To Die Tonight
The rules of life and death don't apply on Halloween!
Hairdresser Tina Velks is dying from a heart defect. When she learns that her newest client is a vampire, she plans to feed on him. After all, if she becomes a vampire,she will live forever. Too bad she doesn’t know that, on All Hallows' Eve, a human who tastes vampire blood dies before sunrise, never to be resurrected.
Luke Cardwell is shocked when he meets Tina. She looks, smells, and even tastes like the woman who turned him, Isadora Blake. As Isadora was dying in his arms hundreds of years ago, she promised that her soul would be reborn in another woman. He suspects Tina is that woman. However, during a night of passion, she drinks his blood.
With only hours left until sunrise,will Luke be able to break the curse and save the woman he loves?
The instant Luke Cardwell laid his eyes on her, he recalled his sire. Tina Velks had the same triangular face, espresso-colored hair falling straight over her shoulders, and chocolate bedroom eyes as Isadora. He remembered his sire's taste. The warm blood that flowed like water over her pale skin. The woman who had turned him into a creature of the night had been slain almost right before his eyes. For two hundred years following her death, he'd been haunted by her face, her beauty, and his lust for her. She occupied his dreams, reminding him of the life they shared.
He gazed at Tina, lost in her beauty, her resemblance to Isadora.
How could two women, born hundreds of years apart, look so much like each other?
Heck! The similarity wasn't just physical. Both Tina and Isadora had invited him into their homes even though he was a total stranger. Here he was, sitting in front of a mirror in Tina's living room, and he couldn't help but recall walking into Isadora's house for the first time.
Luke's fangs itched for the coppery rich taste of Tina's blood. Her neck lingered inches away from his face, the pulse point so delicate, the skin so creamy. He tapped his fingers on his knee, desperate to restrain himself from plunging his fangs into her smooth skin. He licked his lips and closed his eyes. His heart beat wildly. Just one lick, one little taste of her velvety blood, and he would know if she had Isadora's soul.
He would drink her tonight. Drink as hungrily as he did the night Isadora turned him.
What if she tastes me?
The lines of life and death were blurred on Halloween. If she were to taste his blood tonight, Tina would die before sunrise, never to be reborn again.
No, she wouldn't drink him. Why would she? He pushed his concerns away.
"Are you okay?"
At the sound of Tina's velvety voice, his cock jumped inside his pants, and he opened his eyes. She held a comb in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other. She peered into his eyes, concern visible in hers.
He nodded slowly, and she walked to stand behind him.
Through the mirror in front of him, he gazed at her as she combed his long, black hair. She was tall for a woman, standing almost six feet. Dark brown bangs covered her forehead. Long, dangly silver earrings swayed back and forth as she cut a lock of his hair.
"You're not very talkative," she said, lifting her head. Their gazes locked in the mirror, and her brown eyes studied him with curiosity.
"Did Morgan tell you I talked a lot?" Luke always went to Morgan for his haircuts. Morgan knew how he enjoyed his silence in the chair. Yet, when Luke had called to make an appointment for tonight, Morgan informed him she was out of town and her friend Tina would cut his hair. He hadn't expected Tina to bring back memories of his past—or to look so beautiful.
"No, she said you're a weird client who gives her the creeps." He smiled slightly. Her eyes were light and mischievous through the mirror.
"And do I creep you out?" She leaned over his shoulder and looked into his eyes, a wide smile on her face.
"Not at all. Then again, I've met so many creeps in my life, I wouldn't notice even if you were one."
Ding dong, the doorbell rang. Tina straightened and turned to the door.
"I'll be right back." She placed the scissors and comb on the end table beside her and then headed toward the front entrance.
Luke took that time to glance around her living room. The at-home salon, with the large mirror on one wall and the end cabinet serving as an equipment tray, looked professional enough, with the exception of the horrible lighting.
From his experience, Morgan worked out of her salon. Although the salon closed at six at night, Morgan always made an exception and welcomed him in after dark. She never invited him into her home. Not like Tina had done. Then again, Tina did say that she had shut her salon down for repairs because of a burst pipe. He probably wouldn't have gotten an invitation to her home if that hadn't happened.
