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Four months have passed since Ellie’s heart was broken by her cheating boyfriend, Gerrid. Sick of mourning, she sets out in search of one thing, a man to make her forget. Madame Eve, a matchmaker out of Las Vegas, arranges for Ellie to meet just the man at Nocturnal Nightclub in Miami. Bryce is not only sexy as sin, but full of mystery. He does things no man should be capable of. Ellie might question his fast speed, cold hands, and even the way he bites at her skin―if he wasn’t so determined to awaken the part of her that’s been buried by lies.

Days have passed since Bryce’s last feeding and his vampire hungers demand to be sated. But feeding is not his only intention. Ellie seeks to be a different woman, to gain power for herself, and Bryce plans to push her to discover it. To show her she can do things she never thought possible and force her to see the strength she yearns for already lives inside of her.

Ellie will have to choose, expose all of herself, or remain hidden in the dark shadows. But Bryce will have to make a choice of his own—let her go or keep Ellie forever?

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EXCERPT (*warning-18 and over only*):

Broken heart. Endless tears. Ellie was sick of mourning the loss of her last asshole boyfriend, Gerrid, who stomped on her heart because the word faithful didn’t hold any meaning in his vocabulary.

“All you need to do is purr and you’re a total sex kitten,” Kenna said. “That date of yours is going to get a hard-on the second he sees you.”

Her best friend was smokin’ herself. With her blue eyes and blonde hair—dressed in a short, plaid shirt and white blouse tied up to show her mid-section, she looked like a typical Barbie. “A school girl?”

“Don’t knock it,” Kenna retorted. “This outfit has gotten me laid a few times over.”

Commitment never appealed to Kenna, but she wasn’t a slut either. More of a playgirl―she loved the benefits of the single life and lived it to the fullest. Ellie tried to think the same way. Once she’d loved and loved hard. Now, she’d given up on the idea and hoped to walk in Kenna’s shoes. “You ready to go?”

Kenna grabbed onto her own breasts and squeezed them. “Ready.”

Ellie headed to the front door, laughing. She owned the luxurious condo not because of her job at Transatlantic Bank as a financial advisor. It paid well enough, but she purchased the house from the funds of her father’s estate five years ago.

At the front door, she stepped outside and the steamy Miami summer night caused her skin to flush. A month ago, she’d enlisted the services of Madame Eve, who owned the matchmaking service 1Night Stand. She didn’t want to find the man of her dreams, simply wanted a one-night stand to leave a lasting impression on her body.

After locking the door, she glanced over at Kenna. “Thanks for coming along—I might be after some action, but in case he’s a creep, you’re my escape route.”

Kenna chuckled. “Look at you, Miss Nympho.”

“I just need something to make myself feel better. I’m sick of being in the dumps.”

Kenna wiggled her eyebrows. “What you need is a hard reminder there’s plenty of good still left in the world.”

“A big, hard reminder, eh?”

Kenna nodded, grinning from ear-to-ear. “An oversized one, hopefully.”

Falling into stride with her friend, she walked briskly down the street. The sooner she got to the bar, the sooner she could get her groove on. She longed to get away from the ache in her chest and nothing she had tried so far worked. A one-night stand had to make her happy, even if for a little while.

As they arrived at Nocturnal Nightclub, the downtown core boomed with energy. She received a few glares from middle-aged people for her choice in attire, which confirmed she’d chosen correctly. The leather dress hugged her in every way it should. Low enough to show off her breasts, making them swell at the top, and the hem rested just below her ass.

The bright lights outlining the large, square building illuminated the dark sky. The bass from the music inside vibrated against her skin. A line of people stood alongside the building awaiting entrance.

“Dammit, we’re going to have to wait to get in.” She desperately wanted to meet her date, not stand outside for half the night. Her hair would frizz and by the time she went in, she’d appear more tired than sexy.

Kenna grinned. “Here’s where my strategy comes into play.”

“What strategy?”

Do men who guard the door so you don’t have to wait.” Kenna strode up to the bouncer, not at all put off by the scowls she received from the crowd. The mountain of a man leaned down to kiss her cheek.

These two had definitely heated up the sheets, and judging by the smolder in his expression, he still wanted her. Kenna always could cause that effect. She kept the men in her life lusting after her with their tongues wagging out. They never appeared to harbor ill feelings. Most of the time, she gathered men who’d do anything for her.

Ellie envied that about her.

After a short conversation with the bouncer, Kenna glanced over her shoulder and waved her forward.

Offering an apologetic glance to the crowd for butting in line, Ellie entered the establishment heading straight for the second floor. She surveyed the lower level of the bar from the landing. Loud, thumping beats blasted through the large space and people filled the dance floor.

