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tugged at the corners of his mouth and he gave a slow blink of his dark eyelashes. “One reason I know your name is because your photo is on the back of your books, and I’m a fan. I seem to be intrigued by anything to do with vampires. Which is very odd, and quite self-centered.”
    A fan?
    “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. I’m glad you enjoyed the books I wrote. I love vampires, too. What did you mean it’s self-centered for you to be interested in vampires?”
    He laughed, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “I hope you meant what you said about loving vampires, because I happen to be one.”
    She laughed, appreciating his sense of humor, and pointed to his ruffled shirt. “Oh? You mean your costume. You’re dressed as a vampire for a masquerade party?”
    “Well, in a manner of speaking. I tend to gravitate towards the clothing I wore years ago, and since I’m a vampire, and these are my clothes, I suppose you could say I’m dressed as a vampire.”
    She didn’t know what to say, so she just waited for the punchline.
    He leaned in closer to her. “I have a story to tell you. Are you willing to listen?”
    Something about him was unnerving, yet so appealing. Almost magnetic. Familiar. She had to fight the urge to touch his hair. “What kind of story?”
    “A story about you and me.” He wet his lips with his tongue, which drew her attention to his mouth and sent her thoughts spinning in erotic directions.
    She laughed nervously. “You and me? Is this going to be a story with a happy ending?”
    Suddenly serious, he said, “I hope so. Why do you think you became interested in writing about vampires?”
    The change of subject was jarring and she paused for a moment, trying to figure out where the conversation was going. “I don’t remember ever no t being interested in vampires. From my earliest childhood memories. I used to have dreams about a tall, handsome vampire who’d sweep into my bedroom and take me on marvelous adventures. I wrote about him in one form or another in all my books.”
    “Yes. I recognize him. Those weren’t dreams, Alana. That was me.”
    This was getting ridiculous. Unquestionably, he was a crazed fan who’d read about her background online. She sat up, put her feet on the floor and started to rise from the couch. “I feel much better now and I really appreciate you taking up your valuable time to look after me, but I need to go. I’m only a couple of blocks from home, so I won’t even need to call a cab. Thanks again, Mr. Grayson. It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”
    He chuckled and gently grasped her wrist. “I’ve put you off now, haven’t I? You’re thinking I’m a madman or maybe an obsessed fan? Well, since you already think I’m insane, I guess I’ll just press on and tell you the whole story. Then I’m going to make love to you.”
    Her mouth fell open. She knew she definitely should run screaming from the room, but she was so strangely attracted to Michael. Even if he was a loon, something about his chemistry meshed with hers. It had been so long since she found anyone attractive. For some odd reason, she simply didn’t want to leave. Would it be so awful of her to have a one-night-stand? Despite everything, at that moment she wanted him to touch her. Wanted his body on hers. Wanted to feel him thrusting inside her. Warm juices flooded her underwear and her nipples hardened. He had the strangest effect on her.
    He gazed at her intently, his blue eyes darkening. “Vampires can read thoughts, you know.” He angled toward her, pushing her back onto the couch with his forward motion. His warm, soft lips captured hers and his tongue slid into her mouth, exploring. He cupped her breast with his palm and she moaned, embarrassed to be so transparently needy. She broke the kiss and turned her head away.
    He whispered in her ear, “It is your need that allowed you to finally come to me. Don’t wish it away, Alana.”
    She closed her eyes, hoping