Calling all Halloween lovers! What if Buffy the Vampire Slayer met The X-Files? That’s the question at the heart of DARKNESS CALLS, the first book in my dark vampire suspense series and one of my personal favorites.
Vampires Romance Deadly danger Paranormal mysteries
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Teaser
A dark vampire romance filled with danger, desire, and high-stakes suspense.
FBI Agent Diana Reyes is hunting a killer when she crosses paths with Ryder Latimer—a powerful, seductive vampire hiding centuries of secrets. Their explosive chemistry pulls her into a world of paranormal danger, forbidden attraction, and deadly obsession. As the case closes in, Diana must decide if she can trust the immortal man who could save her… or destroy her.
Perfect for fans of vampire romance, fated mates, paranormal suspense, and dark, addictive love stories.
Excerpt
His was a life filled only with empty dreams, if one could call those fleeting thoughts in a vampire’s sleepless nights dreams. His existence was without end and ruled by a loneliness that made each day harder to bear than the one before.
High above the crowd, Ryder Latimer smelled the sting of the alcohol as the humans drank and spilled it in copious amounts in their search for oblivion or nirvana. Acrid smoke from cigarettes floated high into the air, and in that hazy cloud were the underlying tones of sweat. Sweat laced with lust, he thought, sniffing the air and detecting the pheromone the humans exuded as they played their pitiful mating rituals.
Scents, he had discovered, were important to a vampire. Musks and other aromas literally brought out the beast in him. He normally avoided the smells, but it was tough to do in a crowd as large as this.
This far up, the sounds of the band and the crowd were garbled. Indistinct. A low buzz, like static, and a heavy thumping vibration from the bass of the music. An insistent lub-dub lub-dub, like the beat of a heart.
Ryder closed his eyes, placed his hands on the metal railing of the catwalk and the vibrations traveled up his arms. He took a deep breath, absorbing the smells. Soaking everything up as if by doing so he could restore a small part of the life he had lost when a strange turn of events during the Civil War had condemned him to this solitary life. It was a fleeting moment, the human scents and sounds racing through him, enervating him as he stood near the ceiling of the club.
In no time, however, Ryder was back to normal, watching like a disinterested deity, bored by the repetition of the activity below. Every night the same scene was replayed. Until tonight.
He had discovered in this morning’s paper that there was some killing going on in that mob of humans. The murderer had struck last week and then a few nights ago. Maybe he would hunt another soon, Ryder thought, glancing down and wondering who might be the next one to be taken. Who might become another trophy for the psycho stalking his club. The papers hadn’t mentioned The Lair, but Ryder had no doubt it was here that the hunt was on.
