“Storm, we’re working the Chatty Catty Club tonight to catch Bruce
Tripp in the act. Edie’s ready to rip me apart because we haven’t
produced any damning pictures. Doesn’t your friend Falco bounce
Storm frowned and glared out the window at the illuminated main drag of New Haven, Ohio. The neon
highlighted the front row of stores and the silvery sidewalk
stretching into the distance, but he didn’t need the enhanced
Being a vampire hyper charged his senses. He could see things at
great distances, feel the tiniest pinprick on his supersensitive
skin, and hear every conversation in a crowded bar. He didn’t need
the work as a private investigator—being immortal gave him a lot of
time to save up his resources. Then again, to stay under the radar,
he didn’t stick to one profession for more than a few years.
Blending in worked just fine, until he met Stevie.
Stevie managed to whip his sense of smell and taste into warp drive.
The sweet scent of her fear knotted his insides. He didn’t want her
to be afraid when they were on the cusp of catching yet another
cheating spouse. What was the true reason for her apprehension? He
yearned to climb into her mind and help ease her fears.
For the night to go smoothly, he needed to pull his thoughts away
from Stevie and continue mentally prepping. Their current client,
the ever-exciting Edie Tripp, was just that—a trip and a pain in the
ass. She made his brain ache. She suspected her husband of cheating
with his secretary and wanted Storm and Stevie to catch him in the
act, or as close to ripping the sheets as possible.
He needed something to get his mind off the pesky woman and the
lousy way he was about to spend a perfectly beautiful Friday night.
“So, will Todd be
Stevie asked, her voice tinged with annoyance. “You didn’t answer
“Yes, sweetheart. Todd’s the bouncer, and yes, he’ll be there. ”
Storm smirked. His friend and fellow vampire, Todd Falco, could
crush iron with his bare hands.
At the traffic signal, Stevie screeched to a halt. She turned to him
and rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant, Storm. Do you think he
could get us through the line faster? I hate to wait in heels. Then
again, you know how much I hate working in heels to begin with.”
Storm rubbed his jaw, blotting out a smile. She hated anything but
comfy sneakers or good old socks. Unfortunately, clubbing required
sexy clothing and footwear. Whether she was comfy or not, she looked
darn cute jacked up four inches in knee-high boots.
“If we cut in line, honey, then we’ll give ourselves away. The point
is to blend in, so don’t worry about the heels. You’ll be able to
sit at the bar. Allan’s waiting on you to give you the scoop about
Like it was possible for him to disappear in the crowd; he was a
freaking vampire. A bloodsucker and damned sex fiend.
He couldn’t blend in if he tried.
Women clung to him in droves, claiming they liked his raw sex
appeal. He never understood the draw. When he looked in the mirror,
all he saw was a monster in expensive clothing longing to regain his
Stevie stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and distracted him from
his pity-party. “Fine, but this time, you’d better act like you want
to be there with me. The only attention I got Tuesday night came
from the tacky bartender and what he wanted was a better tip.
Fortunately, Allan’s more of a gentleman. Still, we aren’t acting
like a convincing team when you pretend I don’t exist.”
Storm frowned. Oh, she existed and blocked out the image of every
other woman in the room. She inhabited his dirtiest fantasies each
time he closed his eyes. In his latest dream, he wanted to throw
Stevie against the nearest wall and make love to her until they both
screamed with delight.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. But then Stevie never saw
that because of the never-ending line of women dogging his heels.
What would she say if he finally told her the truth? She had an open
mind. When he asked her about ghosts, she claimed to believe they
Vampires were people, too…
Storm clenched his jaw. His heart thudded and fear thundered through
his veins. The reason he kept his identity secret was the sheer
terror of knowing she’d run screaming into the night if she knew.