Imagine an earth just a bit different from ours. In this world normals unknowingly share the planet with all manner of beings, including vampyres, most of whom rely on bagged blood, which is supplemented by the blood of sabors, valued individuals whose blood contains an element necessary for the survival of the species. Tyrell Small has always felt different. He just never knew how different. On his sixteenth birthday, his father reveals Ty is one such sabor, with the birthmark to prove it. Upon learning he’ll be required to feed vampyres, Ty decides he’s not having any of that. He’ll run away and make his own destiny. Slipping out his second story bedroom window, he finds Adam Dasani, the most gorgeous man he’s ever seen, waiting for him on the roof. Adam is reluctant to distress the young sabor about to slide down the drainpipe, but he’s one of the vampyres Ty will one day feed. Equerry to the vampyre king, Adam had been given the task of guarding Ty on the day he was born. Because the blood of the two most powerful saborese families in the shared history of vampyres and sabors runs through Ty’s veins, some vampyres will do anything to obtain him for themselves. It will be up to Adam to keep Ty safe, not only from those rogue vampyres but from others who have plans of their own for him. Everyone keeps telling Ty he can’t escape his destiny, but he has no intention of sitting around twiddling his thumbs, waiting for life to catch up with him. However, will something Adam inadvertently said give Ty a way to live the life he wants and keep those he loves -- including Adam -- out of danger?

They Come by Night

“What can you tell me about…what did you say the breed was called? ?nger P?zitor?”


“You pronounce that very well. You’re going to find this hard to believe.”


“I already have, and you’re delicious.”


I dug my fingers into his side, and he gave a surprised gasp and shied away. “Are you ticklish?”


“Of course I’m not.” But he kept a distance between us.


“Tyrell, behave. I have to give you this information, and you’re not making it easy for me.”


“Okay.” I settled Mina on my lap and sat with my hands folded on her. “I’ll be good.”


“Indeed.” He watched me warily, but when I didn’t do anything, he relaxed a bit.


My fingers twitched with the urge to tickle him again, but I did want to know more about my puppy.


“All right, now pay attention. ?nger P?zitorsas a breed are more than seven hundred years old. They were originally developed in the late fourteenth century. A handful of families in Romania have survived to raise these dogs.”


Chapter 53