" Saintcrow's image immediately sprang to the forefront of her mind. Piercing dark eyes. Broad shoulders. A massive chest. Long, long legs. Large hands... She shivered, remembering the touch of those hands in her hair, on her skin. The way his tongue had ravaged her mouth...
"Vampire." She forced the word past her lips. "Vampire," she repeated, more forcefully this time.
But first a man. Saintcrow's voice slid through her mind like honey warmed by the sun. A man who wants you. Who burns for your touch. Who hungers for your sweetness. "

― Amanda Ashley , As Twilight Falls (Morgan Creek, #1)