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I’ll be reading from my latest book, To Render a Raven.

A woman’s body lay on the wide stone step in front of the oak and stained-glass door. Copper hair. Pale face. A look of terror tainting her wide brown eyes. Red lips freshly painted. A white satin slip edged in lace. A red rose between her breasts . . .

Dubh’s fey senses were overwhelmed by the smell and taste of blood, yet he could see no wounds, no ligature marks, no bruises, no pooling blood. Perhaps, the poor woman had been asphyxiated. Crouching down, he tilted her head gently to the left and then to the right. No bruising, but two bloody puncture marks marred the right side of her neck. Someone was messing with Michael. Someone familiar with his vampire fetish.