Jaidyn is a vampire. He faints at the sight of blood, his fangs haven’t developed, and he’s a vegetarian. But worse—he’s also a virgin. Even organising the cabaret show, Dracula—revamped, at Monsters inK, while dealing with renegade wizards, vampires, a feisty witch and their human companions is everyday stuff. But his life becomes complicated when he rescues the injured leopard shifter, whose sexy smile and seductive songs turn Jai’s life upside down. Leydan is a thief on a deadly mission. What he’s stolen every Blood-Kin wants. Battle lines are drawn, but it is the battle for the heart that may destroy Jai and Ley… Can a vampire truly love a thief? Somehow Ley has to convince the vampire that a leopard can truly change his spots when he finds his life-mate.
Leyden padded out into the office, determined for more answers, now that he no longer stank like a… He halted, his hunter instinct switching to become the connoisseur. Jaidyn was sitting at his desk, his chin propped up on his left hand, that thick curtain of dark hair over his face—so utterly sexy—as he read and wrote on the book on his desk. His long legs were crossed at the ankles… Hmmm. Shapely ankles and feet. Lickable.
“You’re back,” Jai said, glancing up, his eyes hardening as he saw the naked body glistening with moisture. “You need clothes. We’re about the same size. Jeans and t-shirt okay?”
“I never wear pants.”
“That’s what I’ve heard about cats, always ready for action.” Their gazes locked.
“I don’t wear trousers is what I meant. It’s unthinkable.”
“So what do you wear? A dress? Not on this world, at least in public.”
“I’d prefer a kilt, or a sarong, or a silk robe.”
“I’ll see what I can find.”
Jai returned a few minutes later, and held out a lime green tutu. The cat growled.
“I am a man, not some escoru.”
“What’s an escoru?”
“Someone who would wear that abomination. Get it out of my sight.”
Score one to me, Jaidyn thought. He’d truly teased the cat’s whiskers. He flung the tutu on the sofa and held out his own much loved, tattered and many times patched green cotton dressing gown.
“That?” Leydan asked, his eyes narrowed. “Is this the best you can do?”
“It’s my favourite.”
“Then I pity you if your circumstances are so reduced that this… thing is your favourite. What sort of heathen place am I in?”
“Suit yourself,” Jai said. “Walk around naked, as if I care. But the cleaning ladies might enjoy the sight and want to buff your butt with their dusters.”
Leydan snatched the dressing gown from Jai’s outstretched hand and shrugged himself into it, growling as he tied the sash.
