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316 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 8, 2016
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Not so bad, I guess*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“I have been fighting vampires for nearly a millennium. I have every possible means to kill a vampire at my disposal, but I have yet to decide which way your death would please me most.” A sinful smile crossed the man’s face and it was Matthew’s turn to be stunned. Just how old was he? Had he been fighting vampires for his entire life? If so, that placed him at nearly a thousand.
Suddenly thirty-nine didn’t seem so old. Matthew stopped aging the night he had been turned and wondered if other vampires counted their human years in their age. If not, he was seven. No wonder the man had been so shocked Matthew could break away from whatever he had been doing to him.
A slave to his hunger, he was still unable to sate his thirst. The first year had been terrible for him and he’d taken a life nearly every night.
All it took was for a human to pass too close to him and his world would melt into the wonderful fragrance of blood…the flow of it pumping through their veins…the thud of their heartbeat…
Whenever he’d hunted, Matthew would silently beg for his prey to escape, but they never got away from him. By the time a human realized what he was—and understood the danger they were in—it was too late.
They fought.
They screamed.
They begged.
They died.
And he loved it.
And he hated himself for loving it.
“He wanted to lick every one of Tarrick’s wounds to taste his blood and speed along the healing process. He wanted to place his bite marks on Tarrick’s neck. Fuck. Matthew wanted to ravage the incubus in every way possible. He wanted to fuck him and destroy him all at once.”





