Tall, Dark & Lonely (Pyte/Sentinel Series Book 1)
by R.L. Mathewson
When the mother that abandoned them years ago suddenly shows up and moves them to New Hampshire, Madison has no choice but to go or lose her family. Shoving her dreams aside yet again, she tries to make a life for her siblings only to discover that nothing is going the way that it should. It’s really cold. Her fifteen year old sister acts like a hooker in training. Men act funny around her. Her boss is a real jerk. She feels like an outsider. Her best friend turns out to be a mouthy sixteen year old kid and the incredibly handsome guy renting the room adjoining hers not only hogs the bathroom, taking three showers a day and leaving her with cold water, but he also has a secret. A secret that she becomes a bit obsessed with and can’t let go no matter how many times she’s warned off.
Detective Ephraim Williams learned long ago not to show any emotion or allow himself to get attached to humans. What was the point? They came and went and he remained. This time wouldn’t be any different or so he thought. When his landlady told him that her grandchildren were moving in he didn’t expect much, well other than to be left alone. What he didn’t expect was to have to fight bloodlust every time he so much as caught the scent of his delectable neighbor’s blood or her bombarding him with questions every time she cornered him. If that’s not bad enough, a Master from his past has found him once again and is demanding his blood and is willing to do anything to get it, even using the beautiful, irritating, neighbor that makes him feel more than pain for the first time in centuries to get it.
Excerpt Tall, Dark & Lonely by RL Mathewson
“What the hell….” she murmured against her better judgment.
He gave her a lopsided grin. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance you didn’t see that?”
She shook her head. His smile disappeared as he sighed, “I didn’t think so.”
He turned to face her. “I need to taste your blood.”
She backed away from him. “I’m not letting you sink your teeth into me, you bloodsucker!”
As her back hit the table she reached back for a weapon. She found the roll basket and picked it up quickly hugging it to her chest. She began throwing rolls at him while she retreated away from him. “Get back!”
He ducked out of the way easily. “Or what you’ll throw butter at me?” he teased.
“I’m not kidding….I’ll….I’ll…” She looked around the room, there was nothing around that she could use, no crosses, no holy water. Damn it why hadn’t her Grandmother found religion? That would be really helpful at the moment.
Ephraim held his hands up. She was out of rolls. “Listen, I know you’re frightened and I understand that. I’m not trying to scare you, but I need to taste your blood.”
She threw the basket at him. “Are you crazy? I’m not letting you bite me!”
“I don’t want to bite you. Your blood is the last thing I want.” He looked pained.
That stopped her short. “My blood’s not good enough for you?”
“That’s not it at all.” He didn’t try to walk after her. Ephraim remained where he was, but they both knew he could get to her before she made it to the door so she didn’t try to run, yet.
“Wait, you do drink blood don’t you?” This was getting really confusing.
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Yes!”
“You don’t have to snap it was just a question.”
He held up a hand. “My apologies.”
She nodded her acceptance. “Why isn’t my blood good enough? I bathe, I eat healthy, I don’t use drugs, drink or smoke. I’m not a vampire or anything but I would think that would make my blood attractive.”
His jaw dropped. “Are you trying to get me to bite you?”
“Because you insulted my blood!”
He pinched the bridge of his nose and laughed.
“You think this is funny?” Madison demanded.
“No, I think this is the most trying conversation of my life.”