Meet Dawn

Dawn makes her first appearance in Sex and Honey, with "The Light of Dawn". I didn't see her coming until she was right in front of me, insisting I write her story, which I'm working on now.
The following is from The Light of Dawn.

   He was about to give up and move in on the bony blonde when it finally came to him, a delicate, seductive mixture of ocean spray and warm cinnamon that evoked long lost memories of his childhood. His eyes closed as he drank it in this new and heady incense, and as he let it take over his senses he felt the early stirrings of lust begin.

   Abandoning his barstool and bourbon he plunged into the pulsing crowd, ignoring the appreciative glances of the women he pushed past as the intoxicating aura drew him through the club. The shoving and bouncing bodies around him went unnoticed, drowned out by the deafening sound of blood pounding in his ears. As he burst through the sweaty mob and cleared the dance floor he found himself directly behind the source of the provocative scent.

   She swayed at the edge of the gyrating crowd with her back to him, her hair flowing in loose waves nearly to her waist. Captivated by the untamed mane of fire and sunlight that smoldered like hot coals under the club’s lights, he had to restrain himself from reaching out to wrap his fingers in it. She wore a simple linen shift reminiscent of medieval times, its only adornment an ornate leather corset with an ancient world map carved into it. Her tiny waist fell to modest hips and her legs were bare from the knees down.

   Before he could reach out to her she turned and fixed golden eyes upon him with an intensity that made his heart skip and his cock rear up against its restraints. He’d never seen eyes like hers, swirling gold with tiny sparkles of reds and oranges and pinks, and they made his breath catch in his throat. The club kids’ taste in exotic contacts was familiar to him but to date he’d only seen the vampire and zombie eyes, with the occasional cat’s eye or eight ball thrown in.  These were unique, breathtaking even. Of course they’re contacts, he chided himself. No one has eyes like that. They were bottled sunrise brewing in porcelain skin above a straight, fine nose and butterfly mouth, and then her lips parted to yield a shy smile and he found himself mesmerized.

   Wordlessly he held his hand out to her, his eyes never leaving hers. Without hesitation she slipped her slender hand in his, and as she did her heartbeat raced up his arm like a boiling tsunami, causing him to gasp in amazement. In the four hundred plus years he’d been hunting, not once had he experienced one like this. Her pulse flooded into him from the palm of her hand and he realized that he hadn’t just heard her heartbeat early but had actually felt it pounding in his ears. Astonished he realized the scent he had trailed was the aroma of her blood, and as he held her hand it filled his nostrils and excited him to the point his teeth ached. Saliva flowed unbidden as his hunger roared to life and demanded he take her immediately. It took every ounce of his not inconsiderable self-control to restrain himself from leaping onto her and devouring her right there on the dance floor, and he suspected he wouldn’t have been able to hold back at all if he hadn’t ripped his eyes away from hers at the last second....