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Inside every man dwells the Devil, and only the right woman can release his hell.

Jackson Renege, vampire.

Jackson hated the smell of cedar and the softness of velvet against his skin. To him, it reeked of death. He dreamt of the sun, the warm waters of the Caribbean, and the kiss of a woman's hot, supple lips.

Jackson Renege dreamt of the same scenario over and over again, except his dreams came during daylight.

He owned the night, or rather, the night owned him. Jackson wasn't human anymore; he was a member of the undead, a vampire.

Immortality wasn't his choice. It never is.

He abhorred the flames of the underworld, which had scared his face. He despised the creature that ruled the fire and vowed one day to destroy him. He would get his revenge, and Crackas would pay. He was the Devil and had cursed him, making him immortal and a vampire. He loathed, spending the light of day in a casket.

As Jackson lay in his satin prison, he dreamt of revenge.

He also craved love, but in all his immortal years, he had never found a woman he wanted until Lucia Pizarro.

He had to have her, and once he had her, she would experience Satin's touch.

She would belong to him.

She would have no choice.

Satan's Touch opens up the second book of The Vampire Memoirs series.