Run From Twilight

The feeling of being watched and followed has plagued Mary for several days now, so she probably ought to be more wary when a handsome, enigmatic stranger starts showing up at the vampire bar where she serves drinks to humans who like to dress up like the undead and imbibe drinks with creative names. Stake Stopper. Preternatural Punch.

The stranger seems to have made her the object of his attention, and she feels a pull toward him like nothing she’s ever felt before.

But who is he really? An admirer with a horrifying secret? Or is he the one who’s been stalking her, with the most evil of intentions?