Purple P. Rose and Peter Hard are back in another erotic bisexual romp.

Purp’s partner, and used-to-be boyfriend, Richard E. Rection, is missing. New partner and lover Peter Hard, the local vampyre enclave’s king, believes he knows the culprit responsible. Purp and Peter are hot on the heels of the vamp that has Dick, and he may be rogue.

Searching for her old lover, Peter lets Purple live a little in his lusty world. He doesn’t want to tell her Dick may just be having the time of his life and the vampyre who wooed him away may be filling more than Dick’s nights with the delights of a lifetime.

Peter will return him -- if Purple wants him back.

EXCERPT

For the third freaking time, Purple had been drawn to the alley. The sounds, the scents, weren’t normal to her recently acquired vampyre’s acute smell, yet they were familiar. No Dick, but there was something. Her insides uncoiled and dampness threatened her thighs. This caped crusader was hot and his aroma damn alluring. The fluttering between her legs meant she’d have to delay looking for her old boyfriend. She only had to keep Peter out of her mind.

Ahh, my pretty… too late for that. Benton loved your description of him as one of your super beings.

Fuck off, Peter.

The vamp hidden in the alley stepped into view. Blond hair billowed around his shoulders, whipping across his face. Yeah, this was Dick’s type all right. Blond and beautiful. Christ, the bastard glowed.

“Bent Staff, meet your new queen.”

Purp jumped at the nearness of Peter’s voice in her ear. He’d appeared so silently she hadn’t known he was there until his cool breath brushed her neck. Spinning toward him, she raised her hand to deliver a smack.

“Did you miss me, Pretty?” He grabbed her arm in midair.

“I missed your cock, that’s all.”

“Hmm, not hungry, then I’ll leave you to enjoy dessert.” Surrounded by light, his body shimmered as he prepared to vanish.

“Peter! Wait.” Shit, she was hungry and nothing set her blood on fire like Peter’s did. Purp wasn’t stupid. Sustenance from him would keep her hunger at bay for a few days at least. Anyone else’s only worked for hours. His chuckle before his body became solid again had her itching to tear a chunk from his neck.