Jess Vandermire, Vampire Hunter . . .
Tough vampire cop, Jess Vandermire, fights against her unholy brethren in New York City to protect the two men she loves more than life itself. But Jess is waging a personal war, too—to save the tiny shred of soul she has left. If she loses, so does the city . . .
New York City is in the grasp of a deadly, unseen enemy. But Lieutenant Jess Vandermire, New York City police officer, is uniquely specialized to recognize and fight this threat. It’s her job to forge a black ops team—a team that is tough and, if need be, expendable. Jess understands what she’s fighting and what’s at stake. For her, it’s all about retribution… until she recruits ex-cop John Brittain . . .
Suddenly, her priorities aren’t quite so easily definable. John Brittain has a chip on his shoulder and is as strong as they come. But is he ready for the whole truth? That combating “super” vampires whose primal need for blood and the addictive drug “Sunshine” is only the beginning of their problems?
Targeted Age Group:: 16+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I grew up watching Hammer Film productions (Christopher Lee, et al.) and it was only natural that I had a vampire series in me. LOL
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
When the story was forming in my imagination and I realized my heroine vampire cop had a brother who was a priest and who constantly tried to save her soul, I knew I had great angst.
JOHN BRITTAIN slapped the shot-glass onto the bar and stared into the empty glass until it started to blur. He pushed it away and waved off the approaching bartender. He’d had enough. He stood and headed for the door.
Outside, he shivered in the crisp air. The street was darker than usual. Whether he liked it or not, the cop in him never completely dropped his guard. Streetlights were out on the whole block. Not a good thing in a shadowy, criminally active neighborhood like this one. He’d report it anonymously when he got home.
Next to the brick wall on his right, something triggered his peripheral vision. His footsteps slowed, senses switching to full alert. Like velvet in the night, a woman came out of the shadows and brushed past him.
“Hello there, handsome,” she said, her sultry voice invading his senses.
“Not interested,” he muttered and continued down the sidewalk.
Dressed from head to toe in skintight black leather, looking like someone straight out of his long-ago teenage fantasies, the dark haired beauty leaned into him. She pressed her firm breasts against his chest and suggestively licked her delectable red lips.
If she was a hooker, this neighborhood was looking up.
“Looking for a good time tonight?” she asked.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Even though he tried not to touch her with his hands, too many other body parts were tingling on contact where her body touched his. Until he bumped into the wall behind him, he didn’t even realize she had him on the retreat.
With her hands propped on the wall on either side of his head and her mouth inches from his, she positioned herself so her pelvis made intimate contact against his. “I’m in the market for a man. Are you up for it?”
He sucked in a ragged breath and squinted at her, wishing for the second time tonight he hadn’t been drinking. Of course he was interested! He was a living, breathing male with libido fully intact. And right now every part of him was revved up and ready to rumble. As much as he didn’t want to do it, he let his gaze move down to the mounds of flesh crushed against him.
Once again the urge to touch became overpowering. He gritted his teeth. He, of all people, didn’t deserve a woman who looked like her. He had a self-prescribed penance to pay, and hooker or not, she was too much of a prize. He placed both hands on her arms and moved her gently away from him. “Look somewhere else, honey. I’m not in the market for little girls, no matter how pretty.”
She laughed. “How old do you think I am?”
His gaze traveled up her trim thighs. Then to her exquisite milky white skin where her cleavage tantalized him. With an exaggerated sigh he tore his gaze away and tried to focus on her dark eyes, but a sliver of pain shot through his left temple. He looked away. “Not old enough.”
“You might be surprised.” She ran two fingers along his jaw. “But, you’ve got ethics. That’s always good.”
“Honey, why don’t you go home and get your mother to tuck you into bed.”
“We’ll meet again.” She stepped away from him.
He turned to say something equally pointless but she’d disappeared into the shadows. He stared into the dark and squinted, but there was no one there. How the hell had she vanished so fast?
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