Elena locked the door to the hotel room and slid into the arms of the tall, handsome stranger.
Shuddering with hunger and desire, she nuzzled into his neck, reveling in his heady scent. "I haven't seen you around here before."
"I'm new in town. Just got in today." His hands ran appreciatively over her slender form. "Glad I decided to stop."
"Me, too." Fangs starting to descend, Elena wrapped her slender arms around him, but pulled back when she felt the sheath under his shirt. "What - ?"
Hard-eyed, Dean pulled his machete out from behind him. "Say good-bye, fang-face."