Vampire Assassin

A hero so dark and brooding he’s practically evil. At least that’s what I’m flirting with right now. As I send off the last of a round of edits on my third and final installment of the Guardians series, I can’t help wonder what’s next. I have no plans for a new erotic book at this time, so a world of options is open.

If I do another vampire hero, he’s definitely going to be a bad boy. But do I make him a shapehsifter, capable of transforming monstrously and revealing wings? Or should his strengths be completely psychic--levitation, mind control, and magic?

And what about my heroine? Should she be human, vampire, or other magical creature? That, reader, is where I am today. And there’s something to be said for infinite possibilities. They’re both scary and exciting.  

Happy New Year’s Eve... I wish...

Yes, I wish... here’s what I wish for... if wishes came true for New Year’s Eve...

The nearly backless gown of heavy satin flowed over Shestry’s body in long elegant lines. Feeling extraordinarily beautiful, she languidly arranged herself in front of the full length mirror. Her curves appeared to be streamlined by her evening gown that was a deep rich color of burnt gold.

She smiled with sheer sensual enjoyment at her reflection.

“Sis, hoop-di-doo, you’re going to drive the gents c-r-a-z-y over the moon.”

Entering her lavish dressing room with his usual flair, Jaxter sauntered to his favorite lounge chair and settled himself.

“I’ll be thrilled with good dancing partners, if you must know. I’m not going as part of the cattle call to be some man’s wife. Or is that the ‘heifer call’ market? Regardless, you men can keep to your own lives and leave me out of them for a good while.” Moving toward her brother, Shestry swept up her glitter evening bag. “Is Alexa waiting for you at the supper club?”

“She’ll be swinging into my arms once we arrive. I just gave her the tinkle and heard her sweet voice.” Jaxter held up his wrist phone, his grin one of ‘let’s go make merry’.

“What’s the latest on the parents?” Shestry gave her fancy upswept hairdo a final pat, then let the natural sway of her body take over as she walked toward her personal portal.

“They’re going to let us kiddies play and dance the night away. They’re planning to join us an hour before midnight, sweets.” Rising with athletic grace, Jaxter adjusted his tux’s black silk bowtie, then followed after her.

In moments, they stood inside the welcoming foyer of the Galactia Ecstasy, a supper club arching high above one of their world’s largest cities. The posh glimmer of furnishings, in shades of amber, surrounded them as they glided toward the immense, bowl-shaped room that was composed of a central dance floor and two upper levels for dining, partying and viewing.

“Jaxter!”

Alexa’s excited squeal penetrated the celebratory atmosphere with an arrow-like ease. The petite brunette, who owned a doll’s perfect figure, flew inside her brother’s open arm. Shrugging adorably and flirtatiously, she tilted her head all the way back, smiling without an ounce of pretense at him. Her eyes glowed with intimacy. Closing them, Alexa pursed her brilliant red lips for his kiss.

Jaxter obliged for several instants, then wrapped her close against his side. “See ya later, sis. That gleaming dance floor is pulling on the soles of our shoes like magnetic plasma.”
Shestry fondly gazed at them both and gave a nod. “Greetings, Alexa. See you two much later.”

Free to pursue her own evening delights, Shestry pivoted toward the second level entrance. Straightening her shoulders, she held her head high and let the gown’s design have its way with her walking stride, what she called her ‘elegant slink’.

***

Drauz halted in his tracks. He’d been seized in the same way the gravitational pull of a sun captured his galactic ship, an occasional problem. Only his gaze moved, following the gorgeous woman as she swayed like a breeze-blown reed toward the exquisitely appointed ramp that led up to the second level dining area.

The sumptuously curved, yet slender beauty with hair the color of gold, bronze and rubies combined, obviously belonged to this world. Still, she hitched his cock to a full-standing salute, despite having satiated himself with several women during the past few days.

Surprised by the power she wielded over him, Drauz swiftly stepped behind a splendid drape that sectioned off a gentlemen’s lounge. Glancing over his shoulder, he was relieved to see no one was about. Already his hand transformed to beast claws.

