License to Bite (New Orleans Nocturnes, #1)

by Carrie Pulkinen

“It feels like I’m giving birth to a bowling ball through my nose. Are my nostrils dilated? I think it’s crowning.”

She was gorgeous, immortal, and the only things that could kill her were stakes to the heart, beheading, and sunlight, which, to be honest, already killed a lot of people anyway.

She giggled and glanced at his pants. “I remember. Vlad wanted to come out and play.” He opened his mouth to respond, but as her words sank in, he paused. “Did you just name my dick Vlad?” “It’s fitting. If the death sleep hadn’t pulled me under, I might have let him impale me.”