I Only Have Fangs For You. Kathy Love

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      “WHY ARE YOU SO SCARED OF ME?” HE ASKED SOFTLY.

      She shifted away as if she planned to move down a step and then bolt. He couldn’t let that happen, not before he understood what had brought on this outburst.

      “Mi—Wilhelmina, talk to me.” He placed a hand on the wall, blocking her escape down the stairs.

      She glared at him with more anger and more of that uncomfortable fear.

      “You can bully your mortal conquests,” she said, her voice low. “But you can’t bully me.”

      Sebastian sighed. “My earlier behavior to the contrary, I don’t want to bully you. Or anyone.”

      “You can’t seduce me, either,” she informed him.

      “I don’t…” Seduce her? Was that what all this was about?

      “Do you want me to seduce you?” he asked with a curious smile. Maybe that was the cause for her crazy outburst. She was jealous.

      She laughed, the sound abrupt and harsh. “Hardly, I just told you that I didn’t want you to seduce me.”

      “No,” he said slowly. “You told me I can’t. That sounds like a challenge.”

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      Published by Kensington Publishing Corp.

      I Only Have Fangs For You

      Kathy Love

      KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

       http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

      For my readers, who have embraced

      the Young Brothers and all

      their undead quirks.

      Acknowledgments

      Thank you to the Tarts! As always, your support is greatly appreciated.

      Thank you, Julie, Chris, and Lisa for the last minute read-throughs, the brilliant advice, and just being there. You are the best!

      Thanks, Mom and Dad, for all your help with everything and your constant encouragement.

      Thank you, Bill and Mary Ellen, for all your help.

      Thank you, Cindy, Guinness, and Nellie. You were wonderful entertainment to Emily and a great help to me.

      Todd, I really needed you on this one, and you were there. Thank you and I love you.

      And all my love to Emily.

      Contents

      “WHY ARE YOU SO SCARED OF ME?” HE ASKED SOFTLY

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Epilogue

      Chapter 1

      “Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful neck?”

      Sebastian pressed his lips to the neck in question. The bare skin just below the woman’s earlobe was warm and wonderfully scented, and just like that, his fangs lengthened. But he repressed the hunger and smiled slightly as he felt the woman startle. She leapt away and spun to see who was taking such liberties. Her outraged expression dissolved into a slow, pleased grin.

      “Sebastian,” she breathed, unconsciously tilting her head so her silky blond locks fell back over her shoulder, exposing more of her lovely neck and collarbone. The tiny pulse at the base of her throat quickened, a rapid, delighted flutter under her tanned skin. Her eyes roamed over him with appreciation.

      Sebastian grinned. He could always count on Hannah to be very welcoming. And he needed Hannah’s sort of welcome tonight. After the week he’d had, he deserved a very, very welcoming Hannah.

      He frowned slightly. Her name was Hannah, wasn’t it? Or was it Anna?

      Sure, they had spent a few nights together in the past, but really, there had been very little talking involved. And they had met here, in the nightclub, with the mobs of patrons and the loud, pulsating dance music—it was an easy mistake, right? Hannah. Anna. An honest mix-up.

      In his mind, he suddenly saw his brothers’ disapproving looks. Rhys with his censorious frown, and Christian with that condescending arch of his eyebrow.

      Sebastian refocused on Hannah—well, probably Hannah. Her name didn’t matter, not for what he had in mind. Although, he did catch himself studying her, estimating her age, even though he knew she was old enough to be here at the club. But after being called home from his vacation (if anyone could call time spent with his preachy brothers a vacation) because the cops had been tipped off that Carfax Abbey, his nightclub, was serving minors, he felt the need to be more cautious. Even though it was an utterly ridiculous accusation.

      Of course, he couldn’t very well tell the police that his club had never served a minor because the men carding at the door were actually preternatural creatures. And preternatural creatures were absolutely great at sniffing out underage partygoers. Minors always gave off a specific and strong vibe. Youth, nervousness, and excitement. Hard to miss and easy to turn away.

      Fortunately, the police decided the accusation was unfounded without that information. With that problem solved, he was now ready to focus on more pleasurable things. He needed that. Between the NYPD, and his brothers, he needed some fun.

      He also needed to reaffirm himself. To reaffirm that his existence was just fine the way it was, despite his brothers’ opinions to the contrary. He was single, he was undead, and he was damned happy about both.

      He grinned at Hannah.

      “Hi there, Han…darling.” Maybe it was better to avoid names, though.

      Probably-Hannah’s smile widened, her eyes narrowing with a predatory hunger that would put any vampire to shame. She stepped back to him, pressing her breasts against his arm as she leaned in to speak.

      “Sebastian, I missed you.”

      He sighed at the sensation of her body against his. Oh yeah, Probably-Hannah was definitely the right place to start reaffirming. He