USA TODAY BESTSELLER
"A classic vampire tale of sensual, spine-tingling suspense."
Publishers Weekly said:
This contemporary vampire romance may lack the violence, intensity and eroticism typical of the subgenre, but bestseller Ashley (After Sundown ) still delivers an exciting plot and a heroine who can kick ass with the best of them. A killer is draining green-eyed redheads of their blood in the Midwestern town of Pear Blossom Creek, and 22-year-old Victoria Cavendish knows she should be leery of mysterious men like Antonio Battista, who orders food he never eats at the diner where she waitresses, then disappears into thin air. In fact, Antonio is a 600-year-old vampire. While an obsessive, yellow-eyed vampire stalks Vicki and a vampire hunter remains convinced Antonio's the killer, the innocent smalltown girl and Antonio fall in love. Even if they can survive the danger, what will happen to their love? A ghost living in Antonio's isolated Spanish castle provides additional paranormal flair, and a secondary romance between the vampire hunter ready to retire his stake and Vicki's best friend round out the story.
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4 1/2 roses
Rho at A Romance Review said:
Amanda Ashley has written a tantalizing tale of loving on the dangerous side. Desire After Dark is a thrilling blend of suspense and emotion. Victoria is a heroine a reader can connect with; Antonio is a reader’s fantasy hero. Desire After Dark will cause even the most seasoned reader to catch her breath in anticipation of what will happen next. It is a stand-alone book, but why deprive yourself of the pleasure of reading some familiar character’s stories, like Grigori and Marisa?
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4 1/2 stars
Huntress/Eternal Night Reviews.
When red-headed women begin to die in her small town, Vickie Cavendish starts to worry a bit, since she also has titian hair, and a handsome stranger has made her the object of his attention. Yet, she can not bring herself to believe that Antonio Battista means her harm, even when she learns he is a vampire. Unfortunately, he's not the only vampire in town; another, Falco, is there, and he's not nearly as handsome or kind. He's pure evil, and he wants Vickie. Antonio wants to protect all the potential victims, but especially this woman who has captured his heart. Yet, he is sure he is almost as dangerous to Vickie as Falco. To keep her safe, he will even allow notorious vampire hunters into his home, and when the time comes, let her go, though it will kill both of them in a way.
Though there is definitely action and suspense here, most of all, this is a lovely romance, filled with poignance and gentleness. Vickie's determination to embrace a vampire and hold onto her faith is an unusual touch, but a welcome one. It's also good to see Marissa and Grigori and Ramsey and Kelly from Shades of Grey and After Sundown. Be sure to add this to your keeper shelf.
OTHER VAMPIRE ROMANCES BY AMANDA ASHLEY
Embrace the Night
Deeper Than the Night
A Darker Dream
Shades of Gray
A Whisper of Eternity
Desire After Dark
DESIRE AFTER DARK
Vicki Cavendish knows she should be careful. After all, there’s a killer loose in town—one who drains women of blood, women with red hair and green eyes just like her. She knows she should tell police about the dark, gorgeous man who comes into the diner every night, the one who makes her feel a longing she’s never felt before. The last thing she should do is invite the beautiful stranger into her house...
Cursed to an eternity of darkness, Antonio Battista has wandered the earth, satisfying his hunger with countless women, letting none find a place in his heart. But Victoria Cavendish is different. Finally, he has found a woman to love, a woman who accepts him for what he is—a woman who wants him as much as he wants her...which is why he should leave. But Antonio is a vampire, not a saint. What is his, he’ll fight to keep and protect. And Victoria Cavendish needs protecting...from the remorseless enemy who would make her his prey...and from Antonio’s own uncontrollable hunger...
It wasn’t easy, destroying a vampire. Even when you found one tucked into his coffin at high noon, they didn’t always go down without a fight.
Tom Duncan stared down at the body laid out in the satin-lined coffin. Edward Ramsey’s body. Once, Ramsey had not only been Duncan’s best friend, but he had been the best vampire hunter in the business. Fearless. Relentless. But now Edward Ramsey was one of the Undead. And as such, he was filth, an aberration.
