Black Swans are an elite society who offer blood in exchange for the sensual delights of the vampire’s kiss. In exchange for their favors, they are treated to lavish parties and hot sex as well as the occasional taste of the euphoria when they drink their lover’s blood. Promiscuity is the name of the dark, sensuous game.
Suffering from a broken marriage, Carol Langston meets Tristan McLaghlan at a Black Swan party. Black Swans are mortals who willingly barter blood for the sensual ecstasy and euphoria vampires give in return. To Carol, this looks like the real thing until her handsome vampire runs away from her and his true nature. Separated by miles, divided across two species, can their love survive?
“I never meant for this to happen again.” He held her away from him, his arms rigid. The lyrical Irish accent grew more pronounced. “I’m sorry you saw what you saw. I promise I wasn’t cheating on you.” He rubbed his forehead as if he could erase a memory then embraced her tight again. “But unfortunately I can’t tell you what was really happening.”
She gasped. Tristan had literally disappeared from her arms, reappeared by the window. In profile, he looked like an angry ancient god. From the apartment next door, Ravel’s sensual Bolero and the sounds of lovemaking wove through the utter stillness.
“Love … is rare in my life. I didn’t wish lose it again.” His voice was part of the throbbing melody. “But I am what I am.”
His last four words registered. For a couple of stuttering heartbeats, she stared at him in shock. Fear invaded her fantasy world. The image of a pale motionless figure, blood oozing from her throat flashed before her eyes. A hard shudder rolled over her.
“What are you, Tristan? What did you do to that woman besides—”
He whirled, his eyes glowing in the dark. “You don’t want to know what I am.” A muscle in his sculpted jaw twitched. “But perhaps you should.”
Fangs dented the bottom lip of the most beautiful, evil smile she’d ever seen.