Alexander Morgan, vampire extraordinaire, is doing the world a great service by restoring the balance between humans and vampires through his research. But someone is out to stop him, someone who has a great deal to lose and will stop at nothing to make sure Alex is silenced forever.

Things get complicated when he met Valerie Curtis in a cemetery of all places. Her unconscious grace made him think of bed, with her long, long legs wrapped tight around his waist. He couldn’t control the strong stirring against his suddenly snug jeans or the lust that held him close in its grip.

Valerie’s life was one long winter for ten years, ever since her beloved husband John had died. Her passionate nature was locked up within a shell of pure hard ice… until the night she met Alex.

Alex roused needs and yearnings in her that sliced through the ice surrounding her heart. His seductive voice and strong advances forced her to face the passion and the desires that she’d buried years ago. She was inexorably drawn to him, unable to resist the tempting lure of the feelings and sensations he was evoking within her. 

Would she be Seduced by this Immortal Knight?  When his enemies caught up with them, would she be able to keep him?

In the excerpt below, Valerie had just agreed to accompany Alex to the carnival and Alex is going to "reward" her.

“No! That is…” she started, confused. Her bewilderment was exacerbated when he went on all fours and crawled across the distance separating them. “You… you…” she was unnerved by the serious blazing intent in his eyes. The atmosphere between them changed, shifting from one of easy camaraderie to something far more dangerous -- sexy and charged with erotic tension. She scooted back slowly while still on her ass. “What are you doing?!” Her back hit the tombstone. He was so near to her now she could feel the heat radiating from him. Excitement warred with fear to coil deep in her belly.

“Thanking you.” He was looming over her and was but a breath away. She pressed her head against the stone behind her, but she also couldn’t look away from him. This close, she noticed for the first time -- and quite irrelevantly -- that his eyelashes were long and curled, and sure to be the envy of women.

“There’s no -- ” Her last word was muffled against his mouth. Hot and hungry, his lips pushed down on her, overwhelming her with his scent and his taste. She struggled. No, she shouldn’t be doing this. John… She tried to push him away, her legs thrashed and hit him wherever she could reach, but she only succeeded in giving him closer access to her body. He moved in between her open legs and his erection nestled against the juncture of her thighs. He was iron-hard everywhere. Her pussy started to throb in awareness, and involuntarily, her hips pumped against his shaft.

An insidious pleasure started to spiral in her, spreading to every part of her body. A spontaneous moan burst out from her as the sensations engulfed her. She’d forgotten how good a man’s body felt against hers, the pleasure his hands and lips could induce from each nerve ending. Firm and dry, his lips ravished hers, moving over hers in the way of a man who had been left too long in the desert and had suddenly found water. His hands held her tight against his chest, and his hand was burning a fiery trail as he caressed her back.

It was better than good. It was excellent and wonderful and… it scared her.

It was too much too soon.

With all of her strength, she wrenched her head away. She was panting too hard to do anything at first. His lips landed on her throat. That also felt… magnificent. Was there no escaping him?

She pushed against his shoulders with ineffectual strength. “No… please… stop…” God, if he didn’t stop soon… She was losing the willpower to resist against the mighty temptation he presented.