Bloodcircle — P.N. Elrod

WHEN THE SUN GOES DOWN, MY DAY BEGINS ...

As a vampire, I have a number of handy skills--I can hypnotize mortals, walk through walls, and shrug off bullets like insults. The one thing I haven't been able to manage, so far, is to find the woman who made me what I am.

Until now. Maybe.

Her trail has led me to the palatial estate of a wealthy widow--and a two-hundred-year-old gigolo with a taste for young blood. He claims not to know where my long-lost lady is--or who is trying to kill me--but then again, you can never trust a vampire.

I should know.