My short story, Trick or Treat, is available for sale!
Just as she passed a set of etched-glass windows, the full moon emerged from behind a cloud and illuminated the room.
She gasped, pressing a hand to her breast.
A man stood before her. And what a man. He was over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a muscular chest. The state of his chest was apparent because he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His hair was very light and long enough to brush his elbows. He had amazing eyes. They seemed to shift in the ever-changing moonlight that played over his face, flowing from blue to silver and back again. She’d never seen their like before.
He smiled, the corners of his lush lips rising.
Her heart beat like a ritual drum, the rhythm escalating as her breathing quickened. What an astoundingly-desirable man. Almost unnaturally so. Hot juices dampened the silk thong she’d purchased for this special occasion. Her bra-less nipples hardened and pushed through the fabric of her black velvet blouse as her breasts swelled in anticipation.
(Of course, if this yummy fellow was really a vampire, he'd have combusted by now. But let's pretend . . .)