The second Frankie Reynold’s boyfriend takes a hand to him, he is out of there. Frankie isn’t hanging around to see if the man will do it again. Now, if only his ex-boyfriend will take the hint and disappear from his life. Needing a night out to forget his troubles, Frankie heads to Hot Encounters nightclub…only to come face-to-face with a master vampire who wants Frankie for his very own.
Merrick Winters is a five-hundred-year-old vampire bored with life and the monotony of the same men throwing themselves at him day after day. He needs a challenge, and the sexy little man dancing in his club turns out to be just that.
The mate-bond makes the strong attraction between Frankie and Merrick inevitable, but will outside forces tear them apart before they can really get started in a relationship?
Merrick picked up his Scotch and heard the ice clink in the glass. He took a sip, savouring the taste as the alcohol slid down his throat.
“Hmm.” There really was nothing better than a good, aged Scotch.
“Find an architect to draw up the designs and get me a rough estimate on how much this is going to cost. The club is doing well at the moment and I hope this will make it run better. It’s a good idea, Bryce. Thank you.”
“No worries, mate. Anything I can do to help, you know that.”
Merrick did know that. They had been friends for a long time and had watched the centuries come and go together. The one thing they had never done was be intimate. Merrick just didn’t feel that way about Bryce. He always thought it would be like kissing one’s brother. Bryce agreed with him, thank God.
Lifting his glass once again to his lips, Merrick cast his gaze out to the dance floor. His hand stopped short just before reaching his mouth. The most stunning sight Merrick had ever seen currently took up residence on the edge of the floor. The young man’s shirt had been removed and tucked into a belt loop on the all-too-tight jeans he was wearing. The jeans moulded to his perfect ass and encased his legs before feeding into calf-high leather boots that strung up the back. Strawberry blond curls, currently damp with sweat, hung to the tips of his shoulders and offered tantalising glimpses of a sweet, supple neck.
Merrick had never seen anything like it. His mouth had gone dry and his fangs dropped down. He wanted a taste. He watched, enthralled by the man, as the dancer’s hands sensuously made their way up his body and into the air as his hips gyrated to the music.
“Merrick.” A loud bang on the table brought his attention back to his company.
“What?” he demanded, without looking away from the vision in front of him. The man still hadn’t turned around, and yet Merrick could barely bring himself to remove his eyes from the sight.
“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said to you, have you?” Bryce asked him, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Merrick didn’t dignify his question with an answer. Instead, he willed the vision to turn around and let him look at the total package. He slowly counted to five. As if the man could hear his thoughts, he turned as soon as Merrick reached the final number.
Merrick lost all thought as the man’s gaze connected with his. Eyes rimmed with black sparkled as a shy smile broke across the stranger’s face. Merrick looked him up and down, stopping at the pierced navel. God, he could have so much fun with that. His gaze continued farther down to the nicely sized package currently tucked into the tight jeans.
Toni Griffin lives in Darwin, the smallest of Australia’s capital cities. Born and raised in the state, she’s a Territorian through and through. Growing up, Toni hated English with a passion (as her editors can probably attest) and found her strength lies with numbers.
Now, though, she loves escaping to the worlds she creates and hopes to continue to do so for many years to come. She’s a single mother of one and works full time. When she’s not writing you can just about guarantee that she will be reading one of the many M/M authors she loves.
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