The Vampire's Embrace

In 1862, Captain Jackson Swain shot a coward in a cotton field. The coward has been waiting a hundred and fifty years to return the favor.

Anna Swain has a good husband, a farm outside Stokesboro, and a life so quiet she can hear the cotton grow. Then a beautiful stranger with a rebel's grin and a jade cross in his ear slides into the seat beside her at the bar and tells her he's taking her to Echo Bay.

Nobody goes to Echo Bay anymore. The tourists are gone. The cops are gone, nailed up on the beach for everyone to see. What's left is a neon boardwalk full of runaways where the music never stops, and the Nightwalkers hunt from dusk to dawn. They trade bodies like old coats and drink whatever they please.

Lucas Flynn takes Anna from her own bed. Jackson follows with a revolver, a bad knee, and no idea he's the man Lucas has died twice to punish.

And Anna? Anna is developing a taste.

The Vampire's Embrace is a Southern gothic of blood, addiction, and a marriage that has to survive what one of them is becoming. For readers who like their vampires feral, their beach towns rotten, and their love stories bleeding.

Contains graphic violence and explicit sexual content. Adults only.