a deliciously dirty story to delight her small band
of fans? Not surprisingly, Lo is now on an extended sabbatical from college.
Luckily Lo stumbled onto the world of erotic romance publishers. She realized there were other readers
who loved and craved breathtaking romance with the spiciest of love scenes. She took a chance and
submitted her first novella. The rest is history.
Lo lives in Texas with her family and beloved Great Dane, Bosley.
To learn more about Lolita Lopez, please visit www.lolitalopez.com . Send an email to Lo at
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It’s never a good idea to date your prey…
Feral Passion
© 2009 Stephanie Bedwell-Grime
Xandra had a thing about vampires—like not dating one. Ever. But now that she’s on the hunt for the
mastermind behind a newly formed vampire army, she’s sucking it up and dating every vamp in her little
black book. Her prime suspect: Dante. Cop, vampire—and drop-dead gorgeous.
As the police force’s vampire liaison officer, Dante is no stranger to crime. Feral vampires are attacking
in droves, and he’s hell-bent on finding out who’s responsible before the backlash robs them all of their
hard-won rights. His number one suspect: Xandra. Hunter, smartass—and sexy as sin.
No one is more surprised than Xandra when Dante shows up as her date. Her cover is not all that’s
blown during their mutual interrogation. Sparks of attraction fly—right before an attack leaves her gravely
injured. With no choice but to inoculate her with his blood, Dante has more questions than ever before.
Like who wants her silenced.
As they race to uncover a long-buried secret, Xandra realizes she can trust no one. Not even Dante.
Especially since his blood is giving her unpredictable side effects…
Warning: Contains violence and hot and heavy vampire action.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Feral Passion:
“I think—” she started to say. “I need—”
And then the world slipped away from her.
Dante cursed in the darkness. Motion stopped. With his arm slung across her shoulder, he walked
across uneven gravel. He leaned her against a brick wall and ordered her to remain standing. The brick was
still warm from the sun and comforting somehow. She couldn’t stop shaking. It seemed inevitable that she
would be sick.
She protested weakly when Dante moved her away from the warm brick. Keys jingled in his hand. The
smell of mildew and disinfectant assaulted her senses.
She tried to warn Dante about her nausea, but he herded her across the floor and lowered her to a
lumpy bed. It creaked ominously as he lay down beside her.
Xandra turned toward his warmth, the only comfort in the misery she couldn’t escape.
“It’s going to be okay, Xandra,” he whispered.
His breath ruffled her hair. She heard another sound, something wet and tearing.
“Here.” Dante’s voice sounded disproportionately loud above the ventilation system.
His wrist pressed against her lips. She tasted the saltiness of his skin and felt his arms tighten around
her, as if he expected it to hurt. Thick, coppery blood seeped into her mouth. Even though her mind
rebelled, her body remembered what to do. She swallowed reflexively.
Dante’s blood flowed into her. Like electricity it rushed outward through her veins, repairing the
damage the vampires had done to her. And for a moment she was content just to drink and be healed. Then
gently, he pulled his wrist away.
She clasped his wrist, desperately trying to bring it back to her mouth, but he firmly disengaged her
fingers. She moaned at the sudden loss.
“Easy,” Dante said. “Trust me, you don’t want to have too much.”
Alarm bells rang in some distant part of her mind. No, she certainly didn’t want to have too much. That
led to the inevitable changes that would make her a vampire. A creature like those hopeless fiends who’d
attacked her.
Her eyes flew open. Panicked, she stared at him.
“Don’t worry,” he said,