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Beware when you hook up with a vampire. Your life will never be the same. Fabulous adventures may be thrust in your path, and the loving may be beyond hot, steamy and sensual, but you could be seduced into a darkness as annihilating as the black hole formed by the death of a star.

Night Train is a paperback series. My excerpt is from the first story, Night Train To Naples.

med_NightTrainTHE STORY

After seven-hundred years, Alexandros Nicolaides has adjusted to life as an immortal. Employed by a New Orleans diamond courier, the gemologist travels to Italy in the hope of gaining a new customer for the business. On the night train to Naples, he confirms what he’s suspected—someone is following him. Human Dante Rocco has his reasons for tailing the tall blond, He wants the account for an Italian firm. Unaware he follows an immortal, he’s in for a serious shock, but a hot, urgent, sexual bond flares between these two rivals when Alex rescues Dante from thugs and evil. As they struggle with the reality of their relationship, they discover they’re now the ones being pursued—by an unstable, vengeful vampire.

EXCERPT – Sexually explicit

He’d planned to demand why Dante followed him. Instead, unable to resist his urges, Alex leaned in to capture the seductive lips with his mouth. Thoughts of anything else fled.

Dante stiffened, and Alex thought that perhaps he’d been wrong; perhaps this man wasn’t gay. Or maybe he wasn’t as attracted to Alex as Alex was to him, or as stirred up from the fight as he was. Then, as Alex softened his mouth and deepened the kiss, Dante’s body relaxed and he responded hungrily with an exploring, searching tongue, as if he, too, needed release in the aftermath of the attack–to let go of the fear and, in a good fuck, exhaust the stockpiled chemicals his body had triggered so he might fight or flee.

Alex let his hard cock, its full veins thrumming hot against its velvety skin, press against an echoing erection that strained against expensive designer jeans and threatened to break through the fly. He couldn’t have described in words how good, how necessary that felt. He slid his hands down the silk shirt covering Dante’s shoulders and then around to his appealing ass to pull them even tighter together. Knowing how sore Dante’s throat must be, he sent a soft trail of kisses away from the mouth and to the salty drink his throat offered.

His felt his fangs come out, prepared to graze over or sink into the warm skin covering the tantalizing pulse and drink in the rich blood throbbing there. He groaned. And fought temptation.

I can’t do this. This Dante didn’t see my eyes glow red, doesn’t know what I am.

Abruptly, he released the Italian and stepped away as his fangs retracted. “I apologize. It was the fight, you see.” He kept his voice steady, his words formal, even while his body cried out to take this man, to push his cock hard against Dante’s until it spurted and he bit. Drank. He shook off the dangerous thoughts. “Will you be able to make your way home?”

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