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spontaneous sneezes – something their body did with
little to no thought or control. He wanted a woman who was fully
able to savor her lascivious nature. He demanded more
sophistication in his sensuality.
    Who knew if his redheaded temptress
understood this power, but he was willing to go on a little faith.
Very rarely did a vision revisit his dreams as she had done, almost
as if she was doing it on purpose. If he didn’t know any better,
he’d suspect that she was an aged bloodsucker like himself, with
the ability to infiltrate the mind and manipulate the senses.
Thoughts of her were slowly morphing from a curiosity to an
obsession. He couldn’t even remember the exact curve of her face,
but the image of her vibrant hair was burned into his memory, like
a tattoo on his brain. Raven decided that even if she didn’t know
the power of sex, she would when he was done with her.
    Of course, Raven felt that of all of his
conquests. He had been hard pressed to find an equal, much less
someone who could teach him a thing or two. But there was something
different about this redhead – and he was determined to find out
what that was.
    So he went to the bar every night and he
waited, willing her to return. His aura grew so strong in his
desire that he drew women to him like a magnet. One in particular
found him especially interesting. Her name was Tracy Lynn, and she
made sure he was aware of her presence.
    Like too many of the other young women who
frequented the bar, she was far more annoying than enticing. She
stood too close, laughed too loud and invaded his personal space
without invitation on more than one occasion.
    While he’d been polite, he had not encouraged
her behavior in any way. He refused to waste his time with her, and
she had no real clue who she was dealing with despite the fact he
could bare his fangs at will in the sanctity of the coven.
    She was, for lack of a better word, a
groupie. Vampires were like rock stars in that way. Their ultimate
dangerous, rebellious bad boy nature drew girls to them in droves.
While their fascination was a bit of an ego boost, their
desperation wore on Raven. They were why he was so selective, and
found himself drawn to those girls who presented more of a
challenge.
    With Tracy Lynn, there was no challenge. She
made sure he understood in no uncertain terms that he could have
her in whatever way he wanted her, which was the number one reason
he didn’t want her.
    That and she was impossibly dull. From her
drab, unstyled tresses to her careless wardrobe, everything about
her screamed to the heavens above how much she needed him to even
validate her existence.
    Unfortunately for Raven, his disinterest
fueled her obsession. And this night was no exception. She buzzed
around him like an annoying gnat, despite the fact he had taken to
communicating her only with curt head nods or placating smiles. She
remained astonishingly unaware. In fact, she seemed to take
whatever sign he gave her as positive reinforcement for her
behavior. She inched closer and closer to him as he turned more the
other direction.
    Clearly she had not been schooled in the fine
art of body language.
    He managed to ignore her for the most part as
he kept his eye on the door of the club. And almost like a mirage,
the shock of bright copper hair appeared from the moonless
night.
    He was so struck to see her again he forgot
about Tracy Lynn. He wasn’t sure but he even thought he might have
forgotten to breathe.
    Her black cloak fell away to reveal the milky
white expanse of her ample cleavage, pushed high and proud by a
purple and black velvet corset. Her bright green eyes were lined
with black eyeliner, while her pale ivory face was illuminated
under the lights over the dance floor.
    It was her. She had come to him.
    Why hadn’t he thought about calling to her
before?
    Just as he pushed away from the bar to go to
her, he caught sight of the man who entered the bar just behind
her. What he saw stopped him in his