Title: BITE BACK
Genre: YA urban fantasy
Word count: 85,000 words
Seventeen-year-old Megan’s one-night stand with a vampire may mean her death—or worse, an eternal commitment.
She can’t remember the night in question, but Alistair does. His ultimatum to marry him or suffer earns nothing but vehement refusal from her and that is how the torture begins. Killing Megan’s friends and lookalikes, robbing of her sleep, weaving himself into her mind so thoroughly with displays of fierce loyalty and cold-blooded cruelty that she can’t escape him… Nothing is off-limits. As her mind unravels, it becomes clear the only way to be free is to kill Alistair. If only it weren’t impossible for a tech geek like her to kill a centuries-old vampire she can’t help but be drawn to.
Or is it impossible? Megan soon gains the ability to fight, defeat, and even kill supernatural beings, but it comes with countless conditions that make her powers nearly useless if they’re not being used to protect the person to bestow that gift upon her. It may ultimately cost her the one thing she’s fighting so hard to keep: her freedom. A romance she may have to sacrifice and the desire to decide her own future again makes Alistair’s proposal more tempting than ever; if she becomes a vampire, she’ll lose her powers and be free to choose her own fate again.
Megan’s battle for the freedom to live as she pleases will cost the life of at least one person, but she can’t decide if that one casualty will be Alistair or herself.
“You have got to be kidding me,” whispered Megan. She rubbed at her eyes again, hoping what she saw in the mirror would turn out to be a trick her drowsy mind wanted to play on her, but nothing changed. There were two small bite marks in her neck.
What the hell happened last night? she asked herself. Bite marks didn’t spontaneously appear. She could work out what happened, right? There had to be a logical explanation.
She tried to remember what she’d gotten up to the night before, but her memory of the night before was almost completely gone. The last she recalled happening was Freya calling at roughly seven o’clock saying she wanted to go to a club. Megan objected to it at first, but Freya reminded her, “You owe me a night at one of my clubs for that movie bet you lost a few months ago and I’m calling in that debt right now. Now grab a dress and let’s go! If you can’t find a good black dress in your closet, come over and I’ll lend you one of mine.”
Surely Freya had some idea of what happened. She’d ask on the way to school.
She looked at the bite marks again, and she considered the nightmare she’d woken up from only a few minutes before. The details were slipping away now that she was awake and focused on more pressing issues, but bits and pieces remained. Her window opening, being frozen in her bed, a familiar man whispering in her ear…
The feeling of someone biting her neck.