Eddie When my best friend drags me to a vampire dinner club as her wingman, I’m determined—I won’t end up on the menu. No eye contact. No flirting. Definitely no biting. Then he appears. Deadly attractive with a voice smooth like velvet, he murmurs into my ear, his lips graze my wrist, and I forget my resolve. The rush of his venom in my veins feels like falling off the world’s edge. The lust consumes me, intoxicating and irreversible. I leave in a daze. I shouldn’t have succumbed so easily, and I won’t come back. Except Monday morning, I walk into work, and the vampire who ruined me is sitting in my boss’s chair. Russel Feeding is a transaction—no names, no attachments. The older I get, the less I crave a second bite. But Eddie changed the rules. His blood wrecks me. I should let him go, li ...Read More
Eddie When my best friend drags me to a vampire dinner club as her wingman, I’m determined—I won’t end up on the menu. No eye contact. No flirting. Definitely no biting. Then he appears. Deadly attractive with a voice smooth like velvet, he murmurs into my ear, his lips graze my wrist, and I forget my resolve. The rush of his venom in my veins feels like falling off the world’s edge. The lust consumes me, intoxicating and irreversible. I leave in a daze. I shouldn’t have succumbed so easily, and I won’t come back. Except Monday morning, I walk into work, and the vampire who ruined me is sitting in my boss’s chair. Russel Feeding is a transaction—no names, no attachments. The older I get, the less I crave a second bite. But Eddie changed the rules. His blood wrecks me. I should let him go, li ...Read More
