He pulls the deepest memories to the surface. Memories that I know I shouldn’t have. Memories so distant they date back, not years, but centuries. Jonah is more than the bad boy he’s pretending to be. And he teases that I’m definitely more than just a girl waiting tables. But can I believe it? I’m learning that vampires are real, and most people should tip better because waitresses can be immortal Queens. My name is Zara, and I have lived a thousand lives. Lives I can’t even begin to remember, but I’ve only had one love, one love that I can’t seem to forget. My blood is ancient and bonded with fire. It’s an aphrodisiac of the underworld, and everyone’s dying for a taste. $0.99 on Kindle
A Taste of Fire