His desire for the woman had catapulted his sex hormones so fiercely and so fast, his body threatened to shift into his most primal nature. He was known as a Dragonlion on his world.
Slipping the tiny vial out of his pocket with his un-transformed hand, Drauz tipped it up and drained its contents. The natural potion would tamp down his libido, for now. As quickly as it had occurred, his beast claws disappeared and his hand returned.

Without thought he trailed after the woman, his predator instincts fully engaged. Her fragrance enchanted him, reminding him of the most potent and delectable spices. The moment he caught sight of her, close to an empty dining table, he strode in her direction.

She stood alone, casually leaning on the translucent rail, enjoying the dancers below. The extreme roundness of her ass was displayed to carnal perfection by the high sheen of the gown she wore. Drauz licked his chops and told his beastly cock to behave in a gentlemanly fashion.

He could tell by the feminine language of her body and by her scent, she expected a man to woo and win her with more than his exceptional prowess between her thighs. A low roar of need rumbled up from the core of his being. He didn’t let it out.

“Who are you?” she asked without turning around. Intentionally, she kept her posture dismissive and her gaze riveted on the dazzling whirl of dancers.

“The man who is about to plead for a dance, once your favored piece of music begins.”

She spun around then, and their gazes collided. His breath rushed inward, as did hers. Reaching back, she steadied herself by clutching the rail. Drauz knew it would be a mistake to touch her yet. He forced himself not to sweep her against him as both an act of passion and protection.

***

Ignoring her ridiculous pants of breath, Shestry stared into the black-golden eyes of a Magollov, a race she knew little about, that is, except the obvious. His stature was larger, his frame more muscular than the men of her world. The deep brown-gold coloring of his suede-like skin subtly glowed. His furred lion ears pricked forward with sexual interest. Though, he’d kept his long tasseled tail discreetly behind him.

‘Lovely, aristocratic mane you have’... those were the words that wanted past her lips. Instead, Shestry spoke her second thoughts. “Are you able to dance with any manner of competence, and perhaps, a dash of style?”

A glint of amusement transformed his gaze from bold intensity to a wicked playfulness that appealed to her. “Should I demonstrate with another partner? Or will you trust my word?”

Shestry tilted her head, all too aware of his hypnotizing gaze, and all too aware that she sizzled as a woman inside. “Will I require another partner? Or do you posses the stamina to dance all night?”

“My stamina is yours for this New Year’s celebration.” His gaze roamed over her face, devouring every detail. Her nipples tightened when he briefly dipped his gaze to the swells of her breasts, revealed by the gown’s v-plunging neckline. “Shall I order us a sustaining platter of delicacies and a bottle of bubbly? Your preference, of course.”

“You are an adventure I would like to taste. Prove your worth on the dance floor and I am yours for this New Year’s celebration.”

***

She promised him nothing, not even her name. She offered only her devoted company for her world’s night of elegant revelry. Drauz knew that. He didn’t care. He’d keep his needs tamed for her. This woman with eyes like far-away, beckoning blue stars. With lips that invited his plunder. With pale golden skin that demanded the rough arousing strokes of his tongue.

He presented his arm. “But dance with me, and my worth I shall prove.”

***

Feeling as sensual as the satin of her gown, and as molten as the color, Shestry placed her hand on the Magollov’s handsomely carved arm. One night of dancing surrounded by the crystalline fantasy of the supper club, with a man who didn’t belong to her world, a man who could never belong to her. Why not ferociously enjoy?

With suave attentiveness, he escorted her toward the long spiraling ramp. As they moved downward, it was as if she tread on air. “May I feel the caress of your tail tassel on my face when we dance?”
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HAPPY SHAPESHIFTING NEW YEAR!

~ MAY ALL YOUR READING DREAMS COME TRUE ~

Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Author of ~

All Shades of Blue Paradise
Red Lioness Tamed
When a Good Angel Falls ~ In Print
Tangerine Carnal Dreams
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis ~ In Print
Black Cat Beauty
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes ~ In Print
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~
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Twelve Day's of Christmas...Writer Style!

On the twelfth day of Christmas my Muse did give to me,

twelve deep messages,

eleven sexy pics,

ten erotic ebooks,

nine reference guides,

eight post it notes,

seven slips for coffee,

six fancy flash drives,

fiiive new ideas...,

four spiral notebooks,

three ball point pens,

two drawing boards,

and an ereader - what a sweetie.

