Intrigued by her mysterious neighbor, Susanna doesn’t understand the attraction between them. Overcome with sadness and unhappy with her life, could he be just the thing she’s looking for?

Declan’s afraid she’ll turn him away once she discovers he’s a vampire. But he can’t deny the attraction, or the hunger…

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Cherokee Gives Shadow Four Coffeecups!

“Ms. Erickson composes a tale that carried me down a smooth pathway with its gentle flowing read. The way she described Declan’s voice was absolutely captivating in this blazing story.”

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She should leave. Just get up, walk out of the room and never look back. The air in the club, specifically in the very room she sat in, was thick with mystery, heavy with unmistakable desire. A desire she shouldn’t feel, couldn’t feel. Not with this man who watched her with all-seeing eyes. His gaze was upon her this very minute, she could feel it and she lifted her head, found him watching her unabashedly.

“You’re beautiful.”

Her cheeks heated and she tore her gaze away from his. “Flattery isn’t necessary. I’m sure you meet endless beautiful women here every night.”

“None as lovely as you.” Sincerity rang clear in his deep voice and she dared to look at him again, their gazes locking, leaving her breathless.

“Why did your friend leave?”

Declan scowled and stood, approaching the couch with sure, measured steps. She leaned back against the soft plump cushions as he loomed over her, his big body blocking everything out but a glimmer of light outlining his shape.

“He wanted to give us privacy.”

“Why?” She whispered the word, startling when he sat next to her, so close his thigh pressed against hers. She felt the heat of his body, the hardness of his muscles.

He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “If I told you what he said to me, you wouldn’t believe it.”

“Try me.”

“No.” Shaking his head, he leaned towards her, his warm breath fanning across her lips. “I’d rather try you in another way.”

His mouth swooped in, taking hers with a gentle hunger and she could do nothing but whimper deep in her throat, giving in without a fight. How easily she caved as his tongue swept into her mouth, searching, dancing with hers. Large hands grasped her shoulders, pushing her deeper into the plush cushions of the couch. His wide chest brushed against hers, like a direct scrape against her aching nipples and she slipped her arms around him, marveling at the strength she felt as her hands slid up and down his back.

Declan broke the kiss, staring down at her for a moment, his breathing ragged, lips parted. He dipped his head, pressing his face against the base of her throat. “Your taste is like a drug.” His murmured words tickled when he spoke against her skin.