Can a one-night stand be more than what it is? Will the flames burn eternal or just melt into wax as the night goes on?
Being in debt to a vampire was not the smartest place to be, and when Kezred calls to collect, Cameo knows that her night spent as arm candy to the sexy vampire isn't going to be a walk in the park.
Led into the midst of mankind's greatest enemy, can Cameo trust her safety to a vampire with questionable intentions and no loyalties?
"Can Cameo come out to play?"
"Play what?" She knew better than to just agree with him.
"Meet me at Murphy Park. Play arm candy for a couple of hours. Think you can handle that?"
She didn't like being rushed and he knew it. He was usually a pain in the ass and she knew it.
"Where's the party?" Would he tell her what his plans were?
The Ash Born dance club? She thought it over. He needed her help for something, but it wasn't going to be quite the picnic he made it sound like. She knew enough about him to figure that out.
"Tick tock, Cameo. Ten...nine...eight—"
"Okay, I'll meet you there in...two hours." Cameo had ignored the ripple of anticipation. After all, there couldn't be anything too dangerous about wearing a dress for a couple hours.
"One." He disconnected. Some people just had to have the last word. Cameo kept her sarcasm to herself and went to dig through her closet for something to wear that would fit the ‘arm candy' description.