As such, he had to be destroyed.
Murmuring, “Sorry, old buddy,” Duncan placed the sharp point of a hawthorn stake over Ramsey’s heart.
He lifted the hammer, prepared to strike the blow that would destroy the monster his friend had become, when Ramsey’s eyes flew open. Hissing, his eyes blazing like the fires of hell, Ramsey exploded out of the coffin, his fangs bared, his bony fingers curved like claws.
Duncan howled with outrage as Ramsey wrestled him to the ground, screamed with terror as Ramsey’s fangs pierced his skin, sinking deep into his throat…
Tom Duncan bolted upright in bed, the sound of his own cries echoing in his ears.
Dammit! Sometimes it just didn’t pay to go to bed at night.
Rising, he padded barefooted into the hotel’s tiny kitchen, switched on the light, and pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. Uncapping the container, he took a long drink.
Damn, he hated that dream.
Returning to the bedroom, he pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tee shirt, slipped his feet into a pair of sandals, grabbed a jacket, and left the hotel.
Outside, he took several deep breaths, chasing the last vestiges of the nightmare from his mind. Feeling somewhat better, he strolled down the street, enjoying the quiet of the night. It was peaceful, so peaceful. In spite of the chill in the air, he passed a number of people on the street, nodded at a group of teenagers gathered in front of a bowling alley. He waved to an elderly couple sitting side by side on a swing in their front yard. They looked to be in their late sixties or early seventies and he wondered how long they had been married and how many kids and grandkids they had.
With a shake of his head, he rounded the corner. What the devil was the matter with him, wondering about such mundane things? Once he had decided to be a vampire hunter, he had put all thought of marriage and kids out of his mind. Few vampire hunters had families. A wife and children could too easily be taken hostage or used for revenge by an angry vampire. He had made his decision to remain single and he had never regretted it. He didn’t know why he was thinking of it now. Maybe he was just getting maudlin in his old age.
He grunted softly. Thirty-five wasn’t usually considered old, but in his line of work, it was ancient. But he didn’t want to think of that, not now. He was taking a much-needed vacation and the last thing he wanted to think about was vampires. But he couldn’t help it, not after the last hunt. Not after learning that the man he had once hunted with, a man he had considered to be his closest friend, was now a vampire himself.
Duncan shook his head. Out of all the people he knew, Edward Ramsey was the last person Duncan would ever have suspected of being a vampire. Of course, accepting the Dark Gift hadn’t been Edward’s choice. It had been thrust upon him by one of the Undead. But Edward had finally found a way to live with his new lifestyle and now he was married to another vampire and they seemed very happy together.
Duncan grunted softly. Maybe that was what had him feeling so lost, so alone. Ramsey had been his only close friend. Surprisingly, they were still friends but with vastly different lifestyles. It was still hard to believe that he had a friend who was a vampire. Several friends, if he counted Grigori and Marisa Chiavari and Ramsey’s wife, Kelly. The five of them had survived an incredible battle against one of the most powerful vampires that had ever lived. After the battle, Duncan had shared his blood with Ramsey. Looking back, he still couldn’t believe he had done such a thing, but how could he have refused Marisa? She had still been a mortal then and he had just finished congratulating her because, when all was said and done, it had been Marisa who destroyed Khira.
“You did it,” he’d said, grinning. “By damn, you did it!”
“We all did it,” Marisa had murmured. “And now I need you to do something,”
"Sure, kid. I'll dispose of all this carrion, trust me." His gesture had included the twisted bodies.
“Not that,” Marisa said.
“Just tell me what you want,” Duncan had said. “And consider it done.”
“Ramsey needs to feed.”
Duncan had stared at her. “What?”
“He needs blood to replace what he’s giving Kelly. He’s not strong enough to hunt.”
“You want me to…” Duncan had looked at Ramsey, then back at Marisa. “This is carrying friendship a little too far, don’t you think?”
“No,” Marisa had said, her voice calm.
