Desire After Dark. Amanda Ashley
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Название: Desire After Dark
Автор: Amanda Ashley
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
isbn: 9781420111682
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BLOOD LUST
Moving on, he turned down the street where Victoria lived. Her house was dark. A thought took him to her bedroom window. The sound of her breathing, low and even, told him that she, too, was asleep. He felt the prick of his fangs against his tongue as he listened to the steady beat of her heart, the thrum of blood moving through her veins. It aroused a hunger in him like none he had ever known before.
The affairs of the world no longer held any importance for him. His whole world had narrowed to only two things—the need for blood and the necessity of keeping this true identity a secret from mankind. Which reminded him that there was a vampire hunter in town…
DESIRE AFTER DARK
AMANDA ASHLEY
ZEBRA BOOKS
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ISBN: 1-4201-1166-3
For the real Vicki,
because she didn’t get the hero the last time.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Epilogue
Chapter 1
It wasn’t easy, destroying a vampire. Even when you found one tucked into his coffin at high noon, he didn’t always go down without a fight.
Tom Duncan stared down at the body laid out in the satin-lined coffin. Edward Ramsey’s body. Once, Ramsey had not only been Duncan’s best friend, but he had also been the best vampire hunter in the business. Fearless. Relentless. But now Edward Ramsey was one of the Undead. And as such, he was filth, an aberration.
As such, he had to be destroyed.
Murmuring, “Sorry, old buddy,” Duncan placed the sharp point of a hawthorn stake over Ramsey’s heart.
He lifted the hammer, prepared to strike the blow that would destroy the monster his friend had become, when Ramsey’s eyes flew open. Hissing, his eyes blazing like the fires of hell, Ramsey exploded out of the coffin, his fangs bared, his bony fingers curved like claws.
Duncan howled with outrage as Ramsey wrestled him to the ground, screaming with terror as Ramsey’s fangs pierced his skin, sinking deep into his throat….
Tom Duncan bolted upright in bed, the sound of his own cries echoing in his ears.
Dammit! Sometimes it just didn’t pay to go to bed at night.
Rising, he padded barefooted into the hotel room’s tiny kitchen, switched on the light, and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. After uncapping the container, he took a long drink.
Damn, he hated that dream.
Returning to the bedroom, he pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black T-shirt, slipped his feet into a pair of sandals, grabbed a jacket, and left the hotel.
Outside, he took several deep breaths, chasing the last vestiges of the nightmare from his mind. Feeling somewhat better, he strolled down the street, enjoying the quiet of the night. It was peaceful, so peaceful. In spite of the chill in the air, he passed a number of people on the street and nodded at a group of teenagers gathered in front of a bowling alley. He waved to an elderly couple sitting side by side on a swing in their front yard. They looked to be in their late sixties or early seventies, and he wondered how long they had been married and how many kids and grandkids they had.
With a shake of his head, he rounded the corner. What the devil was the matter with him, wondering about such mundane things? Once he had decided to be a vampire hunter, he had put all thought of marriage and kids out of his mind. Few vampire hunters had families. A wife and children could too easily be taken hostage or used for revenge by an angry vampire. He had made his decision to remain single and he had never regretted it. He didn’t know why he was thinking of it now. Maybe he was just getting maudlin in his old age.
He grunted СКАЧАТЬ