Seduced by the Darkling. Lauren Hawkeye

      He looked like he wanted to take a bite out of her. At that moment, she might have let him.

      “I want it to be you, but if you won’t, I will find someone else. Think on that.” His fingers trailed lightly over her skin as he released the slip of paper, and Jazlyn felt her breasts tighten at the slight touch.

      She didn’t say anything. What could she say? He was a crazy man who thought that vampires were real. He wanted her to write a story about them. And even with all of that crazy, he had her insides tied into knots of need.

      She shook her head in refusal, but she knew at that moment that he’d said the magic words. No way would she give a scoop to someone else. She would at least look into it, crazy or not.

      Zachariah stepped back and studied her seriously. “You should also know that I am a vampire as well. We are not all creatures controlled by our base desires.”

      Jazlyn squeezed her eyes tightly shut and pressed her fingers to her temples.

      This guy was crazy hot, but the emphasis was on the crazy.

      When she refocused her eyes, intending to ask him to tell her more, she found he’d disappeared. Blinking in disbelief, she looked frantically around the room.

      He had to be somewhere; no one could move that fast.

      There was nothing in the empty apartment besides the frantic pulse of her heart and the slightest movement of the teal curtains by her balcony.

      He was gone.