When image consultant Rebecca meets Sebastian, a vampire from a small Eastern European country, her first thought is how much better he'd look without that mullet. Her second thought is that no matter how silly his hairdo is, he's incredibly hot--the perfect one-night stand.
And he is perfect, in more ways than one. Not only do they share the most amazing sex she's ever had, Sebastian is rich and needs some serious help with his lame, old-fashioned image. It's the perfect job for Becky, and she's so confident she can make Sebastian cool she bets her ex-husband a weekend of hot sex that Sebastian will charm the snootiest social lions at the next charity ball.
But Sebastian wants to be more than just a client. He wants Becky to be his, forever, and he'll do anything to win her. Getting into her bed was easy. Getting into her heart is the biggest challenge he's ever faced.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Accustomed to His Fangs by December Quinn
Sebastian was lonely, and though after the first hundred years he thought he was used to being lonely, being here in the middle of this crowd of self-assured people made it worse. Especially since they didn't even have enough imagination to invent new forms of entertainment. He might as well have stayed in Robitsvia for this.
Jonas told him it was for charity, but Sebastian hadn't seen a single poor person yet. Perhaps the ball was to give them some employment? A good idea, actually.
His fresh vodka was almost gone when he decided he'd had enough. It was time to leave. Tomorrow he would go into the office and ask some of his employees, if he could get them to talk to him. Ask them where to go for fun. Sebastian just wanted someone to talk to. Was that such a horrible thing to want? To hope to find a wife, to find love after all these years?
Perhaps it was. Certainly the few things he'd seen on that television contraption told him that marriage was not a popular concept here in America unless the two people being married were of the same sex, in which case it was, as they said, all the rage. He suspected that might have something to do with its being illegal. In his experience, everyone liked to do things that were forbidden to them.
Looking for a place to set his glass, Sebastian headed back through the crowd toward the front door. One thing this party had going for it, the women smelled wonderful and looked like beautiful china dolls. The parties of his youth had been generally filled with shiny-faced, heavy girls who smelled of lamp oil and sweat. These modern women were like flowers, each with her own special scent, despite their general emptiness. The fragrances mingled in his nose, and his body, which had for so long now been quiet, awoke again. How would it feel to hold one of these women in his arms? If they smelled so different now from the women he'd once known, how would they taste? The thought made blood rush to his cock. It had been so long since he'd lain with a woman. He'd been sleeping for ninety-eight years.
Someone grabbed his arm, interrupting his reverie. He whirled around, his instincts telling him to strike, but he forced himself to appear calm. It seemed these people touched each other as a matter of course.
He was glad he'd held back when he saw the woman standing next to him, a broad smile on her pretty face. Something about her leapt out at him, a force, a sensation so strong he felt it in his bones.
"I hope you aren't leaving," she said, keeping her hand on his arm. Her voice was pleasant, just slightly coy, but Sebastian could smell her arousal, could hear her heart beating a quick little rhythm under her rounded breasts and the pale satin bodice of her gown. This woman was ready for a man, and he almost growled when it occurred to him that she might be interested in him.
He hadn't thought finding a wife would be anywhere near this easy.