Happy Holiday's

Holiday Flash: Christmas with the Coyotes

Holiday Flash: Christmas with the Coyotes by Pat Cunningham

Overheard at the coyote family reunion:

“No wonder they call it a pack. You can’t even turn around in here.”
“You think it’s crowded now, wait’ll cousin Ernie shows up with his eight kids.”
“So when does the fat guy get here with the gifts? I don’t have all night.”
“We weren’t howling. That was ‘Deck the Halls.’”
“We’re celebrating what now?”
“My sister’s dating a dingo, for crying out loud – ”
“Could be worse, could be a wolf. At least dingoes know how to laugh.”
“Mom! Ronnie’s eating tinsel!”
“Yes, we’re having turkey again, and if you don’t like it you can go catch your own dinner.”
“Buy? Who says we BUY gifts?”
“No roadkill before dinner, honey.”
“ – so she thinks we’re having a white Christmas, she doesn’t know it’s Lamont and me on the roof with a box of laundry detergent – ”
“Yeah, that’s a cool tattoo, but you can’t even see it under the fur.”
“ – taught me how to write my name in the snow without lifting my leg – ”
“Stop chewing on the tree, Clarence. The bark is bad for you.”
“Okay, this box smells like wool. It better not be another sweater – ”
“ – wrapped my scat and gave it to Larry, serves him right for getting me flea soap last year – ”
“Ooohhh, I love that collar! And a leash too? You naughty girl.”
“Chaos bite it, so help me, Terry, if you don’t stop sniffing my – ”
“You think this is bad, wait’ll New Year’s Eve.”
“ – so then she bit me, and all I did was – ”
“Don’t need snowshoes, not with these paws.”
“No problemo. We’ll just hop down to the grocerette and swipe some more eggnog.”
“ – stole a cop car and left wolf hairs all over the seat, let’s see ‘em squirm out of that one.”
“He lets me hook him up to a sled and he tows the pups all over the yard. It’s just too cute for words.”
“You shape the hamburger patties like angels and then put steak sauce on the wings.”
“ – but there were only six tiny reindeer because Coyote Claus got hungry and – ”
“— tied the mistletoe to his – ”
“I’m telling you, cheese dip goes great with squirrel.”
“The Steinbergs get to party for eight nights. We should head over there.”
“Haven’t seen the family for months, and now I remember why.”
“Is it January yet?”
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COYOTE MOON

Blurb ~

It's that time of the month -- the full moon -- when Willy Alvarez's moods go wonky and her dreams fill up with wolves. A time for hungers she doesn't dare fulfill because they lead to violence. She's resigned herself to a manless life, then Cody Gray arrives.

Cody is cute, funny, charming, and a werecoyote. His nose knows what Willy doesn't: she's half werewolf. He's convinced this repressed half-human she-wolf is his perfect mate. Now he just has to convince her. And quick, because her long-lost pack has learned about her existence, and they've come to town to claim her...
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COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham at ~ http://bookstrand.com/product-coyotemoon-14959-330.html ~
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Winter Solstice & Black Cat Magic

Note: Since I couldn’t post Tuesday, I thought I’d go ahead and post now.

