Guess who’s coming to dinner—fangs and all?
Professor Nefertari Smith, daughter of the Fifth Satan, may have just met her match. And, evidently, he’s a stalker.
Though she takes great pains to hide her immortal “condition”, it didn’t stop intensely handsome DNA researcher Jasper Grayson from finding his way to her door. If Mr. Tall-dark-and-handsome learns of her demon heritage, he may expose her family to notoriety they can’t afford.
Jasper isn’t looking for a test subject. He’s looking for a life partner who can last more than a few paltry decades—an essential quality for a vampire’s mate. Tari’s genetic profile excites him in more ways than one. He just needs another sample of her DNA to be sure she is his match. And he knows a highly pleasurable way to get it.
One kiss, and suddenly the haze of lust makes it hard to remember the warning about vampires and other immortals. But soon the consequences of their union are all too clear. Tari’s immortality is draining away—along with her life.
The only way to save her is to face her father with the truth…and pray the Fifth Satan is in a good mood.
Product Warnings
This book best served with a bottle of red, dim lighting and a good sense of humor.
Copyright © 2010 Ciar Cullen
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
“Professor Smith, come here.” Grayson patted the spot next to him on the loveseat. “Please.”
“Damn.”
“Right. We both know that wasn’t a dog at your window. Nor an ex-girlfriend of mine. I think I’ve put you in danger. And since I’d like to continue dating you…or start dating you…I’d like you to live a while longer.”
“I think you’re a little confused and unnecessarily worried.” Tari sighed and plopped next to Grayson. “You’d like to date me? I thought this was about my DNA.”
“I’m not much of a worrier, and I’m rarely confused, but I must say you seem to have pushed my boundaries on both.”
Tari dared to look into his beautiful hazel eyes, which softened a bit when she did. “You know about the bet on campus? The female professors think you’ll be voted sexiest man alive before you win a Nobel Prize. Isn’t that funny? You’re not laughing.”
“Is that supposed to be flattering? I guess it is. What’s your bet?”
“About even. Go ahead, what do you want to know? Oh, never mind, I’ll tell you. Her name is Samantha. I call her Sam.”
“Who?”
“The…thing.” Tari thumbed towards the window. “The thing that sent you running in here. Sam has been with me for as long as I can remember. You know how many children have imaginary friends? They say it’s a sign of intelligence, really. In my case…” Are you sure? This means the end. Another move, another job. And no Grayson. You’ll just drift into the night, and he’ll never find you. What a shame, look at him.
“It’s yours? I thought it was mine.” Now he really looked upset. “It had…well, you know, teeth.”
“I saw that. She takes on different looks, depending on what…she…” Icy fingers crawled up Tari’s back and gave her gooseflesh. No. Ridiculous.
“Go on.” He narrowed his eyes and leaned closer.
“Samantha warns me when she thinks I might be in danger. Sometimes she’ll take the form of the danger.”
“I’m not dangerous. Not to you.” He waved away the notion impatiently. “Not to anyone, at least not anymore. I haven’t…done that…in a long time.”
“Done what? Who are you?”
Grayson sniffed out a little laugh and laced his fingers in a strand of Tari’s hair, pulled it to his nose, and rubbed between his fingers. “You’re lovely, really beautiful. It would have been splendid, you know? I’m a fool. I understand now, why I was so insanely excited. It gets lonely sometimes.” He laughed again. “Wow, very manly of me on a first and last date. Talking about my poor psychological state.”
“What gets lonely?” It does, I know. Oh. My. God. “What you are? What are you?”
“You tell me.”
They locked gazes, and the earth shifted a bit. Lost deep in his eyes, ready to lean in and kiss him before he tore all hope apart, Tari jumped when he spoke.
“Say it. Say it out loud.” He winked.
“Oh, come on, Grayson. Really? That’s the best you can do? I haven’t seen that movie since I was fifteen. I had the mug, the poster, the sheets, T-shirt, necklace…you name it. But—and this is very important—I’m not fifteen anymore.”
“I’m relieved, because that would mean I’ve been stalking a minor.”
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