Deep in the heart of the French Quarter, where the Bourbon Street revelry is nothing more than a far off whisper, underground blood-bar La Luxure beckons those with darker tastes through its narrow archway. When tourist Julia Brown stumbles unwittingly into Luxure, she first thinks it's nothing more than a swanky Goth club. But when a patron is found dead on the street, drained of blood and covered in bites and marks, Julia begins to fear there's something more sinister lurking below the sleek interior. And at the center of it all is Armand Laroque, who awakens a lust she never knew existed and a temptation impossible to resist. If she succumbs to that lust, will she be the next victim? Warning: La Luxure is adult romance, with explicit language and graphic sex. EXCERPT: “You do realize that’s illegal,” a deep voice purred in her ear. Julia’s heart and stomach exchanged places. She spun around startled, knowing exactly who she’d find. A hundred years wouldn’t erase the memory of that voice. Armand was grinning at her, his long, sharp canines gleaming brightly in the gloomy light. He was even paler than she remembered, and better looking. Wearing a tall crowned, black suede hat and tailored, knee length military coat with the collar flipped up, his dark hair brushed his broad shoulders in soft curls and his hazel eyes were fixated on her with that unnerving intensity. Oh God, she was alone, in the most frightening place on earth, with this dangerous, gorgeous stranger. She’d wanted to see him again, but not here, not like this. Why was he even here? Had he followed her? Maybe her attraction to him was clouding her judgment and he wasn’t as innocent as she imagined. She should’ve gone to the police while she had the chance. “Did I frighten you?” His tone was amused. That was the understatement of the century. But there was nothing threatening about his body language, nothing overtly suspicious about the way he stood nonchalantly before her, his hands shoved casually into the pockets of his black wool coat. In fact, he appeared genuinely pleased to see her. She had to make a quick decision. Either she give into her neurotic fears and run for her life, or give him the benefit of the doubt and treat him like any other man she’d met and didn’t believe might be a serial killer vampire. She laughed nervously as her decision was hastily made.