Undeniable (The Druids Book 1) by S. A. Archer, S. Ravynheart

someplace familiar and be with a friend. The Satin Club always called to her, more like home than the flat where she crashed. After the encounter with Derek, and then Granger, that familiar ‘home’ seemed like a good place to be.
    As London pushed through the front door, Mike, the vampire bouncer on duty, didn’t immediately get out of her way. His initial scowl took a moment to step down a notch, as recognition seemed slow to worm its way into his mind.
    “Long night?” London asked, flattening her palm to his chest and moving him aside.
    The usual commotion, with the usual pairings, seemed to quiet more than necessary as she entered the main lounge. Something had them on edge and London felt the uncomfortable focus of their attention. She slipped onto a stool and leaned in to whisper to Jason behind the bar. “What’s got everyone worked up?”
    Jason quirked up a questioning brow. “You have to ask?”
    From the circular booth in the back corner, Selena glided away from her guests and strolled over with the smooth, liquid grace of a vampire on the hunt. “London, I wouldn’t have thought you would come here.” The vampire mistress drew a possessive arm around London and guided her towards the open stairway to the second floor.
    “What’s going on?” London hazard the whisper. Rarely did Selena require such privacy that she would usher London to her bedroom. Usually, the office in the back of the club was private enough.
    Once in the bedroom, London hugged herself. Not often did she get the creeps, especially around vampires. This entire night seemed cursed, though. Maybe her stars were out of alignment. Whatever it was, everything felt off.
    Selena locked the bedroom door, and then strolled close enough to tug at London’s collar. “You come to my club smelling of blood and fey magic? What were you thinking?”
    Her hand covered Selena’s. “I didn’t realize I’d gotten any on me. It was that vampire that came in from the States a few weeks ago. Derek, I think his name was. He said there is a price on my blood. Do you know about this?”
    Selena glided her fingers under the bloodied collar and leaned closer to the bite marks. “He bit you deeply. I imagine you bled a lot.”
    “Yes. It didn’t stop right away.” From the corner of her eye, London watched the slow track of Selena’s tongue across her upper lip. When her tongue disappeared inside once more, the hint of Selena’s fangs still peeked through her parted lips as she inhaled the scent.
    London remained very, very still; just watching her friend. Any sudden move could tip even a well-controlled predator into hunter-mode. Controlling the speed of her heart against the trickle of adrenaline slipping into her blood stream wasn’t as easy.
    The scent of the edge of her fear must have reached Selena’s sensitive nose. Her gaze flicked up from London’s neck and their eyes locked. The moment stretched between them, as the vampire’s grip on London’s collar tightened.
    And then it released. The animal hunger cloaked behind the civilized veil of Selena’s control. Her focus glided down London’s figure, before finally slipping away completely. With a casual grace, Selena turned her back towards London, and then she opened a miniature refrigerator to select a bottle of blood. London never bothered to learn the code of symbols that Selena used to mark her stash, but she knew the twisted shape wasn’t one for human blood.
    “Lugh doesn’t visit as much as he once did, and he’s left a number of us wanting.” Selena’s voice mingled with equal parts sensual purr and hungry hiss. “London, you’ve been welcome here, and protected, since your uncle first started bringing you around. Many of us have delighted in watching you blossom from precocious child into a capable and beautiful woman, but you are changed. Life has changed with you. In your veins is the blood of prey, and instincts and hunger can only be diverted for so