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Former movie star now turned vampire Cleopatra Lutz is bored
with delivery boy dinners, but Michael Brown is far more excitement
than she’s bargained for. The utterly delicious man wants
to be her nightwalker companion…her regular blood source
as well as her lover…but she’s wary of letting any
man get too close to her.
Michael has had a crush on Cleo for years, but when she takes
sexual advantage of him, eats then runs, he decides not to let
her get away with it. It doesn’t help that she’s
left the mark of her fangs in a very sensitive location and he
needs proper ones to designate him as her companion.
He is willing to do anything, even kidnap her and hold her prisoner
in an abandoned movie studio to work things out with her. Michael
offers Cleo a life with others of her kind, plus a return to
her career as a movie star, but ultimately it is his love and
trust that will win her mark.
Expertly he guided her through the crowd to an open space on
the floor and tugged her into his arms, cinching her tight against
him. “Now just relax and move with me,” he told her,
his voice a whisper in her ears. “Think about it just being
the two of us moving together.”
A shiver went up and down her spine at the dark promise in his
voice, a thrill that kept time with the driving beat of the music.
Somehow she knew he meant far more than dancing with his words.
Her stomach growled, but that wasn’t half as significant
as the heat building up between her legs.
Hungry as she was, it had been even longer since she’d
had sex.
They began to move, not with the beat, but in slow counterpoint
to it, Cleo’s body following his lead as they danced around
the floor. To Cleo’s surprise it was far easier than she
thought to keep up with him. They moved along the dance floor
together in synchronized rhythm, moving slower than those around
them, but with the music. She relaxed in his arms, and gloried
at their strength around her.
For the first time in…what had it been, thirty years, maybe?
However long it was, Cleo danced and enjoyed it thoroughly. Her
feet glided along the floor and she felt as light as a feather,
the way she felt when she flew in the sky beneath a full moon.
More than that, dancing with this glorious unknown male touched
something else inside her. Awareness of him flowed in her, awareness
of more than his blood and the potency of his body, although
those would have been sufficient on their own.
There was also the presence of his mind near to hers, but still
evading her probe. He seemed to surround her with his strength,
in his mind, and from the hardness of his body, particularly
the hardness of that very intriguing bulge in his pants, which
now slid suggestively against the juncture of her thighs.
Her senses woke to full erotic alert, heat building within her
pussy as she imagined just how good something that big would
feel driving deep within her. This was no weak-minded delivery
boy she was with, easy to catch and easier to drink from.
This was a man and the capture promised to be as good as the
chase! Her mind filled with thoughts of how she was going to
get him away from the club. Did she dare take him to her home?
She had that four-poster bed of hers which had seen as little
action in the past few years as she had. This could be a great
time to get some use out of it.
Cleo lowered her head to his shoulder and leaned in to get a
good whiff of him. Oh, he smelled delicious, the most delectable
male she’s smelled in ages. She couldn’t help moving
closer, and then his neck was next to her mouth, his scent intoxicating
and drawing her closer.
His heartbeat pounded in her supersensitive ears, the pulsing
artery just inches away. Unable to resist, she leaned over to
taste him, letting the tip of her tongue slide along the thick
rich vein in his neck.
Outwardly she held her moan, but inside she thrilled at his delicious
taste. This was going to be great…the best feeding in a
long time. She slid her tongue along his neck again, her mouth
watering over his flavor. Just a little taste of him. That’s
all she wanted.
Not here, Cleopatra. We’re too exposed.
Cleo jerked back at the voice in her head. “What?” she
whispered aloud, staring up at the man she danced with.
He stared back, a smile playing across his face. This isn’t
the time or place. I know you’re hungry, but I can’t
feed you on an open dance floor. He hugged her closer, rubbing
her bare back with the flat of his hand, the gesture blatantly
possessive. Wait until I get you home, then you can have all
the blood you want.
Fear dried Cleo’s mouth, making it a desert. Oh, god, he
knew what she was…even worse he knew her real name. He
might have recognized her from the television show and guessed
she really was what she pretended to be. But on Bloody Night
she used a pseudonym and there was no reason for him to know
that Deloris DeNight was actually former movie star Cleopatra
Lutz, a ninety-nine year old vampire.
From her earliest days as a vampire she’d followed the
rules her maker had laid down. Don’t tell anyone what you
are—don’t even let them guess. When they did you
ran, you hid, or you killed, and killing was always a last choice.
Who and what they were was a secret, just him and her for so
long, feeding carefully, always quietly, always alone.
Rodriquez had taught her the best way to avoid notice, the way
he’d lived for centuries and there were no others she knew
about in all of Los Angeles. At least she’d never encountered
any others.
Not that she got out much, but even so, in seventy years you’d
think she’d have run into at least one other like her.
After Rodriguez had died, she’d assumed she was completely
alone.
She’d been so careful to avoid notice—and this man
knew anyway. How could he possibly have guessed the truth?
Perhaps he didn’t know for certain. She tried to bluff
him out. “I don’t know what you mean,” she
said, as if he’d spoken aloud.
Deep amusement covered his face. It’s all right, Cleopatra.
I’m okay. Safe. I’ll never hurt you.
Damn straight he wouldn’t hurt her! She’d never let
him get close enough. Cleopatra Lutz hadn’t lived all these
years as a vampire in the heart of Los Angeles by not knowing
how to disappear when things got tough.
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Starr writes a strong,
sensitive and memorable love story filled with plenty of sex. Michael's
sensitivity and his treatment of Cleo are touching. The pacing
is excellent, although their new relationship is compressed into
a short timeframe. The feelings are real, though, and this is a
terrific book that's difficult to put down. - Leigh Rowling
Cricket Starr’s Fangs For The Memories is a vampire story that
sets itself apart from the others in this genre. This is a story
that I highly recommend to one and all, particularly paranormal fans. - Elizabeth
This story is unique
with the potential for more to come from her wonderful characters.
Michael and Cleo
melt the celluloid when it is time for action. This is the first
time I have read anything by
Ms. Starr, and she has a fan in me. - Cassandra
Fangs For the Memories will capture and enchant you as Michael
re-builds Cleo's life and love. Cricket Starr has given us a wonderful
story
to read. - Elise
FANGS FOR THE MEMORIES is a wonderful book and gives new meaning
to the word intense. ...their relationship is explosive and the
passionate love scenes are non-stop. Cricket Starr has written
another wonderful book that will have readers clamoring for more. -
Angel
…I found
the sex scenes between Cleo and Michael ultra-hot, passionate and
very, very arousing. Whenever, these two came together sexually,
they sizzled and melted the pages like hot butter! Note to reader:
be prepared to experience a wild, sexy ride filled with erotic
enjoyment. This book is definitely a keeper! - Contessa Scion |
Nominee Romantic Times Bookclub Reviewer's Choice
Award - Best Erotic Romance and Erotica Novels - Paranormal/Fantasy/SciFi
category!