“I don’t know what the f**k you are, lady, but I’ll put a bullet in your heart if you come at me again.”

I don’t know what the f**k you are.

Fear had her heart racing because she didn’t know, either.

The hunger was ripping her apart. One more drink, one more …

She had to get away from the cop. If she didn’t, Nicole was very afraid that even the threat of a bullet wouldn’t keep her from his throat.

She’d never hurt anyone in her life, until tonight. Now one man was dead and another man’s throat was torn open and his blood tempted her.

She pushed to her feet.

“Don’t move.” His gun trembled a bit. “Unless you want a bullet in your chest, just … don’t … move.” He expelled a rough rasp of air. “Hell, you did this same routine on that poor bastard, didn’t you? You lured him in here, then went right for his throat.”

No. He’d gone for hers. He’d attacked with dark eyes and fangs like some bad horror movie vampire or something.

Vampire.

Her body iced.

Fangs. Blood. Thirst.

No. No!

I don’t know what the f**k you are.

That damn pounding filled her ears. Calling. Urging her to take another bite.

Escape. She wasn’t going to kill a cop. She wasn’t drinking blood! Nicole spun away and ran toward the square.

“No! Dammit, stop!”

Nicole couldn’t stop. Her teeth were fangs, her nails were sharpening into claws, and something was very, very wrong. Tears trekked down her cheeks as she raced for safety.

“I said stop!”

The bullet hit her in the back, but Nicole kept going. She didn’t cry out—too scared, too fueled by panic and the choking terror.

She ran faster as she thundered through the nearby square. Then she snaked through the streets. The sights blurred around her as she pushed herself faster, faster …

And all the while, his words echoed in her mind.

I don’t know what the f**k you are.

She glanced at the claws—claws that had formed from her short fingernails.

Claws.

Fangs.

Consuming thirst for blood.

Oh, God. The cop might not know what she was, but Nicole was very, very afraid that she did. And she was also afraid that she’d soon be just like the bastard who’d attacked her.

A killer. A monster.

A vampire.

CHAPTER ONE

Six months later …

When the woman with the midnight-black hair and dark red lips strolled into the cantina, he knew his hunt was finally at an end.

Keenan lifted the tequila to his lips, barely feeling the fire of the liquid as he tossed it down his throat. It had been a long hunt, but after all this time, he’d found her.

Nicole St. James.

The only charge who’d ever escaped him. The woman that, sure as the devil, had changed his life. The rage began to heat his blood because it shouldn’t have been like this. Not for him. Not for her.

He slammed the glass down on the countertop. She hadn’t even glanced his way. She’d just sauntered to the old, scarred tables in the back. What was she doing?

Nicole St. James was a schoolteacher. She was a woman who wore long skirts and loose, gauzy tops. She wasn’t a woman who wore torn and faded blue jeans, jeans so tight they hugged her thighs and hips, and she didn’t wear tops like that—tops that barely covered her br**sts and left her midriff bare.

Too much flesh.

He yanked his gaze back up. Did she even realize how much danger surrounded her? And why was the woman in Mexico? She should have been home in New Orleans, enjoying the life he’d given her.

The one he’d sacrificed so much to make certain she had.

But no, she was leaning over some man and skimming her fingers down the guy’s tanned neck as she whispered to him.

Seduction.

The man rose, laughing, and turned away from his friends. Someone called out, “Mamacita!” as Nicole and the man disappeared through the small back door.

Keenan’s shoulders straightened as he rose from this chair. Okay, so he’d expected … more. The woman hadn’t even glanced his way. Not once. She’d found her stud, taken his hand, and led the guy right outside.

Eyes narrowing, Keenan stalked after them. The man could find another lover. He had plans for Nicole St. James.

He didn’t bother going out softly. Keenan wanted them to know he was coming. He shoved his palm against the door and the wood splintered beneath his touch.

Then he was outside. The night air, thick with humidity and musky with the scent of wild animals, hit him. One more step forward and Keenan caught the soft whispers in the air.




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