When I move to a cozy New England town to escape my past, I revel in the warm bodies that fall into my lap. From college co-eds to tweed-jacketed professors and everyone in between, the sleepy hamlet is the perfect hideout for a decades old vampire. I do more than a shot of tequila at the end of the night; I take shots of A+ and O- like it's going out of style.

When a specter from my past emerges from the shadows and waltzes into my bar, it takes all my strength not to ruin her in front of the entire town. The one who made me, the one who will break me-Camilla, queen of the bloody undead. My cock stirs, and my blood boils at the sight of her. The only way to make a vampire stay is to keep them fed. The sleepy college town is an all-you-can-eat-buffet of hot blood and hotter bodies waiting to be sucked dry. I can feed Camilla, I can fuck her, and I can keep her under my thumb; all I need is one night and a willing volunteer.