‘Shhh,’ he cajoled, then drew her forward between a pair of waist high posts. Each had a brass ring at its top, and a thin chain attached. He drew her right arm out to one side and attached a shackle to it. Leah felt her stomach lurch and opened her mouth to protest; yet no sound emerged. And then her other wrist was shackled to the opposite post and her heart was beating like a trip hammer as he moved away to one corner, and maneuvered a tall, antique, gold embossed mirror in front of her, cocked at a slight angle. Her reflected eyes were enormous and her expression stricken. She could see the outline of her erect nipples through her thin blouse, and her cheeks began to flush as she became aware of his scrutiny.
They hunt the shadows of the night, spoken of only in rumors and whispers. Vampires: ancient and powerful, creatures of magic who hunger for flesh and blood.
Detective Leah MacInnes is tough, beautiful, and thinks she’s seen it all. Girls are going missing, but Leah can hardly concentrate on the case because her new boss is a tough, cold lesbian whom she hates… and wants. So she roams the streets and clubs at night, giving herself to strange men in a desperate attempt to ease the desire gripping her body and soul.
And in the depths of darkness each night a ghostly figure takes her, punishes her, and promises her she will come to him, kneel at his feet, and call him master…