Campaign manager -and vampire -Seamus Fox has had his fill of women, since he's been keeping tabs on his presidential candidate's wife and femaile entourage. But suddenly he finds himself obsessed with a mysterious stripper who dances behind a screen. The sultry, yet shy, Cara Kim whets his appetite for more.Leave it to Seamus to fall fangs over feet for that rarest of Vegas attractions - a good girl. After a sudden run in on the street, though, they may soon have a lot more in common...
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Cara couldn’t even imagine why she had thought it was a good idea to go out into the alley wearing jeans, flip flops, and a short satin robe. No bra. No cell phone. No purse.
She had lost her everlovin’ mind, and if she hadn’t been drinking bottled water only all night, she would swear she’d been drugged. It was the only explanation for why she was crouched in a corner watching Seamus Fox- if that was really his name- brawling with two fat guys in bad outfits.
And they weren’t just fighting. They were doing some freaky shit. At first it had looked like normal punches but then Seamus had gone all Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, doing moves that looked humanly impossible. He was like a blur in a black T-shirt, and at one point, she could absolutely swear he had actually risen vertically in the air.
She was too scared to move, afraid they might see her if she tried to sneak back in the door. Clearly even though Seamus was outnumbered, she wasn’t going to be of any assistance to him. Her major talents in life were dancing naked and animal care. Somehow she didn’t think doing a hip rock or clipping his nails would help Seamus at the moment. It would be best to leave them to their beating the crap out of each other thing, but Cara had retreated too far from the door to go back in without being seen.
Cara? Seamus called to her, shattering her illusion that she hadn’t been spotted.
Not to mention she was almost certain he hadn’t spoken out loud. Just in her head. She licked her lips nervously. What? she whispered tentatively, her lips moving automatically even if no sound came out.
Go back in the club, beautiful.
She fell back on her butt, startled that she could hear him so clearly in her head. Yet he wasn’t even looking at her. He was slamming one of the big guys into the brick wall.
I’m serious. They want to kill me. Get back inside.
It seemed like a good plan. Get back inside away from big, hairy men throwing punches. But for some reason her legs weren’t moving. Leaving Seamus all alone just didn’t seem right. She bit her fingernail nervously. If she ran toward the door, she could call 911 and get Seamus help. That would be the smartest thing to do.
She stood up, hugging the wall, staying in the shadows as she inched toward the door.
Right then Seamus leaped six feet in the air in the most unbelievable move Cara had ever seen and kicked one of the guys in the back of head. It should have dropped the big dude to the ground, but instead, he just growled and bared his teeth. The streetlight was right on his face and Cara had a perfect view of his face and mouth. Of his fangs.
“Arrghh,” she said involuntarily, covering her mouth with her hand. Those were not just exceptionally large canines. Those were fangs. And Seamus was leaping through the air like he had superpowers.
Something was very, very wrong here.
Now the big guy had seen her.
“Who are you?” he asked, getting back to his feet after kissing concrete. He took a step toward her, a leer on his face. He wasn’t as ugly as the other guy, who was currently in a headlock under Seamus’s armpit, but he looked stupid.
“Leave her be. I’ll wipe her memory,” Seamus said.
Excuse me? That didn’t sound pleasant. Cara started fast walking toward the door.
Stupid cut her off, stepping right in front of her escape path. His nostrils flared. “You smell good.”
Cara grimaced. That just didn’t sound like a compliment. But to prevent pissing him off, she murmured, “Thank you.”
If she ran the other way, toward the street, she could get help. She chanced a glance at Seamus. He still had the ugly guy in his grip, but was getting his head pounded against the wall in retaliation. Cara winced. That must hurt. That was brain damage in the making.
It was up to her to make a break for it. Especially since Stupid was leaning towards her, his mouth wide open.
“I bet you taste really good, too,” he said.
Eeew. Time to move it. “What’s that?” Cara asked, pointing behind the guy’s right shoulder.
“What?” He turned.
She ran like hell to the end of the alley and out into the street.
It was a good plan.
What she hadn’t factored in was the possibility of a car driving right in that particular spot.
She popped out with too much momentum to slow down, even as she realized an SUV was only a few feet from her. She felt the impact of the huge car like a massive shove, her brain rattling, her breath sucking right out of her lungs. Then she was hurtling through the air with nothing to hold onto, a scream stuck in her throat.
This could be a problem.
Cara landed, pain ripping through her entire body, crunching and jarring and tearing.
Then with great relief, she passed out.
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