**BLYTHE SPIRIT** Her trip in time to 1785 Scotland was supposed to be a vacation, so why did Blythe feel that her stay at the MacKenzie 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 way above 88.6 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? Definately. Soul mate? Just wait and see.