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Series: Love at Stake 7. Genres: Romance , Fantasy. I don't have to come running whenever the great Master snaps his fingers. Was she in trouble?

She would have arrived sooner if she'd been allowed to use her Vamp skill of teleportation, but the summons had warned her not to teleport inside Romatech.

Such an act would trigger the alarm, interrupt the meeting, and result in a hefty fine. So she'd driven from her nightclub in Hell's Kitchen with a detour first to Queens to pick up some costumes she'd had custom made. The traffic had been awful all the way to White Plains, leaving her much too tense. Damn, she didn't want to be here. She took a deep breath and fluffed up her spiky, purple-dyed hair. So I'm a few minutes late. What's forty-five minutes to an old goat like you?

She chafed at the thought of being considered amusing. She was tough, dammit. And he should have been insulted that she'd called him an old goat. Connor Buchanan didn't look a day over thirty. She would have considered him very handsome if he hadn't fussed at her so much over the years. She adjusted the black, braided whip she wore around her waist. I'm a businesswoman now. I'm late because I had to open the club and run some errands. And I need to get back to work soon. Connor looked unimpressed.

I'm already late. How many times had he reprimanded her for flirting with the guards at Roman's townhouse? Well, just one guard. A deliciously handsome day guard.

As far as Vanda was concerned, that old rule needed to be tossed out. Ian had gotten involved with his mortal guard, Toni, and her love for him hadn't weakened her one bit. In fact, her love had empowered her, enabling her to kill Jedrek Janow in spite of the Malcontent's attempt to stop her with vampire mind control. However, when it came to security at Romatech Industries, Connor had good reason to cling to his precious rules.

Since the nasty Malcontent vampires hated the friendly, law-abiding, bottle-drinking Vamps, they also hated Romatech, where the bottled blood was manufactured. They'd managed to bomb Romatech three times in the past.

Vanda sighed. Do you think I would blow myself up? Do I look crazy to you? She was in trouble. God, she hated embarrassment. It made her feel weak and small, and she'd sworn never to feel vulnerable again. She lifted her chin and glared at Connor. For Freddie the Fireman. That's his personal fire hose.

He pulled out a sparkly flesh-colored thong with fake ivy twisted around the tube. Terrance the Turgid is doing an ode to Tarzan. He'll swing across the stage on a vine while he's stripping. Come on, Connor. You never wanted to take your clothes off in front of some pretty girls? I'm too busy trying to keep Roman and his family alive. If ye havena noticed, we're at the brink of war with the Malcontents. And if ye havena heard, their leader Casimir is somewhere in America.

My club was attacked last December. She tried not to think about it. If she did, the thoughts would mushroom into bigger, more horrid memories. And she had no intention of reliving them. Life was simple and pleasant at the Horny Devils nightclub, where gorgeous men danced in skimpy costumes, and pints of Bleer could leave the coldest of Vamps feeling warm and fuzzy.

Each night could pass without pain as long as she concentrated on work and kept the past firmly locked in a mental coffin. Days were even easier, for death-sleep was painless and nightmare-free. She could go on like this for centuries if people would just leave her the hell alone.

Connor gave her a sympathetic look. He said ye fought bravely. It was hard on the fangs. She grabbed her handbag and swung it onto her shoulder. How much trouble am I in? I know the way. The unpleasant smell of antiseptic cleanser couldn't completely mask the delicious aroma of blood. The mortal workers at Romatech manufactured synthetic blood all day.

That blood was shipped openly to hospitals and blood banks, and secretly to Vamps. Roman Draganesti invented synthetic blood in , and in recent years, he'd come up with Vampire Fusion Cuisine. On weeknights, Vamp employees worked at Romatech, making lovely drinks such as Chocolood, Bleer, Blissky, or Blood Lite for those who overindulged.

The combined scent of all these drinks lingered in the air. Vanda took a deep, satisfying sniff to soothe her frazzled nerves. Her superior Vamp hearing caught the sound of crackling static. She glanced back and spotted Connor standing by the double doors. He was watching her progress with a walkie-talkie in his hand. Did he suspect she'd make a run for it?

It was awfully tempting to teleport to the parking lot and speed away in her black Corvette. No wonder he'd confiscated her keys. She could always teleport straight home. But they knew where she lived and where she worked. There was no running away from coven law. As she neared the meeting hall, Vanda's steps slowed. If Roman had some kind of complaint against her, why hadn't he approached her in private?

Why humiliate her in front of the other bigwigs in the coven? Connor's softly accented voice carried down the long hallway.

Let me talk to him. Vanda wobbled on her heels. Phil Jones was back in New York? The last she'd heard he was in Texas. Not that she was interested. He was just a mortal. But an incredibly handsome and interesting mortal. He'd spent five years as one of the day guards at Roman's townhouse when she'd lived there with the harem. Most of the mortal guards had considered the harem a silly bunch of nameless, undead women, connected to their real charge, Roman Draganesti.

They had rated the harem's value somewhere below Roman's artwork and priceless antiques. Phil Jones was different. He'd learned their names and treated them like real people. Vanda had tried flirting with him a few times, but Connor, that old grouch, always put a stop to it. Phil had followed the rule of noninvolvement and kept his distance - easy enough to do when he was usually at night school or asleep when she was awake; and she was dead during the day, when he was awake.

Even so, she'd suspected that he was attracted to her. Or maybe she'd just wanted him to be.


Forbidden Nights with a Vampire (Love at Stake Series #7)

Series: Love at Stake 7. Genres: Romance , Fantasy. I don't have to come running whenever the great Master snaps his fingers. Was she in trouble? She would have arrived sooner if she'd been allowed to use her Vamp skill of teleportation, but the summons had warned her not to teleport inside Romatech.


Book Review – Forbidden Nights with a Vampire by Kerrelyn Sparks

As the owner of a hot nightclub, she's more unconventional than most of her fellow vampires, and if some think her a little out of control, then so be it. But after three former employees filed a complaint about her temper, Vanda is sentenced to an anger management class. Worse, Phil Jones agreed to be her sponsor. Phil, the mortal who is forbidden to her. If Vanda knew who—or what—Phil really is, she'd reconsider her attraction to him, for his true nature is wilder than anything she'd ever imagined. He has tackled the beast within and now is the perfect person to help Vanda with her rage. But with rogue vamps on the loose, will they ever have their forbidden nights?


Forbidden Nights with a Vampire

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