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Vampire romance novelist Bailey Hamilton thinks her life is over. Her two-timing husband dumped her, she has a paralyzing case of writers’ block, and her big toe is bleeding.
Torin Kane, fictional Vampire Hero, is miserable. Chapter after chapter he has battled dragons, demons, and despicable villains, but his secret desire is to find true love and a tan.
With a twist of fate, their worlds collide. A magical teardrop summons Torin to life. And Bailey finds herself face to face, with quite literally, the man of her dreams….
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Alone in the shower Bailey felt peaceful. She finished washing her hair then self-indulgently used the entire little bottle of deep conditioner. I may not have a man but I sure as hell will have shiny hair! She closed her eyes, ready to rinse her now silken locks.
But the peaceful calm fled.
Her eyes flashed open. Panic swept over her wet skin like crawling ants, and her breath caught in her throat. There in the mist, inches from her naked body, loomed the shadowy black outline of a man. A very big man. Adrenaline flooded her bloodstream as she stared at the foreboding silhouette outside the shower. Heart pounding, she stood paralyzed with fear, unable to breath, unable to speak.
Then, a thick glob of almond scented hair conditioner rolled down Bailey’s forehead and stung her eye like a vicious, pro-vitamin B jellyfish. She shrieked like a banshee. Shadow man jumped. A quick shuffling sound ensued and then a loud thwack.
Heart hammering, Bailey scrubbed the offending conditioner from her eye, took a deep breath and opened the shower door just a crack.
Sprawled on the floor of the bathroom, lay a man, shrouded in the misty fog from her hot shower. The mysterious intruder’s big shiny boots were flush against the closed door. That would put him over six feet tall Bailey figured, and his shoulders nearly spanned the width of the room.
Curiosity triumphed over fear, and Bailey inched open the shower door wider to get a better look. The thick steam obscured his face, but somehow she knew he was one very handsome intruder.
But who the hell was he? What was he doing sneaking around her bathroom?
And why on God’s green earth was he wearing a long black cape?