"With suspense, sensual encounters, and the paranormal, Sealed In Blood is a fast-paced read guaranteed to have the reader wishing vampires existed for real."—Romance Reviews Today

"All I want is those pictures. Stop playing games, bitch."

What could Sherri say to convince this idiot she didn't have them?

At that instant, among the trees about fifty yards down, a man appeared out of nowhere.

Stress. She was hallucinating.

The next few seconds confirmed that hypothesis. The human shape melted. Wings spanning twice its height erupted from its back. As it launched itself in a glide so fast its outline blurred, she glimpsed a furred, feline head with pointed ears.

The mugger let out a gurgle and released her. She whirled around to see him stumble backward.

Impossible—how could he share her delusion?

The monster was flying straight at her. She threw herself sideways, landing on the leaf-strewn ground with a bruising thump to one hip. Instead of fleeing, the mugger brandished his knife underhand and rushed the winged creature. Maybe this thug had also decided the apparition didn't exist.

His defiant karate yell died in his throat when taloned hands grabbed his shoulders. He slashed the thing's chest. Its grip slackened. The man squirmed free and dashed into the woods.