiss. It’s an endearment.”
“Oh.” She blushed again.
“How’s your drink?”
“Delicious! This is really, really good.”
“A Silver Stake Pub specialty.”
She slowly savored her drink and once she was done, she ordered another one, much to the bartender’s amusement. “You can call me Shawn by the way, Blood Kiss.”
“Okay, Shawn.”
“And you can put all her drinks on my bill.”
She shivered. Her nipples hardened as a man’s voice cascaded over her body. She turned to the source of the sexy voice and her jaw dropped.
Standing right next to her was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. He was tall -- had to be at least 6' 9" -- with long ash blond hair in a braid down his back. She could see earrings with a variety of feathers and hoops along his ear. His lips were sensuous and full, and he showed off a row of bright white teeth. He reached over and brushed back a strand of her hair. “I’m Lucian Sandros.”
He had pale, hooded ice green eyes, and she noticed he had a faint tan. How did he tan? He was a vampire, right? He leaned forward and she inhaled the scent of pine.
“I like the sun just like anyone else.”
His breath tickled her ear and she shivered. “You read my mind.” She cursed herself for sounding so breathless.
“Are you asking or telling me I read your mind? And yes, if you’re asking.”
She jerked back. “Don’t do that. Get out of my head.”
“Nevada, interesting name.”
“I said, get out of my head.”
“Sorry, I just wanted to know your name.”
“You could have asked.” She turned back toward the bar, picked up her drink and took a sip.
He leaned forward, brushing back her hair over her shoulder, whispering in her ear again. “Would you have told me if I asked?”
“Maybe.” She tried to ignore the way his nearness was making her crazy. Her stomach tightened, her panties were soaked, and her pussy clenched, wanting to be filled. Her body had never reacted this way.
“So where is your boyfriend this fine evening? Why would he let a beauty like you out on your own?”
“I don’t need a man to escort me anywhere.”
“So, you’re single.”
“I never said that.”
“You don’t have to say it.”
“And why don’t I have to say that?” She turned her head to find him only a breath away from her face. She jerked her head back but he leaned forward and kissed her.