Since writing WHEN A GOOD ANGEL FALLS, my 2012 angelic fantasy, the Winter Solstice has held a magical place in my heart. Sedona and Volcano’s story takes place over three days, culminating in Winter Solstice 2012, or December 21, 2012.
Gee, do I wish that special magic had been with me on the first day of winter in 2009. Not to be, except you could say, well, my computer didn’t die and I didn’t lose all my precious files. Yay, team!!!
Nope, dc, darling computer, just came down with some nasty viruses. And this virus protect program took over my computer demanding I pay to have them removed.
Well, the upstart... how did I know it was or wasn’t legitimate? Why would I give them a credit card number? Besides, why would I pay anyone to have said ‘viruses’ deleted when their stupid program hijacked my computer?
The good thing, there is a computer guy close by that I know, who did a good job on my computer before... so, yep, fortunately, he got dc all cleaned up and put in a Windows free anti-virus program.
The bad news, he had to get rid of all my Earthlink stuff, so that was a shocker since I rely on it heavily to do my daily online biz. I’m not a natural with the whole internet thing, anyway, so I need what I’m used to, and works.
Yep, now I’m downloading, to hopefully get things back to normal, which is a pain in the you know where, when you’re on primitive dial-up.
I would much rather have waxed poetic about the Winter Solstice this past Tuesday. This magical day of half light and half dark, when we transition toward the light during a time of rest and hibernation for Mother Earth. At least, here, in our northern hemisphere.
Sol, in his benevolence, is returning to us. Or, as the Beatles would sing, Here Comes the Sun. That song resonated deeply with me the first time I heard it. And, it’s never lost any of its festive spiritual euphoria for me.
Now, I’m certain there has to be a book or something already titled, Here Comes the Sun King... but wouldn’t that be a fun shapeshifting romance to pen?
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I had so much fun writing BLACK CAT BEAUTY, I revisited my heroine, Sable, during this festive season. Yep, to find out what my sassitude black cat girl is up to with her superhero, Devon.

Black Cat Magic for Christmas

Sable disrobed, tossing her elf costume into an untidy pile. She posed with one hand on her bare hip, taking a few moments to admire her human body in the dressing room’s panel of mirrors. A black cat girl could still be all sexy cattitude even as a woman. Reaching for her sumptuous, figure-hugging gown, she shimmied into it.

Despite Devon’s interest in dressing her as pleased him, she’d secretly had the evening gown created. With time being short, Sable studied the drape of deep wine-colored velvet and satin. She made adjustments quickly, then moved to the vanity and made up her face like a torch singer.

Finished, she peeked around the off-stage curtain to make certain the last child had left Devon’s lap and the event was officially over. They’d attended a charity party, at the dinner theater, for older unadopted kids. Devon had played Santa Claus, only as his Super Ace persona. There’d been more dancing to his band’s music, than actual ho-ho, traditional make-a-wish, lap sitting by the pre-teenagers.

In league with Devon’s band to give him this Christmas surprise, Sable moved from behind the curtain. Strutting like Mae West, she walked toward the center of the stage as they strummed the opening strains of ‘That old black magic’.

“Devon, dude, your woman has a special gift for you,” Rick announced.

Sable seductively leaned her hip against the piano. A wide smile naturally formed on her face as Devon spun around. His impassioned gaze threatened to blister her skin, and was definitely a promise for later lusting pleasures.

Tossing her long waves of auburn hair that she’d intentionally mussed, Sable sang, “That old black magic has me in its spell. That old black magic that you weave so well.” Sauntering forward with the music, she crooned, “Icy fingers up and down my spine...the same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.”

Their gazes locked, and their mutual desire sparked between them. Devon started toward her, only halted by his manager’s hand on his arm. If he could have super-speed swept her up, and carried her away, he would have.

Languidly hitching her hips for a few strides, Sable halted. “The same old tingle that I feel inside.” Posing, she slanted her gaze over her shoulder. “When that elevator starts its ride...down and down I go, round and round I go.”

She watched Devon force himself to sit down at one of the small tables near the stage. His hot gaze roamed over her body and he did nothing to hide the swell of his cock.

Pivoting, Sable swayed ever closer to him. “Like a leaf that's caught in the tide...I should stay away but what can I do...I hear your name, and I'm aflame...Aflame with such a burning desire...That only your kiss can put out the fire...and your meaty sausage, she added mentally.

Spreading her hand on the voluptuous curve of her hip, she taunted him by stopping and bracing her legs. “You are the lover that I've waited for...The mate that fate had me created for...And every time your lips meet mine...” Sable bent forward pursing her lips. “Baby down and down I go, all around I go.” Leaning a bit more, she lazily shook her shoulders showing off her cleavage.

Devon mentally glued himself to the seat of the chair. Sable saw it in his eyes. Yet, the hunger in his gaze ravished her without compromise. Sable shivered inside, scorched by the carnal heat only he could generate within her.

“In a spin, loving the spin that I'm in...Under that old black magic called love...under that old black magic called love,” she repeated. On the last lingering notes she straightened. Her breasts heaved and she panted softly. For him. For Devon.

