Do you love vampires? I do. I’d originally planned to make my Dalakis series a trilogy, but it ended up taking five books to tell the whole story. Book 4 is ETERNAL BROTHERS!
When an anonymous late-night tip sends reporter Sophia Daring to the cemetery, she isn’t prepared for what she finds there—a grisly murder scene and the body of a woman completely drained of blood. Sophia’s never been scared off a story before, but this time all the clues point to one disturbing conclusion: this was the work of the mysterious and dangerous Dalakis brothers. And just as unsettling for the fiercely independent Sophia is the irresistible pull of the stranger also working the case, the sensually compelling Zane York.
A ex-cop, Zane has made it his personal mission to prove that the secretive Dalakis family are powerful vampires and ruthless killers. But when his investigation takes him to New Orleans and their latest victim, he begins to suspect that the Dalakis are being framed by an enemy as dark and mysterious as they are. And even as he struggles with his doubts about the family, there’s no doubt about his hungry response to the hauntingly beautiful Sophia. He knows he must make her his own, whatever the cost.
As the smoldering chemistry between Sophia and Zane ignites in a delirious haze of passion, they will find themselves immersed in the Dalakis family secrets and the trail of murder that leads to their door. And as their fears and suspicions war with an unquenchable desire, she and Zane will discover that a secret from the past may pose the deadliest threat yet . . .
This is a revised edition of a previous published book.
Ever cautious, she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse where it sat on the small hutch situated just inside the front door. After what she’d seen last night, it would be stupid not to be careful. She still had no idea if the person who’d called her had been the murderer, but the police thought it was likely. With her finger on the speed dial for the cops, she looked through the peephole.
“Who is it?” Whoever was out there was standing to one side of the door so she couldn’t see them.
“My name is Zane York. I’m a cop.”
So she was right. Sophia leaned her head against the hard surface of the door and cursed softly. She so did not need this right now. Glancing down at her less-than-professional attire, she sighed. “This isn’t a good time.” Maybe he’d go away.
“I won’t stay long. I just have a few questions.”
Nope, he definitely wasn’t going to go away. Knowing that she really had no choice, she undid all the locks and dragged the door open. “I didn’t think you guys had any questions left that you hadn’t . . .” The word “asked” was lost as her mouth dropped open and she stared at the man standing outside her door.
Gorgeous was just too weak a word. Primal, maybe. Dangerous, definitely. Her gaze roved upward. He had to be almost a foot taller than her. Okay, maybe that was a stretch, but not by much. He was just so darn big that he appeared huge. The man was definitely a couple of inches over six feet. His shoulders seemed to fill the entire doorway and stretched the seams of his tight black T-shirt.
His face was a work of art. His cheekbones were high, his jaw was strong, but not quite square. He had full lips that were set in a serious line. His hair was as black as a raven’s wing and looked just as soft. It was cut short, but she wanted to run her fingers through it. His eyes were a surprise. A muddy brown in color, they didn’t seem to suit the rest of his face, but his lashes were black and thick.
There was an animal magnetism that seemed to roll off the man, a barely suppressed need for action that pulsed just below the surface. He sighed, waiting not quite patiently as she perused him. Too bad. He’d have to wait. Speaking was beyond her at this moment.
She caught a whiff of him and almost moaned with pleasure. Damn, he smelled fantastic. She wanted to bury her face in the curve of his neck and just inhale. She’d never had this kind of immediate reaction to any man in her entire life.
At least not to any living, breathing man. The phantom lover in her dreams was a whole other story. He was the only other man she’d ever had this kind of reaction to and he wasn’t real. Pheromones, yeah, that was it. It had to be pure chemistry. If she could bottle whatever this man exuded, she could make a fortune. The urge to tear off her clothes, throw herself onto the floor, and offer herself to this man was almost overwhelming.
Her breathing was getting shallower and she felt slightly dizzy. Her breasts were swollen and aching, the tips hard pebbles pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top. But it was nothing compared to the throbbing heat between her thighs. She wanted to arch her hips against the hardness pressing against the front of his jeans. Oh yeah, he was as aroused as she was. And from what she could see, he had a rather impressive bulge there.
She’d certainly never seen this man before. A woman would never forget a man this hot.