Kiss Me Deadly
Two months ago, a slayer killed Nikolaus Drake.
Not any slayer, but a vigilante witch with death in her eyes. As if acid, her blood ate into his flesh. Felled in an instant, Nikolaus had gasped for breath, and could not find it. His heart had stopped beating.
A vampire isn't supposed to survive the death cocktail—that's what vampires call witch's blood—but, after being hit, drunk from his friend, racing to take the blood before death's release of the mortal soul made it useless.
The blood had served to restart Nikolaus's heart. He wasn't sure how he'd made it home, or how he'd been able to stop the caustic effects of the death cocktail.
And it didn't matter anymore. Nikolaus had survived. He was now a vampire phoenix, risen from ash and blood. But his injuries had forced him into seclusion, for a witch wound proved a stubborn heal. He st ... read full excerpt from Kiss Me Deadly ebook
