“The vampire moved as a unit, talons extended, fangs sprung free of their houses of flesh. They came to where the delectable smell of fresh blood was released. A quality without compare. It was as if a thousand year old bottle of wine lay breathing. On a cold stone floor, but paces away from consumption.” SeriesParanormal RomanceVampiresPerilDescriptive ProseBook OneTamara Rose Blodgett Book:Blood Singers Source: Blood Singers