She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, his skin warm and soft against her cold lips. She stayed there, close to him, drinking in his scent, a little longer than she meant to. She knew she had to leave and she turned abruptly and walked away. She didn’t look back, but she knew he stood there and watched until she disappeared.
As she walked away it occurred to her the fresh tang of near-dawn air smelled good, but she hated it. It meant the night was drawing to a close. It meant hours of being trapped, hiding from the sun, hours of waiting for nightfall. That was the worst part, waiting for the night.
About Sonya Clark
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Sonya Clark is a lifelong fangirl of all things that go bump in the night, as well as being a fan of old fashioned noir. She always wanted to create her own tough guy character with attitude, living on the fringes but still caring enough about innocents to stand between them and the real bad guys. Merging that first with her fondness for vampires and then with a desire to flip a couple of gender stereotypes on their head, she got the idea for a vampire named Jessie and went from there. She lives in Tennessee with her husband and their Yorkie.
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Table of Contents
Cover
Highlight
Copyright
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Epilogue
About Sonya Clark
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