Gabby wanted Dracula...instead, she got fangs...
Gabby is on the prowl. Party after party she's been looking for Dracula. What is up with the fact that no one wants to play dress up and go neck to neck with her? Men, they were all chicken to be afraid of Ze Mistress of Darkness didn't they know she would be a fantasy come to life?
Then at the last Halloween party of the season she meets Demonte and he is the last thing she ever expected. Fangs included.
Dracula took a step forward and invaded her personal space, and kept staring at her with those wicked green eyes. Then he leaned down and took a whiff of her neck. What in the hell? She took a step back. "Okay, what was that all about?"
"Mmm…You smell as good as you look." He took another step closer. "Don't move. I'm not going to drink your blood," His lips curved upward in a seductive smile showing elongated pearly white canines. "Yet."
Damn, the man's voice played her like a violin. He had to be the sexiest thing she'd seen in weeks, no, make that years, or maybe… ever. She didn't move when he came close again. She didn't want to move, she wanted to see what he'd do next. Her pulse kicked over into double time as a lean finger traced the line of collar bone. Yikes, she felt that one down to her toes.