I Only Have Fangs For You. Kathy Love
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“WHY ARE YOU SO SCARED OF ME?” HE ASKED SOFTLY.
She shifted away as if she planned to move down a step and then bolt. He couldn’t let that happen, not before he understood what had brought on this outburst.
“Mi—Wilhelmina, talk to me.” He placed a hand on the wall, blocking her escape down the stairs.
She glared at him with more anger and more of that uncomfortable fear.
“You can bully your mortal conquests,” she said, her voice low. “But you can’t bully me.”
Sebastian sighed. “My earlier behavior to the contrary, I don’t want to bully you. Or anyone.”
“You can’t seduce me, either,” she informed him.
“I don’t…” Seduce her? Was that what all this was about?
“Do you want me to seduce you?” he asked with a curious smile. Maybe that was the cause for her crazy outburst. She was jealous.
She laughed, the sound abrupt and harsh. “Hardly, I just told you that I didn’t want you to seduce me.”
“No,” he said slowly. “You told me I can’t. That sounds like a challenge.”
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I Only Have Fangs For You
Kathy Love
KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.
http://www.kensingtonbooks.com
For my readers, who have embraced
the Young Brothers and all
their undead quirks.
Acknowledgments
Thank you to the Tarts! As always, your support is greatly appreciated.
Thank you, Julie, Chris, and Lisa for the last minute read-throughs, the brilliant advice, and just being there. You are the best!
Thanks, Mom and Dad, for all your help with everything and your constant encouragement.
Thank you, Bill and Mary Ellen, for all your help.
Thank you, Cindy, Guinness, and Nellie. You were wonderful entertainment to Emily and a great help to me.
Todd, I really needed you on this one, and you were there. Thank you and I love you.
And all my love to Emily.
Contents
“WHY ARE YOU SO SCARED OF ME?” HE ASKED SOFTLY
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
Chapter 1
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful neck?”
Sebastian pressed his lips to the neck in question. The bare skin just below the woman’s earlobe was warm and wonderfully scented, and just like that, his fangs lengthened. But he repressed the hunger and smiled slightly as he felt the woman startle. She leapt away and spun to see who was taking such liberties. Her outraged expression dissolved into a slow, pleased grin.
“Sebastian,” she breathed, unconsciously tilting her head so her silky blond locks fell back over her shoulder, exposing more of her lovely neck and collarbone. The tiny pulse at the base of her throat quickened, a rapid, delighted flutter under her tanned skin. Her eyes roamed over him with appreciation.
Sebastian grinned. He could always count on Hannah to be very welcoming. And he needed Hannah’s sort of welcome tonight. After the week he’d had, he deserved a very, very welcoming Hannah.
He frowned slightly. Her name was Hannah, wasn’t it? Or was it Anna?
Sure, they had spent a few nights together in the past, but really, there had been very little talking involved. And they had met here, in the nightclub, with the mobs of patrons and the loud, pulsating dance music—it was an easy mistake, right? Hannah. Anna. An honest mix-up.
In his mind, he suddenly saw his brothers’ disapproving looks. Rhys with his censorious frown, and Christian with that condescending arch of his eyebrow.
Sebastian refocused on Hannah—well, probably Hannah. Her name didn’t matter, not for what he had in mind. Although, he did catch himself studying her, estimating her age, even though he knew she was old enough to be here at the club. But after being called home from his vacation (if anyone could call time spent with his preachy brothers a vacation) because the cops had been tipped off that Carfax Abbey,