Excerpt of Rises The Night by Colleen Gleason

The sea of chanting, bright-eyed faces was at her eye level
for only a moment before she was dragged to her feet.
Victoria had an instant to grope for her vis before she
swung out at the vampires who came at her.

She kicked and dodged and punched, had the satisfaction of
meeting one of them in the face, and was reaching back to
pull a stake from her hair when her arms were grabbed and
pulled down to her sides. Dimly aware that it had taken two
vampires, one at each arm, to do so, she ducked and tried
to twist free.

The grip was too strong; she couldn't break it. She
couldn't get to her stakes, her holy water, her
crucifix ... hands were on her everywhere, pulling at her
dress, her arms, her legs, her breasts. She felt her head
being jerked to one side by the hair, felt her coiffure
loosen and her neck bare to the sweet-smelling room. The
dull, pasty smell of blood on the breath of the vampire
nearest her filled her nose, pushing away even the hypnotic
scent of the incense.

When his teeth sank into her neck it was almost a relief.