Underground Encounters audiobooks bundle

Welcome to Vamps

Imagine standing at the threshold of an underground goth club. The gargoyle statues are more than mere stone, guarding the secrets of the night.

As you step inside, the pulsating music entrances you to dance and be yourself. A man with a piercing blue gaze and irresistible accent lures you from the shadows, inviting you deeper into his world. He’s your infatuation in everyday life, but tonight your fantasies could become reality.

His presence whispers of danger, but you’re intrigued. Will you resist his sensual charm?

Or accept his invitation into the unknown? 

Be warned – his world is one of darkness and temptation comes at a price. Are you ready to taste forbidden desire? 

Enter now and binge these enticing, steamy paranormal romances with gargoyles, vampires, witches, shifters, and even rockstars. Who will you meet at Vamps tonight?

Tracy walked over to the crouched gargoyle at the end of the bar and placed her hand on the smooth area between its two horns. “That was a busy night,” she said. “But at least I took in
some great tips.

“Trace.”

Was it one of the guys out back? No, they knew better than to call her Trace.

“It’s Tracy,” she said, turning to face the intruder.

And stared into the face of her ex. His black hair was mussed up and looked like it could use a wash. So could the rest of him.

“You look hot. I love you in this dress.” He reached for her.

She recoiled. No way would she let him touch her. “What are you doing here, Brian?” The muscles in her body tensed as she gauged the distance between her and the pepper spray
behind the bar.

She felt a tiny movement under her hand.

No, she had to be losing her mind. As if stone could move.

She kept her hand on the stone like a security blanket, almost gripping it now that Brian had appeared.

“I came to see what you were doing tonight. Thought maybe we could hang out?” The way he slurred the words indicated he’d already had one too many, a bad sign.

“Definitely not. The court order should have made that clear.”

“Babe, I was in a rough place and I took it out on you. Let’s put the past behind us and try again.”

The cold stone felt warmer. How strange. Was she so heated from the tension that her palm could warm cool stone?

“No, Brian. I’ve given you too many chances.

“Babe.” He approached her. “I would never hurt you again.”

“Don’t come any closer.” She moved away from the gargoyle to get to her purse behind the bar.

“Trace, you’re so dramatic.” He moved behind the bar.

Tracy was distracted by the gargoyle statue behind him. It was changing color, from gray stone to what appeared to be—flesh.

“Come on, we were good together,” Brian said. “Don’t you miss me?”

The stone wings of the gargoyle statue unfurled into enormous sleek, gray ones. The gargoyle reshaped itself, rising from a crouched position to stand on two legs to a full height well over six feet.

And the horns receded into the head, as golden hair sprouted to take their place, growing well below impressively broad shoulders. Within a few seconds, the once grotesque stone creature she’d found lovable, had transformed into a breathtaking male with flawless bronze skin, long, blond hair and the magnificent physique of a Viking warrior.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, eyes widening.

She fumbled for her purse to search for the spray. Who should she even direct it at now, with two threats facing her?

Brian grabbed her wrists and tried to kiss her. “Get off me!” She attempted to knee him, but he turned away.

Enormous wings surrounded Brian and a second later he was lifted off the ground.

Brian exclaimed, “What the―” but was cut off as he was thrown over the bar onto the empty dance floor.

He scrambled to his feet on unsteady legs. The gargoyle stepped over to him in a few massive strides. Tracy screamed while Brian shielded his face with his forearm to brace against the gargoyle stomping on his head.

She tried a gentler tone with the gargoyle. “Please don’t.”

The gargoyle paused and put his foot down, but then bent to pinch Brian’s neck, which made him pass out.

The gargoyle turned to face her, anger flashing from brilliant green eyes. The look softened with warmth as the gargoyle gazed at her.

“Don’t be afraid of me, Tracy.”

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