Vampire Gates McHenry has waited eighty years for a chance at sexy shapeshifter Ava Harper.
When she stalks into his bar armed with a wolf trap and a nasty attitude, he knows the time has come to deal himself into the game. But the stakes are higher than any he’s ever faced. Someone or something has taken an interest in Ava. A deadly interest.
If Gates can call the enemy’s bluff and keep Ava from staking him in the process, the ultimate gamble may be just the move to win Ava’s heart forever.
He grinned up at her and a slow smile spread across her face, something that sparked a bit of concern inside him. When she bent down and leaned over him, he stopped thinking at all. Then she put those moist lips by his cheek and he was glad he didn’t breathe, for the feel of her against him would’ve driven the air from his lungs. In spite of his touted control, having her this close had him struggling not to reach out and take what he wanted. His mind started to wander, envisioning all the ways he could make her…
His words were cut off by the pressure of the stake tight against his heart. Ava leaned down close, that satisfied smile broader now. The point of the wood nipped at his clothing and drove all the nude images out of his brain.
“What’s the matter, gambler? Don’t like the stakes?”
“You carry a stake with you? Where the hell did you have that hidden?”
Ava pointed to the flowerbed by the porch. “There. You were so deep in your horny daydream I could’ve pulled out a Mac truck and you wouldn’t have noticed.”
“Why is it every time I try to get romantic with you, you whip out a stake? What have you got against having a good time?”
She plopped down on the ground next to him. “Your obsession with playing almost got you killed.”