By Savannah Russe
The govt. is familiar with that Daphne city is a vampire, they usually have an ultimatum: undercover agent for them, or be killed. the alternative is straightforward. she will be able to converse thirteen languages, has a genius IQ, and has escaped detection for almost years-making her ideal for crew Darkwing. Her first project is to get with regards to Bonaventure, a shady hands broker with an unforeseen present for seduction. but if Darius, a darkly horny vampire slayer, starts chasing her, Darius is torn among wish and responsibility. For his lithe, younger prey is usually his final temptation.
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Get hold of yourself, girl, I reminded myself. You're on the job here. Make polite conversation and see what you can find out. So I went on: "I've also listened to Emmylou Harris for years. Annie Lennox, too, and Johnette Napolitano; you know, her group was Concrete Blonde. " "You're kidding," he said, his face lighting up and looking a lot younger. "Me too. " You ever go to any of their concerts? They had a Northeast tour in the midnineties. Johnette also did a concert with the Talking Heads here in New York; I think it was in 1996 or 1997.
My head went back against the wall and I made a soft, happy moan. His lips touched my stomach above the waistband of my jeans. His hands were around my waist; then they were lifting me. He swung me into his arms. The living room held the soft illumination of the city lights, enough to show Darius where the sofa was. He carried me there. He put me down gently. I half sat up and struggled out of my coat, ripped off my sweater, and threw them both on the floor. Darius slid out of his leather jacket, his eyes fixed on me.
They were nice eyes, in a handsome face. The hand on my arm held firm, but he was taking care not to hurt me. In fact, his hand felt warm and good. Finally I sat back down. "You've got one more chance to convince me you're not a lunatic," I said. "Listen, about the vampire thing," he said. "I tell you they're real, and for a couple of reasons I wasn't sure about you. Then you went to that spa. You came out looking as if you just flew in from the Caribbean. Vampires can't handle the light of tanning beds.
Beyond the Pale by Savannah Russe