Night is Magic: A Vampire Romance (Hearts of Dagon Book 1) by Adale Alix

Author:Adale, Alix [Adale, Alix]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: vampires, Terra Melancholia, paranormal romance, PNR, vampire romance, fiction, romance, Hearts of Dagon, vampire fiction, Alix Adale
Publisher: Roselandia Press
Published: 2017-07-25T04:00:00+00:00

For a homeless camp, Respect Village looked—respectable. No tents or tarps strung up between trees here. The place had about fifty tiny homes ranging from garden sheds to pre-fab cottages packed together in an abandoned lot owned by the city. Murals and garden planters abounded. Greenery closed in, while not far away, jets thundered up and down the runways of Portland International Airport.

The battered old pick-up truck rumbled up to the gate and stopped. For a few seconds longer than needed, Xerxes held her close. She didn’t protest that. Without the truck vibrating and rumbling all around them, his strong chest pressed against her back, rising and falling with his breathing. His face pressed against her hair.

This was getting serious.

Then the truck doors slammed open and Shirtless and his buddy jumped out. “Let’s unload this sucker!”

With reluctance, she parted Xerk’s fingers and slipped out of his grasp. She didn’t even risk a glance back. That would be—awkward. She felt all funny inside. This hadn’t happened to her, god, in years. Certainly not since her turning, or in the depressing years of college, when the medicine stopped working and the bills and the bad grades kept piling up.

Going ga-ga over some guy, was she? This wasn’t some guy, though. This was Xerxes. Even this dirty and scared, her long-lost desire had rekindled. Where had it been all those years? Vampires didn’t fall in love or even experience any genuine, sexual desire. That had been the assumption, based on her own experience. None of her clan mates interested her at all, nor did any of the other immortals they met at these putrid gatherings, these solstices and clubs. The others went through the motions of sex, a short-term fix to feel good, a hollow mockery of the humanity they’d abandoned, the way they still ate food they didn’t need or wore clothes that served no purpose to ageless, almost indestructible beings. That had been her operating assumption. Maybe those notions were wrong. Maybe desire and lust weren’t impossible in this condition.

Xerxes took his leather jacket off to help with the work. Underneath, his Golden State Warriors jersey was as filthy as her blouse, but that didn’t matter. Those hard, iron-sculpted muscles called her name. His chest could melt butter—it was that hot. Don’t dwell on it. Shirtless rolled up a few shopping carts and she got busy, chucking logs into the carts. They made a pleasing rattle as each log clanked against the steel mesh.

A knot of residents emerged from the village and pitched in. An older, pony-tailed guy with a clipboard, one of the residents, supervised. Rules posted in prominent places stressed cooperation and prohibited hard drugs and violence. Fences and gates surrounded the place and while they looked trivial to climb over, they said loud and clear: Keep Out! This wasn’t a lawless party zone. These people wanted back into regular society and when that didn’t work out, they’d made one of their own.

When the unloading finished, she approached Clipboard Guy.

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