His attention settled on her as she opened the door.
"Trick or treat," a chorus of happy voices rang in unison.
Tina grabbed a bowl of treats and bent forward, dispensing candy to the children. He admired the tightness of her short, black skirt around her ass. Lust swirled though him, and he licked his lips. He would lick that ass, too, if she let him. Luke didn't need blood from her neck, and he would be more than happy to suck it out of her luscious behind. He placed his hand over his cock, urging it down. Breathing deeply, he tried to tear his eyes away from her shapely, long legs and that butt.
"Look at you," she cooed to one of the children. "A little vampire. Aren't you cute? I've always had a soft spot for vampires."
If she only knew he was a vampire . . . . His fangs itched to come out and sink into her skin. He forced them to remain hidden.
Tina closed the door and returned to his chair. "Sorry about that."
"No problem," Luke said as she clipped a lock of hair from his head.
She combed his hair again before walking around him. "Do you want me to trim your beard as well? Morgan said you usually get that done."
She grabbed an automatic clipper. After putting on a trimming blade, she pressed the "on" button and turned to him. She leaned forward, and his blue eyes shifted to her breasts. Her red tank top exposed her cleavage, and his tongue longed to lick the valley between her breasts. He closed his eyes and imagined what he would love to be doing to her right now.
Soft music played as candle light flickered, casting shadows on the walls. Tina straddled him, one long leg on each side of him. The heat from her pussy warmed his lap, and his cock twitched. She ground her hips back and forth against his crotch. Long, thin arms snaked around his shoulders, and his erection stiffened, straining against his pants. Red fingernails scratched his chest as her hand crept down toward his dick. She palmed his hardness and moaned softly as she undid his pants, freeing him from his restraints. One long finger traveled up and down along the length of his cock. It tickled, and his penis jumped at her touch. She wrapped her hand around his thickness. He sucked in a sudden deep breath, and his entire body warmed and tingled. His fangs itched, and he ran his tongue over them, suppressing them. Not yet, not now. She would know if he bit her now. No. Only once she was in the midst of deep passion would he bite her. Then she wouldn't feel the pain when his teeth sank into her skin.
But . . . . to taste her! He would give anything to taste her.
"Do you want me?" Her voice purred into his ear, but she didn't wait for an answer. She lifted her hips and positioned herself over him. She didn't have any underwear on. When she impaled herself on his cock, a scream tore from her. Her wet heat enveloped him as she rose and fell in perfect rhythm. Her little "oohs" and "ahs" were music to his ears. He bit her shoulder hard, piercing her skin with his fangs. He tasted her sweet, coppery blood, and she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her body.
"What do you think?" Tina asked, pulling him out of his fantasy.
The images in his mind blurred, and he forced his eyes open.
He admired himself in the mirror. His skin was a bit pale, his hair black as night, his eyes cornflower blue, and he would forever be twenty-seven years old. His beard was back to the five-o'clock-shadow look which women so admired. What more could a man ask for except a night of great sex with dinner attached, which he planned on getting tonight?
"Great," he said, turning away from the mirror.
"Anything else you need done?" She dusted the stray strands of hair from the sheet she had placed around his neck at the beginning of the haircut. Then she pulled it off.
He stood, towering over her by a couple inches. "Yes. Shave me."
She laughed softly and placed one hand on his chest. "I just trimmed you." She looked into his eyes and quickly pulled her hand away as though burned. Her smile faltered, and she took a step backwards.
"Can we talk someplace where there's better lighting and running water?"
She nodded. "Kitchen or bathroom?"
She led him to the bathroom and flipped the light switch. Bright lights danced as she entered, and he followed her in. He closed the door behind himself. Tina turned to face him, and Luke unzipped his pants and dropped them, along with his boxers. His cock, rock hard, reached out toward her as though awaiting her touch.
"Shave me," he commanded.
Tina's gaze fell to his stiff erection. She swayed and quickly held onto the sink for balance. Lifting her head slowly, she smiled at him, and lust dripped from her voice when she finally answered.