Dante's Flame

By Christy Poff

Jacob Dante has been looking for a woman to spend eternity with. It's taken several centuries but he finally finds the one he wants to spend several more with. The only thing is she keeps showing up at his club with a different man who he has to spirit away.Melanie Walters has had bad luck when it comes to men. Every one she dates leaves with someone else. Surely in Greenwich Village she should be able to find somebody. She wonders if she'll ever have a love life with the man in her dreams.When the night creeps up on her under a New York street lamp, she finds herself the captive of a man who wants her in more ways than one. Can they find what they are looking for and ignite DANTE'S FLAME for eternity? Genre: Erotic Paranormal / Romance Rating: Erotica - Controversial (Contains adult content, language, and graphic sex) Read the incredible Paranormal Erotic Romance EYES OF DARKNESS series from Christy Poff! DANTE'S FLAME [EYES OF DARKNESS BOOK 1] SPARK OF THE WOLF [EYES OF DARKNESS BOOK 2] LOVE HURTS [EYES OF DARKNESS BOOK 3] RED FIRE [EYES OF DARKNESS BOOK 4] WHITE ICE [EYES OF DARKNESS BOOK 5] NIGHT WISH [EYES OF DARKNESS BOOK 6]

• Language: English
• Publisher: Torrid Books
• Release date: Oct 1, 2005
• ISBN: 9781593743819

Book preview

Prologue

Melanie Walters had had it.

When she went to a club or out with a guy, she naturally expected to leave with him. Not tonight and not the last time she went to Club Dante. Both guys had been nice, handsome men and she thought she’d enjoy the evening with them and maybe even get lucky afterwards. Both of them left with others, not one, but several.

This had been going on for several weeks and she wondered if it was something she said or did or… Damn it! She watched Lance leave with a tall, leggy brunette and inwardly screamed. Never had she had such a streak of bad luck when it came to guys.

Melanie’s green eyes burned with rage as she turned to the bartender and asked for another whiskey sour.

Are you all right, miss? the tall dark-haired guy serving her asked.

No, she stated.

He placed the old-fashioned glass in front of her and went to another customer. She could tell he didn’t want to hear her troubles and the list was definitely growing by leaps and bounds.

When her ex had dumped her a few months back in favor of a struggling artist living in the East Village, she decided to see what the world had to offer. She’d found several prospects, but the same thing happened every time. They would enjoy a great evening and she would invite them back to her apartment—one even invited her to his—then she would make a last trip to the ladies room, come back to where they had been sitting, and see her date’s back as he left with another beauty.

What hit her was a harsh reality—it wasn’t just at Club Dante, but every place she’d been to in the past several weeks. What the hell was going on?

Hurt, she handled it the first time, but this was getting out of hand. She looked at her glass and counted the times on both hands. She was nearing the magic dozen mark and felt sick to her stomach. Am I that bad? Is my deodorant NOT