Apothecary Tea by Autumn M. Key

You’ve heard this before, but trust me when I say you’ve never met a man like me.
There are very few of my kind left, but I refuse to completely succumb to what I am.
When I spot her at the Apothecary Tea House, I’m captivated. There’s a sensual charge between us, an irresistible, electric pull.
She feels it too. The way she sees through me, like she understands me already, like we know each other …
When tragedy suddenly strikes her life, she needs me to alleviate her painful emotions as much as I need to consume them.
And there are other needs pounding through us both, stealing our breath every moment we share together.
The sustenance I can take from her is like my perfect drug, and my craving is strong.
Too strong.
She’s delicious. Exquisite.
But she’s so vulnerable now, and I feel for her.
I feel a lot.
Can I do this? Can I be the man she needs and help her when she needs me most?
Or will the temptation be too much to resist taking more, and more, until she’s as cursed as I am?