“He’s supposed to meet me on the third floor,” she called out over the music.

Kenna nodded, snatching up her hand and hurried up the remaining stairs. As Ellie entered the rooftop bar, warm air wrapped around her, and the fresh summer scents mixed with exhaust from cars and ocean greeted her.

Much like the other floors, bartenders were scattered around to serve alcohol, tables with chairs placed throughout, and the dance floor was stuffed full of intoxicated people. The views of Miami were a spectacular sight with miles of skyline lighting up the dark sky.

Kenna stopped at the one of the bars, leaned over the counter, and squeezed her breasts together so they swelled out the top of her shirt. “This will grab his attention.”

The bartender came to her side in two-point-two seconds. His dark, styled hair swept over his eyebrows as his baby blues focused on her alone. “What can I get for you?” he asked her tits.

Kenna squished the girls together with her arms and the man licked his lips. “Two Funky Cosmos and four shots of sambuca.”

He finally looked into her eyes, nodded, and hurried off to prepare the drinks.

Ellie chuckled. “I’m surprised he didn’t bury his head in your cleavage.”

“Oh you laugh, but just wait.” Kenna smiled at the bartender who presently overfilled the shots, spilling the dark liquid onto the wood. His eyes widened at the alcohol dripping from his fingers and he fumbled to clean up the mess.

When the server returned, Ellie downed a shot in haste. By the time she finished off the second one, he’d placed a Funky Cosmo in front of her. “On the house, ladies.”

“Thank you.” Kenna swiped the sugar off the martini glass with her tongue in an undeniably sultry gesture.

He groaned.

Ellie sipped her drink to refrain from laughing. To be so bold needed confidence. She had to pay closer attention and learn a thing or two from Kenna.

“Stick around for the night and I’ll quench that thirst of yours.” His voice deepened and a grin quirked up the side of his mouth.

“Mmm…” Kenna hummed, “I am quite thirsty.”

Barf.

With a wink, the bartender ventured off to serve other customers. Ellie huffed. “You cannot be serious? The first guy you talk to is already chasing after you.”

Kenna fanned herself. “I have a gift.” She swallowed a big gulp of the martini. “What about your date? Do you see him—and stop being so nervous.”

“No, I don’t and I am nervous.”

“Oh, please.” Kenna dismissed the remark with a wave of her hand. “Like any guy wouldn’t dream of taking you home. So stop it.”

If only Ellie believed that. She scanned the dance floor, searching for the man matching the picture Madame Eve had emailed her. Instead, she got a few heated glances from guys she wouldn’t touch on her worst days. So, instead of continuing to search, she lingered taking a seat upon a stool, listening to the bartender and Kenna talk dirty nothings to each other. Why isn’t he here?

After she downed her second Cosmo, goose bumps pimpled on the back of her neck, and she glanced over her shoulder to discover her date standing against the back wall. His gaze focused on one person, her.

Hallelujah!

“Oooo…my night is looking up,” she exclaimed.

Kenna didn’t respond, too busy playing googly eyes with the bartender. Ellie jabbed an elbow into her side. She hissed as she rubbed her ribs. “Ow, what?”

“He’s here. I’m going to dance.” She gestured behind her and grinned to show her intentions.

Kenna peeked over her shoulder before focusing back on Ellie and giving a shit-eating grin. “Have fun.”

Ellie slid off the stool, keeping her focus on the stranger. His mere presence screamed sex. Much taller than her five-foot-five frame—around six-two—but built like a brick shit house. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest, his broad shoulders tempting her, and she couldn’t wait to run her hands over them tonight.

Putting a little oomph into her step, she made her way onto the dance floor. The loud techno song washed over her, and the vibrations were strong against her feet. Her kinda music—hard and dirty.

Staying at the edge of the crowd, she found her beat and moved with the rhythm. Twirling, she ran her hands along her torso and did anything and everything to gain his attention.

To all appearances, her plan worked.

He dropped his arms to his side and stepped forward. His sparkling blue eyes, short, fashionably-styled black hair, and chiseled features warmed her right down to her toes. Her heart raced. Her insecurities drifted away. The world around her ceased to exist, leaving only him and her.

Wetness pooled in her panties. His nostrils flared and his heated gaze burned deeper. He approached and as he settled in front of her, he grabbed her lower back and yanked her against his hard body. Her head tilted back and he leaned down, cupped her nape, and kissed her.

A kiss not meant for strangers―not meant as a sweet hello. No, a promise he would pleasure her and she sang a big thank you, Jesus for bringing him to her. No thoughts. No regrets. Just two sweaty bodies going at it until exhaustion set in.

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