“Why can’t you do it?” Duncan had glanced at Grigori. “You’re used to it.”
"Yes," she had agreed calmly. "I am. But Grigori needs to feed, too. You have no idea what it cost him to hold Khira at bay until I could...could...”
“Okay, okay, you convinced me,” Duncan had grumbled. He had picked up a vial of holy water as he moved toward the couch.
Ramsey had opened his eyes as Duncan approached. Edward’s eyes had darkened with alarm. Grigori had tensed, ready to spring to Edward’s defense if necessary.
“Relax,” Duncan had said. “A little insurance, that's all. Friend or no friend, you aren’t turning me into a damned blood sucker.”
Looking back, he remembered sitting down on the sofa and wondering if he was making the worst mistake of his life. In spite of all they had shared, in spite of the years they had hunted together, it made Duncan a little sad to realize that there would always be that little part of himself that no longer trusted his best friend.
A few weeks after they had dispatched Khira, Edward and Kelly had approached him. Duncan had listened to their plan with wry amusement. Incredible as it seemed, Edward had decided to open a school to train vampire hunters and he wanted Duncan to be in charge. Duncan had given it some serious consideration but, in the end, he had turned the offer down. He didn’t want to teach a bunch of green kids how to hunt vampires, he wanted to hunt them himself. He had helped Edward find another hunter, one who had been thinking about retiring from the hunt. John Randolph was a good man and Duncan knew he’d do a good job. Randolph had told Duncan that when he tired of the hunt, he would be welcome at the school.
With a sigh, Duncan went back to the hotel and packed his gear, then checked out of the hotel. Opening the trunk, he took a quick inventory of his kit: hammer and stakes, a mirror, a few strings of garlic, a half a dozen bottles of holy water, a saw and a crow bar, a flashlight, and a snub-nosed .38. Closing the trunk, he unlocked the door of his beat up old Chevy Camaro and slid behind the wheel.
“Heigh ho, Silver, away,” he muttered with a wry grin. The bad guy, or bad gal in this case, had been defeated and destroyed. Good had once again triumphed over evil.
It was time to move on.
Pear Blossom Creek was just a small mid-western town, hardly more than a wide spot in the road. No one famous had ever been born there, or even spent the night. They had one fire truck and four policemen, two for the day shift and two who worked nights. Most of the residents were farmers, and everybody in town knew everybody else. It was a place where nothing out of the ordinary ever happened. Nothing, that is, until the stranger came to town.
He arrived on a dark and decidedly stormy Friday night in early October. The storm was a real gully washer, the old-times were quick to say, the likes of which hadn't been seen in more than a hundred years. A bad omen, some predicted.
Victoria Lynn Cavendish didn't put much stock in anything the over-seventy-five crowd had to say but she had to admit that in all her twenty-two years, she had never seen or heard a storm like the one pounding on the hammered tin roof of Ozzie's Diner. Nor had she ever seen a man quite like the one sitting at the booth in the far corner, she thought as she approached him.
He was dark, he was, and it wasn't just his clothing or his coloring. It was like he was a part of the darkness itself, a feeling that was reinforced when she looked into his eyes. Deep blue eyes that seemed as fathomless as Hellfire Hollow, as endless as eternity. His hair was long and straight and black as a raven's wing, the perfect complement to his straight black brows and long, thick eye lashes that would have looked feminine on any other man. But not on this man. His countenance was darkly beautiful and without blemish, in the way that Satan might appear beautiful as he carefully seduced you down the paths of sin. Looking at the stranger, she thought it might be worth the journey, perilous though it would undoubtedly be to both body and soul.
He remained unmoving under her perusal, a knowing smile curving his perfectly sculpted, sensuous lips.
With an effort, Vicki drew her gaze from his. "What can I get you, mister?" she asked, her pencil poised over her pad.
"What would you recommend?" His voice was low, almost mesmerizing, and strangely intimate, as if he knew her innermost secrets. As if he alone possessed the power to grant her every wish, fulfill her every desire.
She shook off her fanciful notions. He wasn't the devil. He was just a man. "The meat loaf's not bad." It wasn't really good, either, but she couldn't tell a customer that.
