Master of ecstasy

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BLYTHE SPIRIT Her trip back in time to 1785 Scotland was supposed to be a vacation, so why did Blythe feel that her stay at the MacKenzie castle would be anything but? The gloomy old pile of stones had her imagination working overtime, making helpful suggestions about every bump in the night: demon, considers you yummy take-out; really ugly gargoyle, wants to sleep in your bed. So she wasn't at all surprised when the first hunk she met turned out to be Mr. Dark-Evil-and-Deadly himself, an honest-to-goodness vampire. His voice was a tempting slide of sin, and his body raised her temperature way above 98.6 degrees, but when Darach whispered, "To waste a neck such as yours would be a terrible thing," she decided his pillow talk left a lot to be desired. Dangerous? You bet. To die for? Definitely. Soul mate? Just wait and see.