“Sable,” he paused for an instant, “come here.”

Ignoring his hoarsely spoken command, she whirled and raised her arms in a sensual imitation of flame. With her back to him, she waited for the band to begin her next song.

“Devon, keep your seat,” Rick encouraged. “Your woman has one more gift for you. I guarantee you’re going to flip your dick over this one.”

With the sound of the sultry Christmas music, Sable lowered her arms. Turning toward Devon, she stroked her palm over one cocked hip. “Santa baby, slip your Sable under your big tall tree...I’ve been an awful good girl...Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.”

Devon froze, now stuck to his chair. His sausage had definitely grown meatier in size and his piercing gaze followed her as if he might lose sight of her.

Sable moved closer, exaggerating her slow strut. “Santa baby, drive me like your convertible too...I want you to...I'll wait up for you, handsome...Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.”

His dark gaze sliding to her hips, Devon patted his thigh, an invitation to sit on his lap.

Feeling the low purr in her throat, Sable continued the song. “Think of all the fun I've missed...Think of all the men that I haven't kissed...Next year I could be just as good...If you'll just fulfill my Christmas list.”

Devon crooked his finger, beckoning her to come closer still.

Sable slowed, rotating her hips like an old-fashioned stripper. “Santa baby, I want your yacht.” Aiming her gaze at his cock, she sassily crooned, “And really that is a lot...Been a naughty girl in bed all year...Santa baby, so hurry down my chimney tonight.” Slinking nearer, Sable sang in a smooth purr, “Santa honey, there's one thing I really do need...Your seed...Deep inside my flooded mine...Santa handsome, so hurry down my chimney tonight.”

Devon shot upright, but didn’t approach her. Though, his hunk o’ meat looked as though it tried to approach her, given its thrusting size.

“Santa sexy, and fill my stocking with your sausage.” Sable swayed her shoulders provocatively, along with the sweltering music. “Give me your meatballs...For an extra good time...Santa sexy, and hurry down my chimney tonight.” As she inched toward Devon, Sable rippled the long fall of her hair, knowing how it affected him. “Come and trim my Christmas wreathe...With some decorations bought at Tiffany's...I really do believe in you...Let's see how much you believe in me.”

Devon’s eyes glowed, super-powered with an inner light, an indication to Sable that she’d savagely aroused him. Just the way she liked it, depending on her sexual mood, of maow-ing course.

Sinuously moving beside him, Sable rubbed her hip on his thigh as part of her performance, singing, “Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing...No need for a ring...No need for a wedding...but, Santa baby, hurry down my chimney tonight...Hurry down my chimney tonight...Hurry, tonight.”

Raising on tiptoe, Sable twisted like the cat girl she was. Placing her lips close to his ear, she rumbled her best Eartha Kitt purr.

Before she could think or blink, Devon seized her, dipping her so low, Sable’s feet barely remained on the floor. Immediately, his kiss trapped her mouth with delicious ruthlessness. For long incredible moments, the unceasing press of his mouth thrilled through her limbs, and left her boneless inside his super strong hold. The molding of his lips over hers tempted Sable’s fiercest desires, until ultimately, she raged for whatever he wanted to do to her.

“Sable,” he growled privately. “You’re getting a ring whether you like it or not.”

“Meow, super man,” she breathy whispered against his mouth. “Put it around that meaty cock of yours.”
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The Bull is on hiatus this week. Happy Snorting Holidays!
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Shapeshifter lovers, check out CAT NIP. It’s a free read by erotic romance author, Gem Sivad ~ http://gemsivad.wordpress.com ~ also, for the ongoing story, subscribe at ~ http://textnovel.com ~
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Plus, take a peek at COYOTE MOON by Pat Cunningham at ~ http://bookstrand.com/product-coyotemoon-14959-330.html ~ Pat’s book has received several top reviews.
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HAPPY SHAPESHIFTING HOLIDAYS

~ MAY ALL YOUR READING DREAMS COME TRUE ~

Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Author of ~

All Shades of Blue Paradise
Red Lioness Tamed
When a Good Angel Falls
Tangerine Carnal Dreams
Murder by Hair Spray in Gardenia, New Atlantis
Black Cat Beauty
Her Insatiable Dark Heroes
Stallion of Ash and Flame ~
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5 Star Review! And a sneak peek at what's next :)