"Very well, I will have the meat loaf."
"You want mashed potatoes and gravy with that, or French fries?"
"Either one will be fine."
"And to drink?"
"Would you by chance have any red wine?"
Victoria stared at him. She had worked at the diner for almost four years and in all that time, no one had ever asked for wine, red or white or any other kind. "No, I'm sorry."
"So, what would you like to drink?"
His fathomless gaze rested on the hollow of her throat for a moment before he said, "Just coffee."
She could feel those wintry blue eyes on her back as she turned and walked away. Knowing he was watching her sent a shiver down her spine.
"That guy at booth six is…." Bobbie Sue Banks, one of the diner's other waitresses, shook her head. "I don't know who he is, but he's kind of spooky, don't you think?"
Spooky was just the right word. There was something just the slightest bit off about him. If she didn't know better, she might have thought he was some kind of alien. She remembered an old Twilight Zone episode where the aliens had looked just like everyone else, except one hid a third eye under his hat and the other one hid the fact that he had more than two arms under his coat.
"Well, let's hope he's a big tipper." Vicki glanced over her shoulder at the booth in the back only to find that the mysterious stranger was no longer sitting there.
Frowning, she looked around the diner and then she saw him through the front window, walking down the rain-swept street with Sharlene Tilden, who had been sitting at table two. Sharlene was a cashier at Perry's Market. She came in for dinner every night at the same time. Sharlene was divorced and it was rumored that, since her divorce, she slept around, but that was none of Vicki's business. Anyway, she didn't believe it for a minute. Sharlene had never been the type to indulge in casual sex.
With a shrug, Vicki tore up the stranger's order and went to clear Sharlene's table.
The stranger was back again the following night, sitting at the same booth in the back corner of the diner, one arm flung over the back. Once again, he wore black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a long black coat. Once again, it was as if all the darkness in the world had gathered around him.
Taking a deep breath, Vicki pulled a pencil out of her pocket and went to take his order. "What'll it be?"
He lifted one shoulder and let it fall in a negligent shrug. "The special will be fine."
"Are you gonna stick around long enough to eat it tonight?" she asked, jotting his order down on her pad.
A wry grin lifted one corner of his mouth. "I might."
"Do you want coffee again?"
His gaze held hers for a long moment. Something flickered in the depths of his eyes, something primal and sensual that made her heart skip a beat and sent a rush of sexual awareness to every nerve and cell in her body.
"Sure." His voice was soft and low, and far too intimate.
With a nod, she dragged her gaze from his and went to turn in his order. Standing near the counter, she glanced around the room, noticing for the first time that Sharlene wasn't there. Vicki checked her watch, then shrugged. It was always possible that Sharlene had decided to eat dinner at home. She did that once in a while, though not often. She had told Vicki once that she wasn't crazy about cooking and she hated to eat alone.
Vicki noted the other regulars. There was old Bert Summers, who owned the local newspaper, and Judy West, who worked over at the Pear Blossom Creek Curl and Dye Beauty Salon. Judy was always trying out "a new look". Tonight, her shoulder-length hair was pink and teased into a beehive that made it look just like cotton candy. Jovial Rex Curtis, who owned and operated the car repair shop across town, was avidly reading the sports page; Maddy Malone, who was a teller at the Pear Blossom Creek Bank and Trust Company, had her nose buried in a book. Vicki had always thought Rex and Maddy were made for each other.
A pretty redhead sat alone at table five. Vicki didn't remember seeing the woman in the diner before but that wasn't unusual. A lot of their customers were travelers passing through town who stopped in at the diner just long enough for a quick cup of coffee or a bite to eat.
Vicki turned away when Gus called her name to tell her that her order was up. As she carried the tray to the far side of the room, she noticed that the stranger was gone. Tonight, he had left a twenty dollar bill under his water glass.
Biting down on her lower lip, Vicki looked over her shoulder.
Somehow, she wasn't the least bit surprised to discover that the pretty redhead was gone, too.