Blood Kisses (Nightwalkers Book 1)

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him
intensely. He handed it back to her and forced a smile.
    "Thank
you." She held the book open as she admired his signature.
    "No
problem." He briefly glanced in her direction. His gaze caught a glimpse
of the cover and the name Victoria Allure near the bottom of the design. "Hey."
He held out his hand, motioning for her to give the book back to him. "You
want my band mates to sign it, too?" He motioned them over.
    "I’d
love that!" Ashleigh nodded. “Thank you so much!”
    “Of
course.” He handed the book and pen to his band mates, both of them signing it
and then giving it back to Caleb. He read the title aloud. " Nightwalkers ?" Letting out a small
laugh, Caleb sent a very sexy smile Ashleigh’s way. "I love this series.
I’ve never seen this one before. Where’d you get it?"
    "It’s
new." Ashleigh returned his smile with a very nervous one of her own, staring
at the book as she held out her hand for him to give it back.
    "How
new?" Caleb opened the cover and looked at something her publisher had
written on the title page, opposite of where he had signed.
     
    Here it is! Number 3! Enjoy it! Hannah.
     
    "Super
new."
    "This is Victoria’s new book. How'd you get this? This book isn't
releasing until next month." Caleb continued to flip through the pages
quickly. He was very interested, his eyes widening as he skimmed a few
passages. "This is awesome."
    "Yeah…it….umm…" She swallowed hard, her breath quick as she
kept her eyes on the cover rather than meeting with the eyes of her idol. She
stumbled to get out her words. "Is a proof, so…it's not really the final
version or anything. It—"
    "Can
I have this?" Caleb’s face was filled with an excited smile as he looked
up at her, his hand gripping the tattered cover tightly. "I can pay you
for it. How much? Like two hundred?" He took out his wallet, his slender
fingers parting the leather. "I'll send you an official, autographed CD
and photo, if you want."
    Ashleigh
wanted to just scream, “ Yes! Caleb
likes my books!”, and give it to him, but she wasn’t supposed to let
anyone read it yet. "I can’t." There was a very stressed expression on
her face as she held her hand out to him to give it back.
    "Can
I borrow it then?" He glanced at the security guards with him that were
motioning for him to hurry up. "I’ll give it back, just tell me your room
number, and I’ll return it later. I promise."
    "Well…"
Fidgeting with the strap of her purse, Ashleigh looked down at the cover, her gaze
settling on the sticker of a cartoon cat she had put on the man’s face. "It’s
really messy, and it’ll be hard to read." She couldn’t say no to his
handsome face. "But if you want to take a peek, I guess that’s all right.
Just don’t show it to anyone, because it’s not available to the public for a
few more weeks."
    "Thanks. This means a lot to me."
    "You’re welcome." She smiled nervously, her face burning.
    "I'll
see you later then." Caleb waved goodbye to her with hand that was holding
the book and turned from her.
    As
he left, Ashleigh tried to catch up with him but was stopped by his security.
She yelled in his direction, "Don’t forget to return it! My room number is
three-hundred eighty-eight!"
    Caleb
spun sharply, his smile fading and a hint of fear reflected in his gorgeous
eyes as he walked backward so he could see her. He was being ushered out the
door by the guards. When he turned around, a small frown set into his features,
his hand on the book tightening and denting the cover.
    As
she watched him disappear, a deep frown settled on her face. She made her way
over to Spencer. Her high of meeting one of her idols had deflated, and now she
had to redirect her thoughts back to the real vampires, instead of the made up
ones in her books.
    "Hey."
Ashleigh walked up to Spencer, guilt lining her sweet tone.
    Spencer
was leaning up against the wall, a very sour expression on his face. "You
got me in trouble.”
    "Why?" Readjusting the strap of her

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