5 Ribbon Review for The Collision
"Wow. THE COLLISION is an amazing story! As the second installment of the GUARDIAN’S REALM series, it continues the ongoing war between the vampires and Guardians, and gives another delicious story. While none of the characters from the previous story make an appearance, the action in this one more then makes up for it! It is all here, red-hot love scenes, tender emotions, vulnerable heroines, alpha heroes, villains that make your skin crawl, Ms. Kauffman managed to include everything! Excellent job!"
Noelle, Romance Junkies

And here's an unoffical sneak peak at Book III in the Guardian's Realm Series, The Clash Coming March 2010 from Loose Id

A familiar prickling of unease crawled over Special Agent Robert Almaden's spine as he stepped off the train into an inhospitable land of foreign smells and sounds. He didn’t speak the language. The food seemed strange and unpalatable to him. Even the air felt different on his skin.

And night was when the vampires emerged. The threat of danger was almost comforting. It was the only thing familiar and dependable in this unpleasant country.

His rolling suitcase bumped and rocked on the cobblestone street of the medieval city, fighting him every inch with a mind of its own. I get it. I don’t like it here either. He missed the paved lines, modern order, and hardworking efficiency of the Good ‘Ole U.S. of A.

Robert stopped and flipped open the GSM phone.

Just get it over with. He punched the speed dial, half expecting the number to be out of service or a fake she’d given to placate the organization before leaving San Francisco.

“Salut.”

She sang the greeting like a melody. Instantly, he knew it was her. He recognized the sultry, scotch and soda voice even though it was months ago that he’d only briefly spoken to Cvetelina. At the sound of her rich contralto, the faded memory of her image flared bright in his mind’s eye.

“Cine este? Hello, who is there?”

“Cvetelina, this is Agent Almaden.”

Silence.

“Do you remember me from San Francisco?”

Still more silence. The line popped, and for a moment he thought she’d hung up on him.

“Hmmm. Dark hair, blue eyes. Small penis.”

“Excuse me?”

She laughed, a throaty chuckle that sent vibrations through his phone, into his hand, and down his spine. “I am a vampire, Agent Almaden. We can, how do you say, see like infrared. I can detect your heart beating. You think I can not also detect your cock throbbing? You get a hard-on when you come into the room with me.”

“Not for the reason you think.” Bitch.

“Because you want to stake me.” She drawled the word “stake” slow and deep.

“Not in a million years.” His finger itched to disconnect.

“That’s okay. I might live that long.” She tsked into the phone, as sultry as a 976-SEXX operator. “Be nice, Agent. You call me because you want something.”

The way she said vant soom-sink started ripples of heat rolling south. Damn, why did she have to have such a sexy voice? Remember what she is, he told himself. The thought of glowing eyes and elongated canines pulled his mind out of the gutter and sent a chill over his flesh.

“I’m in Romania. In Brasov.”

Another silence stretched. “You follow me here? I’m flattered.”

“I need your help.”

“Tracking a vampire, no doubt. Why I should help you?”

“Agent Reese with the Vampire Secret Service said you could be trusted.” Robert paused, grinding his teeth. Honestly, one vampire’s reference for another didn’t mean shit to him. “If you can’t, just say so. Don’t waste my time and I won’t waste yours.”

“You Americans are so tense. I sense you are grumpy after long travel.” He expected the phone to click off in his ear. Instead, she said “Who is with you?”

“No one. I’m here alone.”

“Now you take me for the fool.”

His irritation grew, but Robert didn’t have the energy to vocalize it. Instead, when he spoke, the pathetic pleading he heard in his own voice shamed him. “Cvetelina, my problem is personal. It’s obvious I made a mistake in calling you. Just forget it.”

“Where are you?” she cut in.

He swallowed, looking around. Asking for help from a vampire suddenly made him feel weak. He regretted he’d even made the call. “I just got off the train. I’m near what looks like a restaurant with red awnings.”

“Ah. Boar’s Head Inn. Go inside the pub. Isn’t safe for you on street. I will be there soon.” She chuckled again. “Try the mead. It is excellent.”