Amber Bradley and her friend Scarlett are running for their lives...and running out of time. The vampire Andros is closing in on Amber - hungry for revenge for her rejection of him in a past life, centuries ago. Her vampire lover Stefan is waiting, none too patiently, for her to decide what she wants...eternal un-life with him, or life on the run. If Amber can't figure out how Andros always seems to know her next move, she and her best friend may pay the ultimate price.
WARNING: This novelette is for audiences 18 and older ONLY. It features hot vampire-human sex scenes, m/f/m, a delicious vampire coven orgy, and other general naughtiness.
EXCERPT
“Do you miss me?” Amber opened her eyes to the sound of Stefan’s voice.
Not just Stefan. He’d brought three others with him. They were handsome and muscular, and all of them had stripped their shirts off. One was blond and two had black hair.
Amber looked around. She was in the dream version of her motel; Scarlett wasn’t there and neither were the garlands of garlic.
“I think about you all day long,” Amber admitted to Stefan. “When I close my eyes I see you.”
“Then why don’t you come back to me?” Stefan climbed on the bed and sat next to her. The other vampires did the same. Amber started to shrink back, but Stefan grabbed her arm and looked her straight in the eye.
“You know you want this.”
Amber flushed with embarrassment, but didn’t deny it. She did want it. Craved it. She hadn’t been afraid of falling asleep tonight; she’d looked forward to it, to what would happen to her.
Stefan pushed her back on the bed, and one of the other vampires moved in, grabbing her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, and stroking Amber’s golden waves of hair. He was muscular, with dark curly hair, and sharply defined abs. Amber found herself eying the treasure trail of dark hair that ran from his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his slacks.
She wanted to follow that treasure trail with her tongue.
“I don’t think that you’ve formally been introduced,” Stefan said. “That is Vlad. “ He gestured at the two vampires who were still standing by the bed. “This is Pyotr, and this is Kristoff.” The men were like a group of Greek statues come to life, pure perfection in male form, with smooth skin and perfectly proportioned bodies.

Stefan quickly yanked up her t-shirt, exposing her full round breasts and her rosy pink nipples. He bent down and took her nipple in his mouth, sucked it, circled it with his tongue.
Amber moaned. She felt one of the other vampires yanking at her pants, pulling them down to her ankles, and she squirmed and struggled.
“Stefan, aren’t you jealous?” she gasped.
“Jealous?” He laughed. “This is the way of the coven. I made them with my blood; we are as one.”
The vampire who’d pulled her pants off placed his strong hands between her thighs and forced them open.
“Taste her, Pyotr,” Stefan said. “I love how you make her moan.”