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eBook Category: Erotica/Dark Fantasy
eBook Description: The year is 2067. Life on Earth is a mess thanks to global warming and the oil wars that devastated the environment, government, and the economy. But some things never change. Like the existence of bad guys, and the cops who hunt them down... Rachel Jones is a third-generation police detective who knows her mind, can take care of herself, and doesn't take crap from anyone. But when she discovers the serial killer she's hunting is, well, undead, it opens her eyes to a whole new segment of the underworld. A segment that comes to life only in the dark of night. Reluctantly, she turns to one of the killer's own kind for help, a vampire named River. But he makes it hard to focus on the job at hand. He weaves an erotic web around Rachel, enveloping her in a constant haze of sexual desire that leaves her wondering if her ally is the man of her dreams...or the very killer she hunts...

eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2006

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [735 KB], eReader (PDB) [144 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [124 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [110 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [129 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [173 KB], hiebook (KML) [324 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [162 KB], iSilo (PDB) [102 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [127 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [163 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [163 KB]
Words: 38567
Reading time: 110-154 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-59279-487-4

"Tell me your name," I gasped.

"Does it matter?"

His voice was intoxicating. It was all I could to do to respond ... yet it was important to me to at least know his name. To have something besides just the purely physical plane on which I could feel some connection with him. "Yes. It matters to me."

One of his hands stroked down over my belly, nudged between my legs, silently ordering me to spread them. When he cupped my mound, I wanted to sob.

He turned me and tugged me hard against him so my back was molded to his chest. Then he resumed his position of one hand fondling my bare breast, the other pressing, releasing, pressing my cunt. I let my head fall back against his shoulder. The bulge of his cock strained against my rear-end, and his lips found my ear, my neck. The wet tip of his tongue fucked the sensitive skin near my jugular, and it was a damned erotic sensation.

You want me, Rachel.

"Yes," I cried.

Why?

"Because I feel you. In my head. In my body. I ... I feel like I know you, but I don't know why."

Do you like the way I touch you?

"Gods, yes." I settled each of my hands over the top of his, urging him on. "I've wanted this."

I know.