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Chicago-born Linda is ready to leave the Black Belt behind, entering the newly-integrated University of Georgia to pursue her dream of becoming an attorney. When she has a chance encounter with a handsome fraternity guy on the campus quad, she can’t help but be drawn into his sea-blue eyes.

Fire was my only companion. A burning light in a world otherwise filled with darkness. A life of pain and abuse I never thought I’d escape. I’m still not convinced I have. When friendly Santa-figure turned trucker, Al, finds me at a rest stop and offers me a job at his idyllic farm in small-town Nebraska, the picturesque family life is more than I could hope for.

I rarely eat the food at my upscale Italian restaurant. Vampires need blood, not pasta. I crave the hunt, but I'm not a killer. A lady-killer, yes. There's something about the vampire in me that lures women. The only woman immune to my allure is my dearest and oldest friend, Lily. She helped me survive my transition to vampirism, despite also becoming a monster of sorts. Kind and full of life, Lily is everything I'm not. My unbeating heart wants more than friendship with the fairy, but I'm afraid to ruin our friendship. Besides, what would she want with a broody vampire?

For the past few years, my life has kind of blown. On Earth, I dedicated my entire existence to science, even if my peers dismissed me as a pretty face. When I got abducted by aliens, I was forced to dance in a bubble for extra-terrestrial enjoyment. When I escaped by crashing my alien captor's bus, Gra'eth saved me from drowning and even offered me a place to stay. He keeps telling people I'm his mate, even though I keep telling him the human word for what we are is roommates, but he refuses to say it that way.

I'm popping bonbons and riding the high of securing the lease on my jewelry boutique off Main Street when I make a Galentine's Day pact with my girlfriends. Fueled by a sugar high and bravado, I promise to step out of my comfort zone and book myself a life-drawing portrait. All my life, I've let other people define how I see myself but not anymore. Or so I tell myself. Because . . . getting naked? In front of a stranger? It's a lot. Especially when the artist turns out to be Bentley Cormack, my one true love and the man who left me behind.