A Hidden Fire (Elemental Mysteries, #1)

by Elizabeth Hunter

What do you think I am?” She remembered the first night they had met, and his inhuman speed that beat her elevator to the lobby. “You—you’re fast.” He nodded. “I’m very fast. And very strong.” She thought back to his pale face glowing on Dia de los Muertos. “Your skin…it’s pale. Really pale. And I’ve never seen you during the day.” “And you never will,” he murmured in the pulsing blue light. Her breathing picked up as a growing suspicion began to take shape. Her voice wavered a little as she continued, “I’ve never seen you eat or drink…anything.” Her heart pounded when he looked at her through the dark hair that had fallen into his eyes. “I can eat, a little, but I don’t need food to survive.” “Because,” she swallowed, “you drink…I mean, you’re a…”

twilight anyone?

I don’t have to work, but immortality is dreadfully boring for the idle rich, so I try to keep myself occupied.

“Your ‘cold spells’ are balmy spring weather compared to my mountains. I’m packing my loudest Hawaiian shirts.” He winced. “Please no.” “I just ordered a new one. Had it shipped to your place. Lots of pink flowers on it. Should clash nicely with my hair.”

a relationship with a five hundred-year-old vampire, who probably wanted to drink her blood more than he wanted to cuddle, was the textbook definition of unhealthy. On second thought, she was pretty sure most textbooks didn’t cover that one.

“Silly B, love is friendship. Just with less clothes, which makes it far more brilliant.”