Denver Psychologist Kismet Knight, Ph.D., doesn't believe in the paranormal. She especially doesn't believe in vampires. So what happens when she finds herself neck-deep in the vampire underworld?

Kismet is smart, witty and attractive. She's respected in her field, successful and prosperous. She's followed all the rules-done everything right. So, what's the problem? Her life is empty. There's no passion. No vitality. No excitement.

That is, until a new client introduces Kismet to the vampire underworld, and a drop-dead gorgeous, 800-year-old vampire named Devereux. Kismet isn't buying the vampire story, but can't explain why she has such odd reactions and feelings whenever Devereux is near. Kismet is soon forced to open her mind to other possibilities when she is visited in her office by two angry bloodsuckers, who would like nothing better than to challenge Devereux by hurting Kismet.

As Kismet gets pulled deeper and deeper into the vampire subculture, she struggles to hold onto her professional ideas about what is and isn't "real." The more she finds herself attracted to the charismatic, handsome Devereux, the more out of control her life becomes.

When one of her clients shows up in her office almost completely drained of blood, Kismet finds herself immersed in an ongoing murder investigation. Kismet is questioned by irreverent, handsome FBI profiler Alan Stevens, who warns her that vampires are very real. And one is a murderer. A murder who is after her.

In the midst of all this, Kismet realizes she has feelings for both the vampire and the profiler, but even though she cares for each of the men, facing the reality that vampires exist - along with all the other supernatural insanity she discovers - is enough of a challenge. For now.

REVIEW

"A refreshingly original twist on the vampire story. Fast-paced and fun." -- Kelley Armstrong, New York Times bestselling author

"Lynda Hilburn creates a fascinating world -- wicked and sexy." -- Kerrelyn Sparks, USA Today Bestselling Author

"A great blend of humor, horror, and quirky mystery. Fans of Laurell K. Hamilton will love Lynda Hilburn." -- Jennifer Armintrout, author of Blood Ties, Book One: The Turning

"Lynda Hilburn takes readers on a well-crafted roller coaster ride where the line between reason and madness blurs and the worlds of science and fantasy collide." -- Jeanne C. Stein, bestselling author

EXCERPT

Both times I'd seen this man, he'd caused my anxiety levels to blast through the roof. I wanted to scream at him that it was absolutely not acceptable that he'd come unannounced to my office, and that his habit of lurking around me was going to earn him a trip to the police station. He seemed altogether too sure of himself. I wanted him to know that he couldn't just stroll in and expect me to drop everything and attend to him. No matter how gorgeous he was.

But I swallowed the irritation, opted for whatever remnants of professional demeanor I could summon, and said instead, "Well, Mr. Devereux, why are you here?"

He cocked his head and flashed that god-like smile again. "Just Devereux. As I mentioned a moment ago, I had hoped this would be a good time for our appointment. I trust that Midnight told you that I wished to meet with you?"

His voice was unusually pleasant. The timbre of it flowed through me like a favorite song, as if I listened to him with my entire body. He had a lilting European accent. Almost old-fashioned sounding, like he'd stepped out of another century. Strange how a voice could be so enticing.

I closed my eyes and sniffed the air. What was that wonderful aroma? It seemed to hover around him like an olfactory aura. Maybe he used a special kind of soap or shampoo. Something spicy and masculine and unusual.

He brushed a finger lightly along my arm. "Dr. Knight?"

My eyes flew open and I realized I'd been standing there, blatantly reveling in his scent, making sniffing noises. How embarrassing. What the hell is wrong with me?