Here's a short excerpt from the book:
Samson scented the blood as soon as he stepped out of his bedroom, freshly showered and dressed. There was no doubt whose blood it was and where it came from. His nostrils flared, and his body tensed
He knew Amaury’s love for warm blood better than anybody and cursed himself for having let him stay while Delilah was with him. As he flew down the stairs and burst into the kitchen, he was battle ready – to save his woman from his best friend. If Amaury had bitten her, he’d kill him. Fury shot through him as his eyes focused on the scene in the kitchen: Amaury bent over Delilah’s bleeding hand.
Without thinking Samson lunged at his best friend, and with a loud thud they both crashed onto the hard kitchen floor.
“Noooooooo!” Samson’s scream echoed in the kitchen. He flashed his fangs and snarled, pinning Amaury underneath him as he pummeled him with his fists. His friend’s arms came up in defense, trying to shield his face.
“Stop!” But Amaury’s voice was drowned out by Samson’s fierce roar. Samson’s fist connected with his friend’s jaw once more. Deflecting his next hit, Amaury held him at bay.
“Samson!” Delilah’s voice finally penetrated his head.
“I didn’t do anything,” Amaury hissed.
“Samson! What’s going on?”
He jerked his head and instantly knew he shouldn’t have turned toward her when he saw her face react to him. In his daze he’d forgotten about everything. He hadn’t realized what she’d see: his vampire side.
Delilah shrieked, eyes wide, mouth open, her hand holding onto the counter as she backed away from them.
“Oh my God!” Her chest heaved as if she couldn’t get enough air. “Oh my God, what are you?” It wasn’t really a question. It was more of a statement.
Damn, he was so screwed.
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